50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 312 M-League Corporation
On the way back, Sun Zhiwei was driving again. The two girls were still in college and hadn't gotten their driver's licenses yet.

“James, you just said you were going to explain this to us.” Sophia was the first to lose her temper.

"That's right, boss, just say something." Belinda had become quite familiar with Sun Zhiwei these days, and she was no longer so careful with her words.

"Okay, so, have you decided what you want to ask?"

"What do you mean, what are you asking?" The two girls were a little confused.

"Are you asking why everyone laughed when that person dropped their money?"

"I still want to ask, why didn't anyone criticize him for accepting bribes in public?"

The two women in the back seat exchanged a glance and said in unison, "We both want to know."

Sun Zhiwei thought for a moment before answering, "Then let's start from the beginning."

"First of all, let's be clear about one thing: although the United States is called a country, at its core it is an armed group company."

"The company's mission is not to serve citizens, but to serve businesses."

"Of course, the companies being served are not a fixed company; they are constantly being replaced through internal competition."

The two girls were speechless with astonishment upon hearing Sun Zhiwei's opening remarks.

They wanted to question Sun Zhiwei's words, but this touched on a blind spot in their knowledge; they really didn't understand it, so they couldn't come up with any reasons to refute it.

Ignoring their surprise, Sun Zhiwei continued, "And the Ministry of National Defense of Country M is the security department of this conglomerate, responsible for combating foreign competitors and expanding into larger markets."

At this point, Sophia could no longer hold back. She took advantage of a pause in Sun Zhiwei's speech to ask, "You said that Country M is a company, what evidence do you have?"

"Hehe, I won't say anything else, just one thing: have you ever seen a country in the world where the country's legal tender is issued by a private financial institution?"

Did you know that the Federal Reserve is a private financial institution?

"That doesn't make sense, isn't the Federal Reserve an official department?"

"Hehe, that's a cognitive bias."

"The Federal Reserve was actually formed by a number of multinational financial institutions, and behind them stand seven core shareholder families."

"They are the core Rothschild family, the Morgan family, and the Rockefeller family."

"The secondary core families are the Warburg family, the Kuhn-Repo family, the DuPont family, and the Stillman family."

“There are also some financial and political families on the periphery who hold a small number of shares due to their influence.”

"So, it's not an exaggeration to say that the Federal Reserve is a private company, is it?"

"To put it simply, even Jim doesn't have the power to dismiss the president of the Federal Reserve."

"Is a country that can't even control its own currency still a country? It's just a consortium of companies."

Sun Zhiwei's words left the two speechless.

After the two had processed his words, Sun Zhiwei continued, "I said that M is a company, and that's the premise of everything."

"What is a company? Everything is for increasing profits, that is, making money. The structure of a company is very simple: board of directors, managers, and employees."

“The big families are the board members, all the officials, including the chief executive, are the managers, the people working in society are the employees, and the homeless and unemployed are nothing.”

"Although it's a company, there's competition within it. Employees want to become managers, and managers want to become shareholders."

"Now let me tell you what we just saw. Those soldiers are all managers, and the arms dealers have shareholders and employees behind them."

"The soldiers in charge of military procurement controlled the allocation of funds. The bulk of the profits naturally went to the companies owned by the shareholders, the smaller portions went to smaller companies, and the scraps went to the managers. That's how the profits were distributed." "Back then, the soldiers in the steakhouse were all managers, and the arms dealers were all beneficiaries. The profit distribution principle they implemented was almost an open secret."

"Because everyone is the same, no one will criticize them."

After a long silence, Belinda finally said, "They won't ruin the company, will they?"

"Haha, if it collapses, we can just rebuild it. It's just another redistribution of profits, and the shareholders always have the upper hand."

"In the future, even if America is destroyed, it will simply be renamed and a new country will be established. In the new country, they will still be shareholders."

"Alright, just take a look at these things; they won't affect your future lives."

"Ordinary people should just learn to go with the flow. If they have some ambition, they should strive to become managers or shareholders."

This brief conversation in the car almost shattered Sofia and Belinda's worldview.

They remained silent until Sun Zhiwei sent them back to school, which made Sun Zhiwei feel a little sorry for them.

If only I hadn't let them know the truth about this world, how much better it would have been to let them grow up happily.

Watching the two women walk away, Sun Zhiwei turned his car around and drove back to his apartment.

The changes in Sun Zhiwei's life during this period are clearly visible.

The apartment neighbors all knew that he had passed the exam of the M Country Appraisers Association and obtained the certificate.

I also learned that he used all his savings to open a small shop and bought a used car.

It is foreseeable that his life will improve in the future, so his neighbors are even more polite to him.

After parking his car in a nearby paid parking lot, Sun Zhiwei greeted his neighbors and the security guard along the way before entering his home.

At 8 p.m. sharp, the phone rang inside the house.

"Hello, this is James's house." It was an insurance sales call.

"Sorry, I don't need it." He hung up the phone quickly.

However, Sun Zhiwei knew that the liaison office had a mission.

He waited quietly for the apartment building to quiet down. It was past 10 p.m., and most of the neighbors had gone to sleep.

He quietly changed into a dark-colored outfit, did his makeup, and then carefully opened the small door to the underground storage room.

Using a pre-prepared passage, he walked from the unfinished building a hundred meters away onto the street where the crowds were gradually thinning out.

He arrived at the back door of the liaison office ten minutes later on a bicycle. After a rhythmic knock, the back door opened and he was allowed to enter.

It's very late now, and most of the staff at the liaison office have gone home. Only the deputy director's office light is still on.

Sun Zhiwei arrived at the office door, knocked twice, and only after receiving a response did he push open the half-closed door.

Only Deputy Director Han was in the office.

"Director, I'm here."

"Zhiwei, you're here. Please have a seat." As she spoke, Deputy Director Han poured him a cup of tea.

However, the high-grade material used is unusual; someone of Deputy Director Han's rank shouldn't be using such a high-grade material.

(End of this chapter)