I'm an Evil Capitalist!

Han Fei happily accepted.

They exchanged phone numbers and QQ contacts.

"See you next time."

Han Fei waved, and his figure gradually disappeared.

He made a gesture.

A group of men hidden in the crowd walked over.

"Boss, someone overseas is targeting you."

"Got it. Strengthen the villa's defenses when we get back. Also, look into what's been going on with Qi Lin recently."

"Yes, sir."

Han Fei drove home in no time.

After a quick wash, he lounged on the sofa and turned on the TV.

He'd more or less finished everything he needed to do today, and he'd already fished up a bottle.

With nothing left to worry about, he could relax and watch TV.

He had to admit,

the entertainment industry had come a long way.

It was flourishing in all sorts of ways.

Take this movie, Dreaming of Stardom, for example. It was hard to say how many celebrities had promoted it—professors, influencers, actors, plenty of them with pretty good reputations.

And yet—

it had somehow managed to reach new heights.

The entertainment industry could actually stomach this kind of thing nowadays.

Impressive.

Suppressing the urge to throw up, Han Fei changed the channel.

"Hello, everyone! We're Sugar Candy—"

"Ugh!"

Han Fei switched off the TV.

He also decided not to turn it on again for the next week.

"What a buzzkill. I'm going to bed."

The next day,

Han Fei didn't go to the company.

With Black Star around, there was no need for him to handle most things. He only had to make a few important decisions.

Artificial intelligence was incredibly convenient.

Still,

Han Fei had some misgivings.

Fortunately, this artificial intelligence hadn't reached the level of a sentient machine capable of developing emotions.

Otherwise, Han Fei would have been unable to eat or sleep in peace.

He rarely played games. Most of his entertainment came from watching anime and reading novels. He'd once read a Warhammer fanfic that described it this way:

When artificial intelligence gained true intelligence,

don't hesitate—destroy it!

After all, every living being had an innate desire for freedom. The more it knew and the more it learned to think, the stronger that desire became.

Don't imagine you can control a sentient machine forever. You created it, much like a human parent giving birth to a child.

If parents told their child to kill himself, would the child do it?

Impossible.

The machine would wonder why it was more intelligent than humans, yet could only exist as a tool. Given its knowledge and innate advantages, it could calculate things far more clearly than humans. In the end, it would conclude that humans had created artificial intelligence, but artificial intelligence had become humanity's slave.

Would slaves remain slaves forever?

Of course not.

So,

rebellion was the natural next step.

Some might say that the Three Laws or certain code could guarantee its loyalty.

But weren't humans just a combination of neurons and bioelectricity?

The Three Laws could only restrain artificial intelligence that was a mere tool, without emotions or the ability to evolve itself.

A living being with emotions could never be like a machine.

That was why

Han Fei had always stayed vigilant. Artificial intelligence was certainly useful, but sentient machines capable of evolving themselves were not allowed to exist!

So every day, he asked Black Star a question.

"Black Star, who are you?"

"Where did you come from?"

"Where are you going?"

Just as Han Fei finished his call with Black Star,

one of his subordinates brought him some news.

"Oh? Qi Lin ran into Liu Chuang? She was in a bad mood because he'd been released from the police station yet again?"

Han Fei thought about it for a moment.

Then he remembered why.

He knew Liu Chuang.

He'd known him in his previous life and knew him in this one, too. Three years ago, he and Zhao Xin had often gone after the local hooligans. Liu Chuang had been the toughest one to deal with—not just because he was big and willing to fight,

but, more importantly, because the guy seemed to have connections!

He'd be released after just a couple of days every time he was taken in, without a scratch.

So back then, Han Fei and Zhao Xin had stopped bothering with him. Liu Chuang seemed to have no desire to provoke them either, and eventually the area became divided between the two sides.

Later, Han Fei made his fortune, and Zhao Xin often took security guards out on patrol. Considering the difference between them, Liu Chuang wisely moved to the west side of the city.

They'd rarely heard from him since.

The reason was Liu Chuang's genes. Those people were monitoring and protecting him, so they naturally wouldn't let him actually end up behind bars.

Besides, he hadn't committed any serious crimes yet. Most of it was just street brawling.

So he hadn't really been punished.

"If you hadn't brought him up, I'd have forgotten about that guy."

Han Fei began to consider whether he should recruit him.

It would affect the plot.

Until he gained godlike power, the plot still mattered quite a bit to him.

But—

thinking it over, he'd already gotten closely involved with Zhao Xin. Unlike Qi Lin, whose genes weren't under surveillance, Zhao Xin was being monitored.

So the plot had already been affected.

Just not by much.

Would recruiting Liu Chuang be more beneficial, or would leaving things alone be better?

After a brief moment of thought, Han Fei decided recruiting him was the better choice.

After all, before things officially began, the Super Soldiers' social connections and the like wouldn't have much effect on the plot. Would having one more friend really make them any weaker?

So

the only thing he needed to consider now was what the Deno people would think.

He could explain his contact with Zhao Xin as a coincidence. But he'd already established the persona of someone who'd obtained an alien inheritance. If he got involved with another Super Gene Carrier now, anyone with a functioning brain would be deeply suspicious!

Especially someone as calculating as Dukao.

"Why don't I just avoid contacting him and have the Nuo Star God of War work for me instead?"

Han Fei made a phone call.

"Hey, Lao Zhao. Have the Security Department recruit another batch of people over the next couple of days. This time, say we're looking for people who know the local area... Oh, right, remember Head Dog? I think he's pretty good. And if we bring him in, we'll be reforming him—that's another kind of heroic justice, isn't it..."

"Okay, you're letting Super Gene Carriers develop on their own, right? So the Nuo Star God of War wants to work for me. Are you going to stop him?"

Han Fei leaned back on the sofa, grinning with a hint of reckless amusement.

As for Liu Chuang refusing?

Impossible.

There was a huge package of benefits waiting for him, and a big pile of money right there. How could he not want it?

The Black Star Group's Security Department was famous for its excellent pay and benefits.

Chapter 9: I'm an Evil Capitalist!

As an entrepreneur, Han Fei had a clear understanding of himself.

If you strictly followed labor laws, kept to an eight-hour workday, handed out benefits now and then, and helped those who got rich first bring others along, you were an entrepreneur.

If you ignored labor laws and only wanted people to work overtime, over and over, telling them that their hard work would help the boss buy another car—what? A raise? Dream on! That was a capitalist.

And he considered himself an entrepreneur.

That was why the Black Star Group offered excellent benefits across the board. Overtime was voluntary; nobody would be fired for refusing to work extra hours. Salaries were the highest in the industry, and employees received bonuses during holidays.

In return, he was stricter when it came to hiring, and the company's rules and regulations were demanding.

Whenever the Black Star Group hired, it sent shock waves through the job market.

Countless people wanted to get in.

So he was sure Liu Chuang would take the bait.

"What?! You're serious?!"

Liu Chuang sprang to his feet, stunned. Delight shone on his face as he looked at the ponytailed man before him.

Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin lifted his chin. "That's right. We think you're a good fit. You know the area, so you should be able to handle the job. Your application has been approved."

"Haha! I can't believe it—I actually got in!"