Chapter 690 [Chapter of the Fatal Game] One Hundred and Thirty-Nine: The Exquisite Egoist

The distant gaze was brought closer at the next moment due to concentration, and the "God's perspective" switched to the front of the team.

A team of nearly 100,000 people has arrived at the magnificent central lawn in front of the Yanan City Council. People arriving one after another have begun to set up camp on the lawn. They built simple shelters using broken cardboard boxes and plastic bags collected from the city.

Hang up a simple slogan such as "We need wages" on the shelter and camp on the spot.

The marchers did not fully expect such a silent protest to achieve their goals. At the front of the march, the organizers had already begun to make phone calls to contact their counterparts in the downtown and industrial areas——

"The Internet is connected. Yes, we have arrived at the House of Representatives. The lighthouse here has not stopped. We are finally exposed to the adults in the House of Representatives and can contact you."

"We have taken control of most of the factories in the industrial zone... good! If we can't get any fucking benefits this time, we won't be sorry for those black-hearted bosses in the industrial zone who kneel down to us!"

"Let's just give them a big one - now we have to control the shutdown of this part of the factory! All the shops on the street are not allowed to open. Let's see where the old men in the city can find fresh eggs to eat tomorrow morning!"

"..."

Chen Yan listened happily. It seemed that his strike simulator really worked. At least the organizers of these strike demonstrations knew that they had to protect their rear areas. The front lines of the parade and the rear areas cooperated, and the front lines used force against the House of Representatives.

Pressure, large-area shutdowns in the rear areas to bring the entire city to a halt, and using shutdowns to threaten adults is the correct way to strike.

These processes have been simulated millions of times in the strike simulator, and the intellectuals in the forum have summarized the most scientific and efficient method details. As long as the organizers of the strike can unite a little more, they will not betray each other.

, you will definitely be able to achieve some winning results.

While focusing his attention on them, Chen Yan also listened to their inner voices.

As a result, the joy that was just born in my heart disappeared.

'My people can't hold on anymore. Some people got inside information and said that they want to give Lee to the poor workers in the factory, but others have nothing. How can this work? If this happens, we will directly

If we withdraw, they won't be able to cause trouble without us. They won't be able to make trouble if they don't have many people! If everyone breaks up, it won't be easy for them!'

'We are businessmen. Unlike most people in the team, we are rich and belong to petty bourgeoisie. Our interests are different from theirs. The House of Representatives is likely to treat them differently. We must seize the opportunity during negotiations.

Talk, damn it, you can't let them say it first, otherwise you'll make the adults angry, and no one will be able to feel better.'

'According to the statement in the strike simulator, we [lumpenproletarians] are the group of people who are least likely to benefit. We are despised by the adults in the House of Representatives. Even our fellow travelers do not want to see us. The only way we can

The way to gain profits is to surrender to the House of Representatives - we are going to set up a new office in Xiacheng District - we are most familiar with Xiacheng District and can handle things more efficiently. The adults must also know this truth. After all, the adults' think tank is also a research institute.

Over the strike simulator! We can become the most loyal dogs!'

…

If Chen Yan had a real body, his blood pressure would have soared at this time.

They know everything except unity!

Damn it! They have learned everything except "unity is strength"!

What made Chen Yan very angry was one of the organizers. Chen Yan heard the last thing he didn't want to hear from his head:

'Judging from the exchanges we just met, it is now clear that everyone's intention is to fight for the interest groups they represent.'

This guy is not well-dressed, but he looks better than ordinary workers who only wear single clothes. His work clothes are made of cotton. He should be an assembly line line leader or a department director.

'Those guys each have their own thoughts. It would be better to say that the march itself was a temporary effort, and it was far from the level of unity of the strikers in the strike simulator.'

'Without unity, there will be no victory.'

Chen Yan even felt the incomparable determination in his heart. This determination made Chen Yan start to doubt life.

'History is created by people, and this is the case at this moment. These people who cannot unite are destined to fight on their own in the subsequent negotiations.'

'Based on the groups they represent, I can probably know their inner thoughts - there are no such things in the strike simulator, and the explanations in the forum articles are clearer.'

'What I have to do is to sum up a method that is most beneficial to the adults in the House based on their respective demands, and try to find ways to hand over this solution to the adults in the House, so that the march can be

resolved, the adults in the House can continue to sit back and relax, and my demands will be met.'

Egoists who truly apply theory to practice have finally appeared.

Chen Yan seemed to see the high-level intellectuals in his memory. Even if they had thousands of books in their hearts, they could not contribute to the public because they were essentially refined egoists without ideals. They had no influence on the suffering world.

Empathy will not produce any yearning or belief in beauty, everything is only based on one's own interests.

For the marchers, having such a person serve as an organizer is a complete disaster that can lead to the destruction of the group.

Chen Yan had put so much effort into this parade and would never let such a person disrupt the situation.

He continued to "zoom in" to the "God's Perspective", focusing his vision on this person, and immediately got the first line of sight of this person, and knew all the memories in his skull.

【British Fox.】

Chen Yan looked at the man's memory, called the man's name, and successfully shocked the man.

'who is it?!'

Bertrand Fox looked around nervously, but did not find anyone communicating with him.

【I know your heart.】

Chen Yan's voice sounded in this person's mind again. This voice had no timbre or intonation, but it had a strong "sense of shock" because of Chen Yan's anger.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Chen Yan's voice clearly, Margaret Fox's face became solemn and she thought in her heart:

'This world is materialistic. There are no demons, monsters, or voices appearing out of thin air. The reason why I heard this voice was entirely because of the guilt in my heart for those previous thoughts.'

He even brainwashed himself:

'But I am only doing this for my own benefit, just like the marchers are carrying out this riot for their own benefit. I am the same as everyone else, and I am not wrong!'
Chapter completed!