APTnovel Chapter 230 Meyer Economics
Chapter 230 Meyer Economics
Chapter 230 Meyer Economics
The vehicles stopped because the protesters were blocking the road.
At this speed, it's hard to imagine how long we'll be stuck in traffic, so Mordy and the witch had no choice but to get off the train.
Since we've already achieved our goal of entering the city, walking from here on out is fine.
They didn't bring Lao Ji or the corpses of the survivors on this trip, because it would be easy to expose them.
So, Modi gave them another task: to infiltrate the slums and try to take control of them.
"Let's go, stop looking here. We're not that girl, and that person has nothing to do with us."
Mordy took the witch's hand and led her toward a less crowded area.
The witch withdrew her gaze, using cold rationality to sever the instinctive throbbing in her body.
She is the current owner of this body. The original owner's obsession will only be suppressed when it clashes with her will.
Two gunshots rang out in the distance, followed by screams from the marching crowd, who seemed to have gone mad.
"It seems the guards from Ning City have made their move." Mo Di glanced back and quickened his pace.
In the past, major companies might have cared about their reputation, and at least they wouldn't have treated protesters like this. Some boxers' reports would have also been taken seriously.
But things are different now; they even dare to replicate "Gwangju Running Man" at any time.
Anyway, if you don't do this job, there are plenty of others who will. If you lose your job and certain assets, you will be demoted to a third-class citizen and expelled from the city.
The crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and Mordy and the witch took the opportunity to walk into an empty alley.
"What should we do now? We have no assets and we're using fake identities. If we're caught in a routine check, we'll definitely be called in for questioning," the witch asked, leaning against the wall.
Modi took out an old-fashioned communicator given to him by Lao Ji and skillfully operated it.
Although it is considered old-fashioned, that is only in a relative sense. Compared to the Earth at the beginning of the 21st century, it is already considered advanced.
Even in this world, many people still carry it with them to prevent virus intrusion when communicating with their personal AI.
This is especially true for some people who resist getting implants.
After searching for some random things, Modi had an idea.
"I've thought of a way to make money quickly."
"What kind of scheme are you planning? You're not thinking of robbing a bank, are you?" The witch chimed in at the right moment, casually pulling out two black hoods that only revealed the eyes and mouths.
"No, no, no, we're law-abiding citizens, how could we do such a thing?"
Modi paused deliberately, then said, "Have you heard of Meyer's economics?"
"If you already know this, how could I not know it?" The witch was somewhat speechless.
Meyer economics advocates building a strong military force through borrowing and then using force to eliminate debt. This idea was adopted by Sandezi, and now Modi plans to replicate it.
However, his borrowers were not banks or legitimate companies, but rather unprotected lending companies operating in a gray area.
This makes the process easier.
"This, this, and this... so many unscrupulous companies, that's enough for us to raise start-up capital."
Modi counted the number of targets, which refreshed his understanding of the city.
"A city with so many unscrupulous loan companies, it must be a vibrant city where everything is thriving."
He and the witch split up and each went to find a target.
Thanks to the fake identity given to them by Lao Ji, which was that of an employee of a certain company, both Mo Di and the witch were eligible to borrow money. The two of them each made a profit within the maximum borrowing limit and then headed to their next target.
"Just sign your name on this agreement, and that's it."
Modi signed his pseudonym, which was his identity, in a flamboyant manner on the agreement handed to him by the staff, and then handed it back to him.
"Thank you for your cooperation. I hope we can work together successfully." The staff member took the agreement, and his smile became even brighter.
He felt he was guaranteed to make a profit, and it didn't matter even if the borrowers couldn't repay the money.
After all, this person is so strong, he might have undergone genetic modification. Selling him to a laboratory or some biotechnology company would definitely make him a profit.
Coincidentally, Modi thought the same thing.
He also felt that he was guaranteed to make a profit, and if someone came to collect a debt, he could have a few more test subjects.
"Unfortunately, the genetic and psychological testing technologies in this world are quite advanced, making it difficult to directly control the top executives of those corporations."
Back at his temporary rented place, Mordy found that the witch had completed her task and was waiting for him there.
As soon as he returned, the witch poured out her grievances to him: "All the people I met today had prosthetic eyes. They saw that I was a witch and tried to trick me into signing contracts with hidden clauses, hoping to get me to work illegally on a shady live-streaming platform."
"I've heard that many girls fall into the traps set by the companies when signing agreements for student loans, and are subsequently exploited by these unscrupulous live-streaming platforms," Mo Di agreed.
Those company executives are generally surrounded by highly cybernetic guards and genetically modified human protectors, so they are not afraid of ordinary witches at all.
Unscrupulous platforms will not give witches the opportunity to become stronger; they will cut off the channels through which popularity and traffic can be monetized into faith, thereby blocking the improvement of witches' strength.
