System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 629 - 299: "What is Mr. Li to you?" (Requesting monthly votes)_5
The Mechanical Civilization doesn’t argue about this at all.
Mine, mine, it’s all mine.
Everything is snatched and compressed into accessories for the train. External forces, my own stuff—I want it all, it’s all mine.
In terms of cultural integration.
"Mechanical Civilization" ranks first, perfectly accepting the characteristics of different civilizations without a hint of discrimination, all are good things.
Cultivation Civilization was initially proud that Mechanical Civilization acknowledged the prowess of their civilization’s characteristics.
But soon enough.
The Cultivation Civilization began to regret why they advertised the traits of their civilization.
...
"Let’s go."
Chen Mang lit a cigarette and placed it to his lips. After a slight stretch, he continued walking down the street: "Let’s find a restaurant and see what weird stuff other civilizations are eating."
Delicacies?
He didn’t expect much; he always felt he’d eat some bizarre stuff.
Like green onion sashimi or something.
High-rise buildings lined both sides of the street, looking like office buildings. It’s unclear what jobs are inside, but in "Peace-Seeking Civilization," most people still work steadily according to schedule. Only a few families with assets gamble everything, empty their pockets, take out loans, and exhaust all resources to build an interstellar train to seek opportunities outside.
After all, earning iron ore through trains is much faster than earning it through jobs.
Not to mention.
The salary for a convenience store clerk in Sanshui City is about five thousand units of iron ore per month, as he saw from a recruitment ad in front of a convenience store.
While he...
Obtained over ten trillion units of iron ore on the "No. 1 Mining Star," and this was just from mining half of it, not completely mined yet. It’s still being slowly mined in the Fixed Star Train.
He increasingly felt that "Fixed Star" was like a mechanical dragon swallowing the mining star and slowly digesting it.
He wondered when he could swallow another mining star like this again.
He calculated.
Over ten trillion iron ore units, with the convenience store clerk’s salary in Sanshui City, assuming not a single penny is spent and the entire salary is saved.
It would take only 25 million years to accumulate this amount.
Not bad.
Though train earnings are faster, train losses are even quicker; the upgrade costs for each accessory are unaffordable for the average person. Losing money is the best outcome; carelessness could lead to ruin.
The gamble of exhausting one’s assets refers to those who suddenly became rich.
Not the middle class.
The middle class exhausts their assets, upgrades a few accessories, and soon runs out of money.
Nor the wealthy families. Which wealthy family doesn’t have a train? They’ve already planned the way before they were born.
Society became extremely harmonious, completely free of anxiety. He saw many people looking pretty good.
Totally without class conflict.
The main issue of class lies not in one side crushing the other, but in those below being able to see opportunities to climb up. Occasionally, someone manages to climb up, creating anxiety and the desire to be that person.
But unable to achieve it, contradictions and anxiety arise from the disparity between expectations and reality.
The train perfectly solved this problem.
People below can’t see any chance to climb up. In the complete absence of any opportunities, they embrace their current situation, which is, in a way, one solution to maintaining societal harmony.
By exaggerating the gap between rich and poor to an extreme level.
That way, there’s no conflict.
Pretty good.
Just then—
"Bang!"
The door of an office building on the right side was slammed open, and two or three security guards kicked a young man with messy hair out. Following him, a middle-aged man mercilessly spat at his feet, speaking coldly with mocking eyes.
"Honestly, the company hired you just to reduce taxes. Do you really think your trash ideas have value to the company?"
"Useless waste."
"Do you really think you’re smart?"
"Competing with me? You didn’t truly believe you could beat me, did you? I was making a living out of this even before you were in your mother’s womb! Do you really think those odd ideas of yours are innovative?"
"That’s not innovation; that’s idiocy!"
"Get out of here. Your severance compensation will be in your personal account within 15 business days."
The young man with a hair like a bird’s nest silently picked himself up from the ground, gathered his scattered file folders, cradling them in his arms, and squeezed through the crowd, heading to the other side of the street.
In the twilight.
With his head lowered, his expression was unseen; only strands of sunlight fell on the man, making him seem somewhat forlorn.
It was evident.
No matter the civilization, watching a spectacle is human nature.
It only took about ten seconds, yet a crowd had already gathered at the company entrance.
"Found it."
Beside him, Old Pig handed a tablet over to Chen Mang, explaining: "Master Mang, this company is called ’Feiyang Technology Co., Ltd. of Sanshui City,’ mainly engaged in R&D of ’Accessory Original Image,’ with 51% owned by the government of Peace-Seeking Civilization."
"It’s a semi-official enterprise."
"Established for 79 years without developing a single Accessory Original Image."
"The remaining 49% are held by seven companies, which are backed by many more companies. Ultimately, it’s owned by a ’Sanshui City Scientific Expedition Investment Co., Ltd.,’ with all shareholders having the last name ’Jiang.’"
"Peace-Seeking Civilization also has a policy granting certain tax relief to companies recruiting civilization wanderers."
