In the Alt Conglomerate's office in District 25, Jonas sat on the sofa, leisurely swirling his wineglass. Eiffel occupied what had originally been his executive chair, reviewing various documents. Unlike the hectic days before, Jonas had now handed everything over to Eiffel and effectively washed his hands of the work. Having made all the initial arrangements, he left the rest to Eiffel, the Alt Conglomerate's little prodigy.
"Mr. Jonas, those companies you mentioned really did approach us on their own. They're willing to provide all sorts of daily necessities for the battlefield free of charge, but they want their logos printed on the plastic bags used to transport the supplies."
Eiffel paused briefly and looked at Jonas in puzzlement. "Mr. Jonas, I still don't understand why they're rushing to give us all this. They've covered practically every daily necessity we need. First they offered us cost price, then half of cost price, and now they're giving it all away for free. Don't they need to make money?"
She actually knew why capitalists behaved this way, but these people had changed their tune far too quickly. That very morning, they had still been making excuses, insisting that cost price was what they had previously agreed upon with the Alt Conglomerate and that they couldn't go any lower. Then, by the afternoon and evening, they had done a complete about-face, shamelessly begging to supply the necessities at half the original price, until they finally reached their current offer of providing everything for free.
"It's simple. They only believe in profit. Why else would I deploy most of our Tactical Mecha right from the start instead of taking a steady, measured approach against the Federation? Their eyes light up at the sight of profit. As soon as they saw District 25 had the