What kind of charity was this? Peibo looked at the people celebrating around her. She knew this was no charity at all, but a new round of exploitation.
A one-shot, scorched-earth approach was no longer fashionable. For capitalists, slow simmering was the better strategy. Why were these people so eager to support gene editing? For humanity's progress? Or to divide humanity into different races, strip ordinary people of their competitiveness, and slowly wipe them out? Neither!
In truth, real capitalists did not care about racial differences. In their eyes, everyone came in only one color: green, the color of us dollars. All they wanted was to sell the goods in their hands and make money.
Would anyone buy gene-editing services? Would people want them? The answer was definitely yes! It was true that there were many ethical issues involved, but those issues only counted as problems during the research process. Once the research succeeded and proved genuinely effective, none of them would be problems anymore!
Go ask around on the street. Pull someone over and ask them: what if you could become more handsome, every aspect of your physical ability could improve, most diseases would no longer affect you, and, most importantly, you could live several decades longer than you did now?
With terms like that, forget changing their genes a little. You could ask them to travel through time, and they would probably agree.
But there was no such thing as a free lunch. This service had so many benefits that it could completely change a person's life. Since it was a life-changing decision, it would not be excessive to charge you the price of a mid-range car, would it?
But the price of a car was also a heavy burden for an ordinary person. If the burden was