Most witches who join these platforms are strictly restricted from acquiring faith after their strength reaches a certain level. Even so, they still have to greet the audience with smiles.
This was used to repay that exorbitant loan.
Mo Di walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at Ning City shrouded in night. Although there were no stars in the sky, the neon lights on the ground made up for this deficiency.
Behind the seemingly dazzling lights, countless sins flow unnoticed.
Because of his high vantage point, he had an excellent view, coupled with eyesight far exceeding that of ordinary people, allowing him to easily see Ning City's landmark building, which was also the tallest building in the city.
That's a branch of Hongtu Life Engineering Group here, and also the center of power in Ning City.
He gazed at the tall building in the distance, a series of calculations flashing through his mind.
Although he is the god of war, it does not mean that he is only good at brute force.
War, in addition to killing and strength, also involves strategy and intrigue.
Although his superior intelligence often tells him to use his superpowers, he will still resort to the other side of his war authority when necessary.
The next day, Modi left home early in the morning.
He doesn't need to sleep, but some municipal departments don't start work until the daytime.
On this trip, he bought a biological laboratory that was on the verge of bankruptcy. Its original owner seemed to be short of money and was eager to sell it.
"Young man, let me give you a piece of advice." The former owner of the laboratory said dejectedly, "When watching the live stream of the Ring Realm, don't participate in gambling. I ended up like this because I lost all my money gambling in one night."
Modi paused, asking curiously, "What did you bet on? How did you end up in this state overnight?"
"I bet that the Great Witch Millison could defeat Singularity Ghidorah, and I staked everything on it, but she lost, and I went bankrupt because of it."
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"...Well, you're quite pathetic." Modi patted him on the shoulder. "Next time there's a similar bet, just bet on the singularity."
"No, I dare not gamble again." The other person shook their head repeatedly.
Modi didn't say anything, he just turned around and went into the laboratory.
The other party probably isn't afraid to gamble, but rather doesn't have the money to gamble. Getting someone to quit gambling is no easy task.
Although everyone had left the biological laboratory, the equipment inside was still there, and Modi had bought it all.
"These instruments... while not as good as the ones I found in the celestial book, are sufficient for my needs."
He walked deeper into the laboratory and found some unopened experimental biomass in the warehouse.
Most laboratories in the world are equipped with artificial wombs, and this one is no exception. These biomass materials are used for the artificial womb.
"There's quite a lot; enough for me to create a whole bunch of Blood God Children."
Mordiche felt the lack of support from the Blood Sea. There was something like the will of the world in this world, which made it very inconvenient to project the power of the Blood Sea Divine Kingdom.
Even if he wanted to create the Blood God Child, he had to consider the material basis and could not directly draw resources from the Blood Sea Divine Kingdom as before.
He opened all the containers storing biomass and poured his own blood into them.
Each drop of blood contains a large number of tiny blood god particles, which begin to multiply rapidly once they fall into the container.
Modi ignored them and let them grow on their own.
A month later, a debt collector arrived at the laboratory door. His prosthetic eye darted left and right, quickly locking onto the name of the laboratory.
"Sticks Bio Labs? This must be that guy's lab. Is this what he borrowed money for?"
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Trix, with an e-cigarette dangling from his lips, subtly revealed a wary expression.
He knew all too well that these days, people working in biotechnology were not to be trifled with; who knew if there were genetically modified humans hiding in their labs?
Some time ago, he heard about a tragic incident involving a colleague.
When a debt collector went to a small biological laboratory to collect a debt, he encountered an unexpected incident and was beaten into a pancake by a rampaging experimental subject.
According to the laboratory director, the experimental subject happened to riot and accidentally killed the debt collector.
"Ha, they've probably been planning this for a long time."
Putting away his e-cigarette, Trix strode into the lab.
Unlike other debt collectors, he is 70% cybernetically modified, and he is confident that he can break through any obstacle even if he encounters an emergency.
Not long after entering the laboratory, he saw a strange man in a white coat, who appeared to be a researcher in the laboratory.
"You must be Mr. Trix, who made an appointment beforehand?" the man in the white coat said with a smile.
Trix nodded. "If there isn't a second Trix, then it's me."
"Our director has been waiting for a long time."
The doctor in the white coat gestured "please," his smile somewhat amused.
But Trix was not intimidated and followed behind him, the mantis blade in his arm ready to be drawn at any moment.
The two had walked for a short while when they came across a row of devices that looked like hibernation pods. Through the semi-transparent glass, they could see the green liquid inside and the people lying inside with their eyes closed.
Beside the hibernation pod, a figure also dressed in a white coat had been waiting for some time.
"You're Trix, the debt collector?"
Modi flashed a bright smile. "You're the twenty-seventh today."
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