Difference

How do you determine if someone is "one of us"? This is a very complex yet very simple question. It's complex because humans are inherently contradictory and deceptive beings. People will express a hypocritical attitude against their true thoughts, and they will use various disguises to cover up their true selves.

In this environment rife with deception, no one can tell whether a person is "one of us."

But this is also a very simple question, so simple that a method for proving it was found as early as the beginning of civilization's development—proving your loyalty to a group.

How can this be proven?

When you want to join a group of bad people and prove that you are bad too, then just do something bad and kill an innocent person.

When you want to join a group of good people, the easiest way to prove you're not a bad person is to take down a bad person and destroy their team.

Mishe Haye had the Police Chief suddenly apologize in order to find out Lin Qi's stance.

Sometimes, the leaders of Nagaril's Upper Class class, such as Mishe Haye, are perplexed by a group of foreign moral exemplars who criticize everything about Nagaril in the way they measure morality.

Some investors even go so far as to implement the same practices as those abroad in their local factories, offering benefits, treatment, and rest days, and even proposing to grant workers human rights!

Strictly speaking, these investors' efforts to improve workers' welfare are their own actions and private matters; their willingness to provide workers with a better environment is their own business.

But these people will set a bad example. Those who work in their factories and enjoy these things will naturally spread the word about what they enjoy. This is dangerous because it spreads not only people's boasting and envy, but also their thoughts!

If local businesses follow suit by increasing various benefits and even enhancing the rights of these workers, it means that their profits will shrink and their expenses will increase.

It's important to understand that over 70% of Nagaril's factories are controlled by 3% of the country's population. Any welfare reforms to these factories would cripple them, not to mention issues of human rights, which would only create ideological clashes and trigger even more terrible political movements.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the local leaders kept in mind one thing: do not let the dirty ideas from outside pollute the pure hearts of the local people.

Even the priests in the temple sided with those in power on this issue, portraying mainstream foreign ideas as lies and viruses aimed at destroying the glory of Nagaril and causing people to spontaneously refuse to understand the outside world.

Under this blockade by both sides, the people of Nagaril still believe in the absurd notion that revenge can be achieved through curses, the absurd notion that they will become the rulers in the next reincarnation, and the absurd notion that 《Resistance》 will only bring destruction! There are countless such absurd notions.

The only comforting thing is that people genuinely believe.

Lin Qi expressed his position, which greatly comforted Mishe Haye. At least this investor wouldn't be foolish enough to sympathize with the Lowly People and pursue welfare benefits and human rights, thus preventing any impact on the Nagaril ruling class's continued control over society.

The convoy quickly arrived at the hotel, a modern hotel, in a relaxed atmosphere.

The moment he stepped into the hotel, a civilized society beckoned to him, while the barbaric society behind him reluctantly departed.

If you disregard the things on the street outside, you wouldn't guess that this hotel stands in a backward and ignorant area.

The modern hotel's decor creates a sense of spatial displacement, as if one has suddenly returned to a civilized society.

With the help of stylishly dressed waiters, Lin Qi and his party checked into a suite on the top floor of the hotel, which was his entire floor.

The bodyguards began assembling various firearms, which were disassembled into parts and brought in under the guise of "exploration equipment."

"Boss..."

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Lin Qi entered the Living Room, Asier stood up on his own initiative.

He gestured for Asier to sit down, then walked over and sat down on the sofa himself. "Tell me, what did you find out?"

Asier took several documents out of his briefcase and handed them to Lin Qi. "During this period of investigation in the local area, I discovered a situation that is difficult for me to explain."

Lin Qi flipped through the documents, nodding noncommittally, "Go on..."

Asier sorted out his thoughts before beginning to explain what he had figured out.

The socio-economic situation in this city, and indeed in Nagaril as a whole, presents a very unique and primitive picture, quite different from that of some mainstream countries.

Asier hadn't noticed these things when he lived here before, but this time when he returned from a higher perspective, he discovered these issues.

"The lower strata of society operate in a way I can't comprehend. They are self-sufficient, and it's very difficult for them to earn money. They mostly trade through barter, which makes it difficult for industrialized products to enter ordinary people's homes..."

