"Let's do some calculations."
"Language can deceive, but Mathematics cannot."
Liu Qigang waved his hand through the air. Thought-force left Void Traces, countless dazzling numbers arranging themselves together. After the most complicated additions, subtractions, multiplications, and divisions, the final result was—zero.
"See? Zero. Not a shred left over. So no matter how unhappy the workers are, in principle, they cannot take a single cent from my hands."
Shi Tiexin shook his head. "Sophistry. You offset your expenses against your income, and naturally end up at zero, because no matter how much you earn, you can always spend it down to zero."
"Yes. But every one of my expenses is necessary." Liu Qigang raised his head. "Do you think you can just casually build a factory? Do you think everyone else is stupid and blind to ways of making money? No. I fought for all of this with my own fists and feet."
"There were no secret realms back then. Battles of Extremely Sharp Energy often left people crippled, and at worst, dead. The workers have no idea how many times I fought to keep this factory afloat, how many injuries I suffered, or how many crises I fended off while running it."
"Though secret realms exist now, the competitive pressure is even greater. The pioneers are growing stronger and stronger, people of the same generation chase one another neck and neck, and those coming after us bear down with fierce momentum. These thirteen million in expenses are not offsetting income, but the ever-growing pressure of competition. What looks like immense wealth can only maintain my current position."
"If I invest even a little less—" Liu Qigang once again traced patterns through the air, carrying out complicated calculations before arriving at an obvious figure. "I'll be kicked out of the factory