There was a very strange phenomenon in Fifth City.
White Players occupied the most resources and could earn substantial points with almost no work, yet their competitiveness outside was abysmal. By contrast, Central China Players were exploited the most and subjected to the strictest restrictions. If they could withstand the pressure, break through the harsh policy blockade, and reach the New Territories, their overall capabilities proved quite impressive. Though few in number, they had built an excellent reputation in the New Territories in just one year.
They were complete extremes from the White Players!
This had caused all sorts of people in Fifth City to hate Central China Players even more.
In the Conference Room, a group of advisers stared strangely at the adviser who had spoken. It had to be said that, in a situation like this, for an adviser who was a Central China Player to suddenly propose such a suggestion was bound to seem rather sensitive.
Mister's eyes lit up, however, and he carefully sized the other person up.
Perhaps this was his only chance at survival!
Many people might think Mister was a racist, but in reality, he was not. Politicians often presented a packaged image, changing their labels merely to win support. History had never lacked politicians who repeatedly switched sides. Today, they might be devout believers of a certain religion; tomorrow, they might be atheists.
But now that he thought about it carefully, the adviser's words were not wrong. Compared with those White Players who had already been spoiled into uselessness, those citizens who still displayed impressive competitiveness under high-pressure policies seemed far more valuable!
Mister's mind began racing.
He probably did not have much time left. If he could not produce some impressive figures in the New Law, he feared that he would