"What's so surprising about this? Of course, describing it as nation-building is a bit exaggerated, but in essence, there is no difference at all...."
"Capital value is all about creating profit. The current forms of companies, groups, and enterprises no longer fit the situation of the Blue Star. The speed of creating value cannot keep up with people's inner desires."
"The most extreme exploitation is equivalent to becoming king..." Lin Qi said with a cheerful smile, "I'm slow to act. Some guys who are faster have already controlled millions of acres of land in America."
"In this game of ballots, the essence of it is that whoever is willing to spend more money [on advertising] can reap more benefits and power. The wealth we scattered in the past is now starting to come back."
"'Nation-building' is an elimination race. Whoever is slower at reclaiming wealth will miss out on the banquet."
When Lin Qi said this, his gaze naturally landed on Li Wenkang, and he flashed a smile, clearly leaving some words unsaid.
Li Wenkang looked at Lin Qi, seemingly understanding what was going through his mind, and said calmly, "Some things don't need to be taken for granted. The future is hard to predict..."
The new wave of land consolidation among the landlord class is what Lin Qi referred to as the "nation-building movement". The reason for this battle among landlords is quite simple; it originates from a strategic miscalculation by the world's strongest country.
In 1994, the leading world power faced a choice: whether to confront the rapidly rising Europa Alliance, which threatened its interests, or the Xia Country, which was developing slowly and had a different ideology. Who should it target?
A grand strategic simulation was conducted, and top strategists and economists came to the conclusion....
Based on Xia Country's development level, its per capita GDP should be around $3,000 in thirty years.
With this clear answer, the leading power unleashed a tidal wave of capital and metaphorically undressed the princeling to show who is in charge.
Only when they were about to harvest Xia Country, this fattened blood bag, did something feel unexpectedly off.
It was this strategic miscalculation thirty years ago that triggered today's "nation-building movement" among landlords.
The big landlords are preparing to harvest internally, first consuming reserves to regroup before reaping from Xia Country or forming a duopoly alliance, aiming to harvest over 200 regions in one go.
Harvesting is like gambling. Once someone experiences the thrill of earning a month's or even a year's salary at the gambling table, they become addicted and can't stop.
No one can refuse quick money, especially when it's steady, quick money every ten years.
Lin Qi is clearly an advocate of united fronts, even though he didn't voice it directly, Li Wenkang is well aware.
And the answer he gave is quite intriguing.
"Are you preparing to rebel against the chieftain?" Master Fuli picked up a wet wipe, wiped his paws, and looked at Li Wenkang and Lin Qi, who were staring at each other.
"Why rebel? The tiger skin of America is still very functional; the landlords only want to perform a blood transfusion surgery."
Lin Qi shifted his gaze back, and with a cheerful smile, looked at Master Fuli and Lin Ying, "Besides what's inside, you can't see any problems or signs from the outside. The only possible change is that some cornered dogs might come from behind the scenes to the front and prepare to go all-in."
"In front of you big landlords, I suddenly kind of miss the ordinary 9-9-6," Master Fuli said, turning around and patting Lin Ying, "Let's go! It's about time; they should be waiting for us by the seaside now."
"Okay..." Lin Ying stood up and bid farewell with a smile to Grandmaster Lin and Li Wenkang, leading Master Fuli out of the confession room to the agreed beach.
Sitting in the black business car, Master Fuli was not as usual, with an iced cola in his left hand and his phone in the right, scrolling through note videos and liking A Qing's videos.
He just frowned, sipping his iced cola.
"Master Fuli, is it... because of what Grandmaster Lin and the Earl said that's bothering you?" Lin Ying asked after noticing Master Fuli's unusual behavior.
What Lin Qi and the Earl talked about had long gone beyond mere business discussions; it was about using financial capital as a tool, treating all similar beings as mere expendables.
"No...."
"It's not because of what they said. It's not like I haven't seen landlords being evil. Compared to them, Grandmaster Lin looks rather pleasing to the eye."
Though Master Fuli, a core member of either the big landlords or the Longevity Club, hadn't met Grandmaster Lin personally, his encounters were with small landlords and foolish sons of landlords-he had dealt with several of those.
Landlords are no longer considered human, and whatever they do wouldn't surprise Master Fuli. Upon encountering a wild landlord, if persuasion fails, just pick up the knife and strike until submission.
Anyway, just treat them as Spirit Beasts.
"I was just thinking about one thing, after hearing Old Lin and them talk, mentioning how making money essentially involves leveraging capital to mobilize more productivity, which means employing more people...."
"Thus, wealthy people don't have to screw in bolts, nor do they have to roll up their pants and work the fields. Those rich folks who say they're exhausted every day, why don't they just cash out and leave?"
Confidently, Master Fuli said, "Apart from some rich folks with psychological issues, if any rich person tells me they're tired, I'll just give them a good slap!"
"KTV doesn't call me to their parties, so I sell my labor to earn some change, yet they still try to manipulate me emotionally."
"......." Lin Ying was taken aback and didn't immediately know what to say.
Master Fuli's words seemed pretty reasonable, though she wondered, would Master Fuli jump up and scratch me? Lin Ying had the strange thought flash in her mind.
But recalling the treatment Lin Industrial provided, Lin Ying relaxed and continued petting Huhu.
Ordinary workers earn seven thousand, with accommodations included but meals not. But meals in the park only cost five yuan, and housing is provided after twenty years of employment.
No wait... After surviving the Lin Clan's turmoil, now Lin Industrial's ordinary workers, after deducting social insurance, have their salaries collectively increased by five hundred yuan, making it seven thousand five hundred now.
During that time, when Lin Industrial remained stable, all employees were eager to return to work, demanding an end to the foolish safety rectifications.
Whether the factory is safe, wouldn't the workers know?
Even though the high salaries have other factors, Lin Ying feels she shouldn't be counted as a capitalistic landlord dog; she can confidently pat Master Fuli.
Arriving at the beach,
from a distance, Master Fuli could see Ah Bai's white ground effect vehicle.
Orcas made their way to the shallows, as the monkeys rode the carrier and jumped onto the orcas' smooth backs, taking brushes and cloths giving them a bath, a deep spa to wash away the dark corneal layers.
The humpback and blue whales, because of their large size, could only watch from a distance, unable to come near the shallow waters.
They were curious why their orca brothers didn't go to Qingao Island's docks today to grab some freshwater and tuna sashimi but instead came to this godforsaken beach.
But then,
what happened next left the incoming humpback and blue whales utterly gobsmacked.
Master Fuli stood upright on the beach, waving towards the ocean.
Seeing this, the orcas immediately began a beach landing.
One by one, the big guys beached themselves on the sand. Master Fuli stepped forward, picked one up, and with a flick like tossing a dart, threw it sideways onto the waves.
The orca, like a surfboard, glided swiftly, riding the waves and took off, cheerful "yings" echoing.
"Ying Ying Ying—"
The Orca Family soared up, filled with joy.
"Hmm?"
Just after tossing the orcas out, Ansheng hadn't caught his breath when he saw a large square head rushing toward the shore in his direction.
Ansheng widened his eyes, staring up at the blue whale happily spouting water above.
"Not my dude....."
"What are you doing?"
"How much do they weigh, and how much do you weigh?"
Adult blue whales usually weigh between 150 to 200 tons, with the largest recorded weight for a blue whale being 181 tons.
And the blue whale in front of Master Fuli, seemingly with a good dietary intake, appeared especially plump and heavy.