Every penny in a capitalist's pocket was steeped in sin.
That saying did not necessarily apply only to capitalists.
Everyone in this room was either a capitalist or connected to one.
To the people of the Federation, the United Development Company had helped the Nagaril People break free from their decaying feudal rule, improved their lives, and allowed everyone to live with as much equality as possible.
But to the Nagaril People, especially the middle and upper classes of Nagaril society, the people of the Federation were devils.
The same thing had happened in Maliro, and in many other places...
Outside factory after factory that had gone bankrupt under the flood of Federation goods, one bankrupt factory owner after another squatted on the ground, helplessly looking back at the factories bearing foreclosure seals.
They felt nothing but endless loathing, even hatred, for the Federation's capitalists and goods from the Federation.
They would never consider things from the Federation's perspective. They would not think about how many jobs a factory had provided, how many families it had lifted out of poverty, or how it had allowed people to eat and fill their stomachs...
They did not consider any of that. In their hearts, the people and products of the Federation were evil!
The feet of every successful person in this room were paved with dry bones.
This was not "the ruthlessness unique to big shots." It was simply what Lin Qi saw.
The world itself was just this ruthless. Nature was like this.
"Mr. Lin Qi..." Someone suddenly approached. Lin Qi looked at him. He was a very young man, perhaps a few years older than him—or maybe already in his thirties.
Judging someone's age by their face only worked for people at the bottom of society. The gentlemen and ladies