Fujino was naturally a black-hearted capitalist.
So-called capital meant stopping at nothing to achieve profit, maximizing people's efficiency and the benefits they created as much as possible.
It did not mean screwing around and ruining one's own reputation.
If you truly made yourself universally condemned, who under you would still be willing to work for you?
Not to mention efficiency...
Exploitation, at its root, meant squeezing out people's value—using every available method, including benefits and the like, in exchange for greater efficiency and profit.
As for those who spent all day thinking about exploitation without paying attention to the efficiency and value produced by the employees being exploited—
They did not deserve to be called capitalists at all.
They were landlords, rich old masters, and slave owners from the feudal old world.
Capitalists of the new world did not play that game at all.
Night fell, and Conan, Ai Haibara, and Professor Agasa emerged from the home of that grandson from the model shop.
Conan could not help sighing. He had thought he had stumbled upon another case, but in the end, it was merely a misunderstanding caused by a Tiger tank model. He could not help feeling a little disappointed.
But it was not too big a problem!
At the very least, this time they had more or less figured out Hondo Eisuke's background!
"They're finally going underground..."
"People from the company often wear black suits."
"And all their colleagues are foreigners."
Conan sat in Professor Agasa's Beetle, stroking his chin. "It looks like things are about to become clear..."
"Good luck, no pain, no gain."
"Company."
Ai Haibara sat beside him, her eyes slightly lowered. "It looks like we guessed who they were from the very beginning..."
"Company, people from the company... CIA?"
"Yeah."
Conan nodded in