The luxurious room was filled with gold and silver, especially gold, which was the most abundant element here.
Several men who looked like important figures sat in the very center of the room, enjoying everything this place had to offer.
Fine food, good wine, beautiful women, and everything else.
Wine worth thousands outside was everywhere here, and the air was saturated with its fragrance.
A gentleman picked up a lamb chop and took a bite, choosing the fattest part.
These were all lambs that were never allowed to grow very large. Once they grew bigger, the texture of the meat would change. It would no longer be as soft, fine, and free of that strong gamey taste as it was now.
With a single bite, he ate the best part and threw the rest into the trash.
He was quite extravagant.
As a member of the privileged class, all his happiness was built upon the unhappiness of others.
Actually, suffering was not always inevitable. Through the passage of time, capitalists had led people to accept the idea that "labor could create wealth," and that idea was not necessarily false.
An ordinary person from the lower classes, without any foundation or savings, would never obtain wealth in this lifetime if they did not work.
So suffering was not inevitable.
Essentially, working for a capitalist and working for an idealist were no different.
In fact, capitalists would consider the cost of maintaining labor and might even treat their workers better than idealists did.
After all, capitalists only talked money with their workers, while idealists talked ideals.
Several young girls sat naked in seiza around the outskirts. Calling them naked was not quite accurate in this situation, because they were actually wearing things.
Their adornments had a religious air to them. They wore