There were some cheers, but the atmosphere of this journey was truly oppressive.
Yet before capital, individuals were powerless.
Of course, the fact that Maple Leaf Mining's employees could suppress their boiling resentment also showed that they were of decent quality.
For one thing, most of them had worked for Maple Leaf Mining for generations. For another, everyone could see that the company was about to soar, and they would all get a share of the benefits of its growth.
Once the company expanded, they could all become minor managers. Bullying men and women was out of the question, but soaring wages and authority in their hands were all foreseeable.
It was like when a company suddenly gained a monopoly over an industry and was clearly about to go public and pay dividends. Even if the boss demanded that you work overtime until midnight every day, most people would endure it.
If the boss were also holding a gun to your head, probably no one foolish enough to resist would step forward.
Giving everyone a chance to vent by picking on the natives was like the boss taking you out for a foot massage before making you work overtime. It could raise morale a little, at least.
The calmness of a few individuals meant nothing before the collective revelry.
Of course, no one noticed that Chairman Lin's ship had dropped to the very back.
After all, theory was theory, but when it came time to act like a coward, Lin Jie did not hesitate in the slightest.
Thus, Maple Leaf Mining's ships accelerated in a mad rush, like hungry wolves pouncing on lambs.
Even the command center gave up on precise command and let them run wild.
Soon, they discovered that the native fleet was slowly heading toward the satellite.