Of Feng Jun's two degrees, one had been in management. Back then, he had also been fascinated by notions like financial warfare.
But as he grew older, he finally saw the essence of it clearly. In certain specific periods and fields, financial warfare could indeed be a form of war.
But most of the time, wealth had to be built upon real industry. Those who fought solely in the financial sphere were nothing more than gamblers.
Without a foundation, no amount of prosperity was anything but an illusion, unless one seized some turning point and rebuilt that foundation.
What could support a country's strength and prosperity was always real industry. No one was an exception.
The essence of a casino was the redistribution of wealth, but gamblers differed in strength. Some gamblers could say no to underhanded moves outside the rules, while others could only complain a little—this isn't following the rules...
Then the big gamblers would say, you couldn't tell that others were cheating, and your own hand wasn't even good. You deserved to lose! It's your fault!
Not to mention that, much of the time, it was the house making underhanded moves. When it lost a hand, it could even flip the table—this round doesn't count!
That was right. Financial warfare was supposed to have rules, but the rules had always been set by the strong. That was why it was a casino.
Gamblers without enough strength became chives the moment they entered. Chives that knew how to read the room might manage to maintain small gains without losses, but those even slightly more naive could not escape being harvested.
So playing finance really wasn't viable. Even if one's strength wasn't bad, a vicious house could pull in several gamblers to slaughter one fat sheep. Even if one