Fighting you is like being in jail.

Then Leng Chang took the two to the office, found Hachiman, and handed him two employee contracts.

"This is your contract. It includes room and board, three meals a day, plus a late-night snack, and a monthly salary of 300,000 yuan per person. After that, we will need to arrange other work at the farm. With such good conditions, I really can't think of any reason why you would refuse."

He sat on the sofa and pushed two identical contracts in front of Ikuma Shōken and Senju Natsuyo, his face casual.

Chishou Natsuyo picked up the contract and immediately began to read it, her eyes scanning the pages rapidly. Her trembling pupils betrayed her inner astonishment.

She slowly raised her head, her braided hair brushing against her face, her red eyes filled with confusion.

"These conditions are incredibly generous."

Seeing this unusual treatment, Yi Xiong, who was standing nearby, fell silent. As a police officer, he was determined to complete his task, afraid that others would steal his credit, and even quite belligerent.

But what is the purpose behind all of this?

Dreams? How could they possibly exist in a world like this?

It's all for money.

In the pouring rain, the delivery driver meticulously escorted the food orders. Was it out of responsibility? Or was it out of a serious attitude?

It's all about the money! Who would risk their health and safety to deliver food in the wind and rain if they didn't have money?

This is how Yi Xiongjian feels now. He has learned a lesson from his experience fighting the police: if you don't have money, nobody cares about you.

“We’ll do it.”

He looked at Leng Chang with a sense of certainty, as if he had suddenly felt a sense of dejection.

The pay at the police station is high, but it's earned with your life on the line, and you might die on the street someday.

People with no ties or worries tend to be extravagant spenders; they all know one thing: this industry has no future.

“Mr. Jiang Jian…” Qian Shou Xia Shi was startled upon hearing this and turned to look at him.

"Congratulations, you've made the perfect choice."

Leng Chang smiled welcomingly, nodded with satisfaction, and his eyes gleamed.

Afterwards, under the guidance of Madoka Kaname and Homura Akemi, the two gained a preliminary understanding of the internal situation.

After learning about the situation and seeing countless children, Yi Xiongjian felt that this place would be a good one.

......

In the chat group.

Leng Chang: How are the preparations going?

Hachiman: Most of it is ready, and we've got the front for Sima Heavy Industries too, so we can start selling eggs. I just don't know if supermarkets will accept them, but I feel they probably won't. This is a big scheme.

Leng Chang: Ha! Whatever! At worst, we'll just open another supermarket and sell only eggs and chicken, and we'll still make a fortune. Capitalists can't compare to us in chicken reserves; I'll make sure they lose so much they can't even afford their own underwear.

Kitahara Iori: So, the chicken industry is all set to go? We can start other industries without fear now? (A flash of brilliance.JPG)

Hachiman: Sure, what category will you focus on next? Clothing, food, housing, and transportation. Right now, we've already got chicken in the food category, but the others will probably take time.

Leng Chang: Hachiman, you only need to take care of the food; we'll handle the rest. As long as we make capital lose money on chickens, I believe they'll shift the risk to other things. Then, whatever's expensive, we'll produce that! And then we'll make capital lose money on those things too—a perfect closed loop.

Hachiman: Is it really that simple? That requires capital.

Homura Akemi: Can capital compare to our superpowers?

Hiratsuka Shizuka: Hikigaya, you're still too young. Think about our situation. We're on a winning streak, while they've accumulated experience. How can they possibly beat us?

Hikigaya: What if they unite with politicians in Tokyo? And what about other media tactics...?

Leng Chang: Since they're so determined to starve themselves, I have no choice but to grant their wish. If we don't intervene, the resulting gap will have to be filled with human lives.

Hikigaya: .....

Bucciarati: Hachiman, the enemy is not worthy of sympathy.

Hachiman: No, I just feel hopeless about this world. There are so many people trying to make things better, but their paths are blocked.

Celia: This is what feudalism is like. I've been reading a lot of history lately, so I have a pretty clear understanding of the situation regarding feudalism.

Leng Chang: Whew! Hachiman handles the food, who else will do it?

Madoka Kaname: As for clothes... most of them are made of cotton? I haven't seen any cotton growing anywhere.

Homura Akemi: It's the same old trick: monopolize raw materials so we can make a profit. Then we price the product based on the average lifetime income of a person.

Kazuma Sato: Hiss! Is it that scary? Wait! Could it be that we're experiencing the same thing over there...?

Shizuka Heike: Most likely so.

Kazuma Sato: I'm going to fucking kill them all! You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!

Leng Chang: If I were to stay... hehehehehe!

Goto Ichiri: What a scary topic...

Homura Akemi: What terrible thing are you going to do?

Leng Chang: Print more money, manipulate the real estate market, and drive up housing prices! Then the extra money can cause inflation, and only those who own houses will have money, while the rest of the people without houses will have to fend for themselves.

Kitahara Iori: Wow! You... I feel like there are a lot of problems, but overall there aren't any major issues.

Leng Chang: Who cares? It's all about driving up inflation anyway. At worst, I'll just buy and not sell, making real estate scarce, and prices will naturally go up. Hehehehe

Hachiman: Being able to print money is powerful....

Hiratsuka Shizuka: I can already picture the scene of being in dire straits.

Madoka Kaname: I must say, Leng Chang is really strong! Where did you learn that?

