"On the capitalists' side..."
"Their tax rates have to be raised as well!"
Someone seemed to want to use the capitalists to rein in Mr. Truman's "sharpness," but what they hadn't expected was that he wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he had demanded that they be treated the same as ordinary taxpayers.
Several years ago, when the capitalists had forced him to bow his head, Mr. Truman had felt a fire burning inside him.
He had endured that fire for so long. At last, he could vent some of it.
He let out a long breath. So this was what it felt like. A heart scorched by the furious flames in his chest for countless days and nights had finally gained a moment of peace.
How he wished this moment could last forever. But he knew very well that the time was not yet right.
Raising corporate tax rates actually meant little to businesses, especially the true capitalists—the conglomerates and corporate oligarchs.
Because they were capitalists.
A capitalist's instinct was to pursue profit. They would find ways to earn enough within reasonable and legal limits.
Suppose they could earn a million dollars a year now. Once war broke out, even if tax rates were raised, they wouldn't earn any less. They might even earn much more! War was all about production capacity! By then, society as a whole would be like one enormous workshop. Everyone would work without pause, frantically producing weapons of war, then sending them to the front to destroy the enemy—or be destroyed by the enemy!
In the eyes of capitalists, all of this represented orders and profits.
The Federal Government had just given Lin Qi's Blackstone Aviation a two-billion-dollar order. Even with higher interest rates, he would still make money—and far more than he would in