Wen Xuecha immediately covered her mouth and said with some surprise: "Sister Zhu Yu, why do you feed Weiwei with your own flesh and blood?"
"Our activity funds are limited." Zhu Yu has become accustomed to it.
Wen Xuecha asked in disbelief: "But you have also cleared several dungeons before. There will be ghost coins as rewards for clearing the dungeons. Can't you just use the ghost coins to pay the price?"
Zhu Yu explained: "There are regulations in the organization that 90% of the ghost coin rewards obtained for clearing the copy must be handed over and then distributed uniformly through the organization."
Wen Xuecha immediately questioned: "This is unfair. People with stronger abilities will suffer a loss if they turn in more."
Zhu Yu did not take these things to heart: "This is not a question of whether we should suffer a loss or not. Our leader has cleared the most copies in vain. If we say we are suffering a loss, he is the one who suffers the most. If the superiors follow the example, the superiors can take the lead. Let’s go, how can those below us be afraid of suffering this loss?”
This is what the entire red organization does.
The Red Organization itself also does charity, and most of their funds are used to help ordinary people. The internal life of their own organization is still relatively poor.
Because the word "profit" is not the top priority, the organization will never force others to stay. Their treatment is not good to begin with. Forcing others to stay will only create more resentment and is meaningless. If people are not for the ideals in their hearts, they will not do it at all. When they come to the red organization, what they need are like-minded teammates who agree with their philosophy.
It is difficult for Wen Xuecha to understand the sense of belief in the hearts of these idealists.
In her mind, the most correct way for companies like the Rock Group to rely on its advantageous position to accumulate its own strength and divide its own sphere of influence is to do so.
Su Qingyu couldn't do it herself, but she admired them for persisting until now.
There is an old saying that you are what you eat.
People in the red organization can endure hardship, so the more they endure, the more they suffer. Sooner or later, all the people will die and the organization will close down.
If by chance it succeeds, the red-shirted organization will be praised a few words, written down into the history books, and become one of the few words, and the positive significance of its existence will be analyzed.
If it fails, the weird era of laughing at the poor but not at the prostitutes will come. People passing by will spit on the two idiots and then laugh at the undesirability of this model.
The only people who will truly thank them are the thousands of people who have received their relief but have no say.
They have no ghost coins, no strange contracts, cannot enter Black Moon Street, and cannot afford to buy a house in Tianfu Lingcheng.
They are mediocre, fragile, and ordinary. They can only gather in places without copies, live a life of darkness and fear, and worry about three meals a day.
They are a huge group.
It is also a silent group.
Their lives are not lives, they are fuel and consumables.
The best way for them to exist is to be quiet.
Keep quiet and don't talk about needs when you're not needed.
Keep quiet when you are needed, don't cry out for pain when being eaten by Weird, and don't cry out for unfairness when you become someone else's pawn for a few ghost coins.
Poverty is a kind of original sin. As long as poor people are labeled as lazy, narrow-minded, and unwilling to make progress, then everything they encounter will be explained. It is their own fault for not working hard. It cannot be Hate anyone.
It's said that weird things can eat people, and copies are dangerous.
In the same environment, if people can't do it, don't blame the uneven road.
Look at the people in Black Moon Street and Tianfu Lingcheng. Aren’t they all living a good life?
Only the Red Organization will take care of these people.
Idealists like Zhu Yu don't talk about gains and losses.
They have their own way of doing things, and even if it's thankless, it's worth it to them.
Wen Xuecha appreciates Rock Group even more.
That's her goal too.
The Luo Group does not endure hardship, they eat people, so they can become the best among people.
The final result of hoarding, buying low and selling high is that you have money and followers, and you can respond to hundreds of responses. You only need to embellish your behavior later. Anyone who sees it will say, what a courageous tycoon.
History is written by the victors.
Good or bad is just a sentence in a book.
Wenxuecha also wants to be such a hero.
The primitive accumulation of capital has always been bloody.
How can one achieve a position of power without exploiting those below oneself?
Wen Xuecha never thought that he was a good person.
She wants to be a powerful upper class person.
Su Qingyu was so lucky that Wen Xuecha really couldn't figure out Su Qingyu's path. For her, Su Qingyu's path to success could not be copied.
Luo Zixuan is the one Wen Xuecha wants to learn from.
When the strangeness first struck, the Luo Group sold off a lot of property and was already showing signs of decline. Coupled with the villa incident, its reputation fell to the bottom for a while.
Later, Luo Zixuan succeeded her father and became the head of the Luo family. With her own abilities and means, the Luo family stood up again and restored its former glory.
Wen Xuecha felt that she should learn from the qualities of the winner, so that she could take a step closer to the life of the winner.
The three weirdos left to find Jackson.
Su Qingyu asked Zhu Yu: "Can you get some medicine from the infirmary?"
"it should be OK."
Su Qingyu gave Zhu Yu a thousand coins, and then said: "Get me some antibiotics."
Zhu Yu accepted the coin and said, "I'll give it to you tomorrow."
Wen Xuecha saw it, ran behind Su Qingyu, put his hands on her shoulders, put his head next to her cheek from behind, and asked with concern: "Are you injured? Why didn't I see your wound? ?If you need antibiotics, I have them here too."
After saying that, Wen Xuecha took out two antibiotics from his pocket, placed them in Su Qingyu's palm, and then said with a sweet smile: "These are for you for free."
"Thanks." Su Qingyu accepted it and put the medicine into his pocket.
"Hey, just thank you."
Su Qingyu raised her head and looked at Wen Xuecha: "My dear, looking at you from this angle, you have a double chin."
"Fuck!" Wen Xuecha immediately pushed Su Qingyu away.
Zhu Yu then took out the Ming Coin that he had just put back into his pocket: "Then do you still need antibiotics? If not, I will return the Ming Coin to you."
"More, there is no limit to the number of people in Daystar Group. Antibiotics will be needed in the later stages." The expression on Su Qingyu's face did not change.
Wen Xuecha was thoughtful on the sidelines, wondering if it was her own misunderstanding. She felt that Su Qingyu was kinder to Zhu Yu than to herself.
Could it be that they formed a secret alliance?
Ji Yifan, Xiaolang and the cashier who made up the numbers came to the abandoned ferry next to the Black Lake.
On the way, Ji Yifan was still inquiring about the salaries of the other two.
The next second, the cashier was dragged into the lake by something unknown.
Wen Xuecha sensed that the tribute card was broken.
Her expression changed and she said to Su Qingyu and Zhu Yu: "An accident happened so quickly!"