Leng Chang: Hmm? Isn't it just the knowledge from your side? You just don't look at it yourself. I'm looking at classic cases here. I can just follow the example.

Madoka Kaname: What?! I never even thought of that.

Homura Akemi: This shows that Madoka is kind-hearted and would never think of such a thing.

Madoka Kaname: Hehe!

Kitahara Iori: Alright! Enough said, tonight! I'm going to burn down the cotton mill!

Kazuma Sato: Then I'll go buy a house, although it seems like most of the properties in Tokyo are vacant.

Shizuka Taira: I'd like to do something too, think about what to pack for the trip... but never mind, that's too much trouble. I'll go help Hachiman. Controlling the food supply is like controlling the world.

Bucciarati: I must say it's indeed an excellent testing ground, and I've come to help out. I'll learn from their experience, as I also have plans to reform Italy later.

Madoka Kaname: Hmm? Has Bucciarati become a member of parliament?

Bucciarati: Yeah, I've got the mayor's position. It took a lot of effort. Those lazy bums never do anything right, but I got rid of them all.

Shikame Maroka:......

Hachiman: Did you...do it?

Shizuka Heike: Oh, I forgot to introduce him. Bucciarati is the boss of Italy's biggest mafia, and he's probably getting involved in politics now.

Hachiman: From our side?

Shizuka Heike: Yes.

Hachiman: Ouch—! Shizuka-sensei, my image of you has completely collapsed. Who is good enough for you? Rich, close to a yakuza boss, and involved in yakuza businesses…tsk tsk tsk!

Shizuka Hiraie: Mind your own business! You're the same way.

That night, the cotton mill caught fire.

Three years' worth of cotton reserves were burned, and even some finished fabrics were among the destroyed items.

The major event that shocked the entire Tokyo area sent chills down everyone's spines. As expected, clothing prices rose immediately after the price of eggs and chicken went up.

The entire Tokyo area was engulfed in a panic buying frenzy, with everyone frantically buying clothes.

However, capital always gets information faster than the general public, and prices always rise faster than anyone else's.

Even so, people still spent a lot of money to buy them.

Leng Chang stood on the rooftop, watching the bustling clothing market, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Something feels off.

The arson has now been confirmed... Considering the current situation...

Our organization, which claims to save the world, uses despicable, shameless, and ruthless methods of murder and arson, caring only about the outcome...

Is this some kind of organization that's saving the world?

You won't believe it, but even though I've committed murder and arson, and am despicable and shameless with a shady past, I am a good person.

Ahem! Let's just pretend we don't know.

The fire burned for a day and a night, and the accident damage report immediately made the news.

"The fire, whose cause is unknown, destroyed five years' worth of cotton reserves. The cause of the accident is under investigation."

As the news was being broadcast, Kitahara Iori clenched her fists and roared through gritted teeth.

"Holy crap! I only burned off three years' worth of reserve teeth!"

"That damn bastard tricked me! He fabricated losses and tried to use me to cover his own tracks, didn't he!?"

"Holy crap! I can't stand it!"

Kitahara Iori, unable to contain herself any longer, stood in front of the TV like a powder keg, while Sato Kazuma beside her pouted speechlessly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I have to say that's a really good move, it wiped out the previous debts in one fell swoop."

"Iori, from today onwards you are the Great Sage of Balance."

He looked at Kitahara Iori with sympathetic eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that he was still too inexperienced.

However, Kitahara Iori took a deep breath, casually tossed her bangs aside, and smiled calmly.

"Never mind, the goal has already been achieved anyway."

"Yes, the goal has been achieved."

Kazuma Sato couldn't help but laugh too, and the smiles on their faces gradually turned into a grimace.

It was as if some evil thing twisted, split, wriggled, rolled, and growled sinisterly at that moment.

At the same time, the chaebols naturally became aware of this matter.

The moment Shiba Miori heard that the cotton was being burned, Hikigaya's smile appeared on her face.

This method is all too familiar. The previous incident at the farm is still fresh in my mind, and now this has happened again.

It would be strange if they didn't do it.

But... why so blatantly...?

Are they so confident that the chaebols won't dare to make a move? Or are they simply too confident to act?

I believe it won't be long before the chaebols launch a public opinion campaign to pin this on them.

Wait! It can't be deducted!

Sima Miori's pupils contracted, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she realized that Hachiman's breeding farm had not shown up at all, and had even become insignificant.

Taking the blame requires a certain level of status. If such a big matter is handled by a small, unknown farm, it simply cannot be convincing.

Is this also part of your plan, Hachiman Hikigaya?

A look of panic flashed in her eyes; she felt that even if she guessed the truth, she couldn't do anything about him.

Then he turned to look at Rentaro beside him. Rentaro had been doing his duty as a bodyguard these past few days, but nothing had happened.

This shows that the other party doesn't take me seriously at all, treating me like someone on the street who doesn't need to be noticed.

But a glint flashed in Sima Weizhi's eyes, and a huge question arose in his mind.

What is the purpose of such a force?

......

A few days later again.

Hikigaya arrived at Sumire Muroto's laboratory carrying large bags and small packages. He knew that Sumire Muroto never paid attention to outside affairs.

So they brought clothes and a bunch of food to their door.

"Dr. Muroto, I've come to bring you something."