The Great Imperial Son sat in the defendant's seat, watching the Prosecutor's lips move incessantly as he recalled how this matter had begun.
A country landlord from some remote village had a little money. After hearing somewhere that money was easier to make in the big cities, he quickly got in touch with some merchant in the imperial capital.
There were no "capitalists" in Gefra—or at least that was how things stood officially.
All merchants were like lambs raised by God. They were not dangerous in the slightest, and whenever the nobles needed something, they would shear their wool.
These lambs had tried to resist at various times, but the outcome was never unexpected. Every lamb ended up roasted whole.
And so, the lambs learned to keep a low profile and obey.
In this country where power came first, capitalists could never make much of a splash.
That was why there were no vicious capitalists here, only docile lambs—merchants.
This country landlord soon used his foolish, hypocritical face to deceive many people, and he also gained the friendship of some.
Someone introduced him to a job, a demanding and thankless one: building Cheap Apartments.
Gefra had Cheap Apartments too, but they were fundamentally different from the Federation's Cheap Apartments.
In the Federation's Cheap Apartments, tenants only had to pay no more than fifty percent of the rent. Most of the time, they only needed to pay twenty to thirty percent to move in.
The rest was covered by various fiscal subsidies. For example, in Sabine City's Cheap Apartments, people only needed to pay one-third of the rent for an entire family to live well.
The city treasury would pay the remaining sixty percent.
Of course, when discussing this issue, there was no need to consider how the Federation's capitalists used