Because of poverty and backwardness, many Nagaril People do not actually have job opportunities, a fact that Asier has come to fully understand over this period of time.

At first, he thought his brother and father were cruel capitalists. Later, he realized that even though being exposed to chemicals all day could cause skin ulcers, physical deformities, or even accidental death, people were still willing to take the job because they could earn "money".

Money was created to establish a standard for measuring value, but unfortunately, the lower classes in Nagaril don't even have the right to participate in this standard.

It sounds ridiculous, but it's actually quite scary because "money" limits the development and progress of many families and widens the gap between classes.

If someone were to study this more seriously, they would find that "money" always circulates among the upper and middle classes of society; there is no lower class.

Money may not be everything, but you can't do without it, for example, for access to education or medical care.

Leaving aside this somewhat heavy topic, in fact, people in the International Community believe that Nagaril is not entirely without merit.

Nagaril has a population of at least 220 million, which is considered a huge market by many institutions. People always say that once this market matures, it will lead the world's mainstream consumption concepts.

The problem is, it may never mature because people don't have the money.

"No money" is not meant to describe people's poverty, but rather to state a fact: people really don't have "money".

"Besides these, people's consumption habits are also very different from those of the Federal ..." Asier spoke of the Federal with more naturalness and emotion than he spoke of Nagaril.

He longed for that civilized society and, if he could, he would like to go back instead of staying here.

Lin Qi waved his hand, signaling him to stop. "I'll continue to look into these things. Let's talk about people's salary expectations; that's something I'm more interested in."

Asier's lips moved slightly, his expression a mixture of sadness and some other natural expression. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed, "One dollar a day, one Federal Sol can make the people here work at least twelve hours."

"As for benefits and treatment, they don't have any demands. If you can provide them with a cheap lunch, they will work even harder!"

When Lin Qi heard this, his smile became very obvious. "See, this place isn't like what you told me before. There's nothing of value here."

"In the Federal, a worker takes at least $220 a month from the factory owner, which averages out to a little over $7 a day. We also have to provide them with about $2 a day for food, as well as various insurances and benefits."

"The cost of feeding one Federal worker can feed at least ten workers here. That's the value, Asier. You need to learn to discover value, and then extract value!"

"We can set up some low-barrier, low-cost factories here, but they are very labor-intensive..." Lin Qi thought for a moment and then added, "Some chemical plants can also be moved here, as well as our original idea of rough processing."

"There are plenty of resources here. We can find some, package them up, and I believe wealthy people will like them. Of course, there's also the most important thing!"

Lin Qi smiled but didn't reveal the most important thing; he still needed to confirm the trade in human goods with the local rulers.

In fact, he didn't think this was a problem. For the ruling class, whose social classes had become solidified and were beginning to rot, they would want to acquire more wealth to satisfy their personal enjoyment and extravagance, as long as it didn't affect their power.

Nagaril is not an economically developed country, and they have little to offer, which translates into a huge trade deficit in the international market.

They had to rely on those "partners" to sell some local specialties to them at low prices in exchange for foreign exchange, which they then used for consumption.

If you tell them that people they usually disregard can be sold for a high price and directly generate foreign exchange, will they righteously refuse? Or will they accept it readily? This requires further probing. Of course, Lin Qi wouldn't be so direct. Labor export has nothing to do with human trafficking; he's just organizing people to work abroad.

This not only alleviated the social burden of Nagaril, but also provided a way out for the people of Nagaril and opened up a new source of wealth for the ruling class.

As they were talking, the phone on the table rang. Asier answered it and a few seconds later looked at Lin Qi with the phone in his hand. "Boss, the people from the temple are here. Do you want to see them?"

Just as you can't avoid the Federal tax system when living in the Federal, you can't avoid religion in Nagaril.

A few minutes later, two priests dressed in very special attire arrived at the top floor, bringing blessings from the gods and the High Priest...

The fact that the annotations in the previous chapter were not deleted was purely a work error, and the relevant staff member has already been fined one chicken leg.