Takari Toi is very happy.

Of course, all the serious troubles are dead, the boss is dead, and there are countless hard-working employees.

It's really...

Very happy.

But, not enough, not enough, far from enough.

"Send the document! It will be changed to twelve...what is wrong, fourteen-hour working system!"

For some reason, he knew that this would kill many people quickly, and it would be more than worth the money, but... he couldn't help it.

That's right, I can't help it.

He felt... so hungry.

But no matter how much you eat, you can't eliminate this feeling of hunger.

The doctor said that if he eats it, it will cause damage to his health.

He couldn't figure it out.

However, later, he discovered that only by "swallowing" the blood and sweat of those people and seeing the numbers on the account jumping, he could get temporary satisfaction.

Of course he knows how to develop peacefully and steadily.

What is really good for the 'uppers' is to make most of the poor have something to do, but to trick them into spending everything they earn...

Let them have the pressure to repay, the pressure to survive, and they can only make a living by working every day.

Only by using poverty can they motivate them to work. It is wise to alleviate this poverty, but it is stupid to treat it. The only way to make workers diligent is moderate wages.

Too low wages will make workers either depressed or pessimistic and desperate according to their respective temperaments. Too high wages will make them arrogant and rude and tempted...

To make society (of course the society of the superiors) happy and to satisfy the people in their current situation, it is necessary to make most people both ignorant and poor, and knowledge will make them have greater and more wishes, and the fewer people's wishes, the easier their needs will be to be satisfied.

However, knowing that it is one thing, but actually moving is another.

so……

More, he wants more.

So, a week later, he called his secretary: "Tokaro! Fourteen hours are less, and it is changed to eighteen-hour work system. It is enough for adults to sleep six hours a day!"

"Master... In this way, we may lose money in the near future. In this way, the personnel will be seriously damaged." Totaro Torii said in a dilemma on the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry about that, now do your best to improve your production capacity first! I have other plans!" Takari Toi slapped the table and said, his tone of irritability, and even saliva sprayed from the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, Master." Tokai Totaro nodded, without saying anything more.

For Takari Toi, he has a new plan this week.

Let the numbers jump faster, double the jump, and jump at ten times the speed.

It's really bad and too slow to rely on the waste below, which is not enough.

How can we make profits quickly?

Oh...yes, yes, just defeat your competitors and swallow his company?

Instead of squeezing from those poor people little by little, it is better to eat others directly.

Plunder is always faster than slowly producing.

Oppress the current people, accumulate strength, and mobilize before the war. He wants to defeat his former ally in the business war...

Ba Xunjun.

He wants to eat the other person.

Another week has passed.

Toi Takari looked at the financial report this week.

It looks good and has accumulated a lot. Although some personnel are losing money, they are all within expectations and generally make money.

Recently, Tokyo is under construction, with streets being widened and new streets being opened, and the Shinkansen railway needs to be paved into the city.

Because when a large number of tourists and people from other cities were pouring into this miraculous city in groups, but under the leadership of the above, the houses were being demolished in large numbers, and suddenly there was a lack of residences for workers, small merchants and handicraftsmen who were mainly workers.

Of course, this was planned by the above. Under the control of Takari and others, the lack of housing will be in the form of acute diseases for a period of time, and will continue to exist like chronic diseases for most of the time.

Only in this way can the price of real estate always remain high.

The core of the solution to the "residential problem" between superiors and ordinary people is people's ownership of their own homes.

However, the superiors who understand this have made a very special note on this point.

That's debt.

Yes, the house belongs to you, but it is not entirely yours. You are still carrying debts and loans.

There are a group of people controlled by collective consciousness in Tokyo, but there are more in Japan, many in foreign countries, and many people will pay for houses.

"The next step is to squeeze out Ba Xunjun. His debt is very high. If the new property cannot be renewed, his capital chain will be broken." Takari Toi was thinking about how to attack his former allies.

As for loyalty?

Sigh, he was hungry, he couldn't bear it anymore.

But at this moment, his phone suddenly rang.

He was about to stand up and pick him up.

Then, a red dot suddenly appeared on his head.

With a pop, his head exploded like a watermelon.

Even Takari Toi, who had no choice but to kill him, died here without warning.

After a few minutes, I was in Baxunjun's office.

"Is the matter done?" Ba Xunjun said on the phone.

"Well, has the money been paid?" said a hoarse voice from the other end of the phone.

"It's coming soon, I hope we will have a happy next time." Ba Xunjun smiled happily.

Toi Takari? Really.

What was the business war? He died, and the real estate in Hujing was naturally in chaos.

He was very hungry and had to eat Toi Hiroi's property to satisfy him.

Business war?

That's too slow.

Isn't it enough to just kill it?

At this moment, such a war began in Tokyo.

Malicious!

The monstrous malice seemed to condense into entities in the endless mutual devouring, and the lit sky was even obscured and became darker.

You eat me, I eat you, it seems like it is no different from Tokyo three weeks ago.

The difference is just...one sees blood, the other sees nothing.

No, both of them are bloody.

Just one flows on the street and the other flows on the mansion.

Inadvertently, collective consciousness once again shrouded Tokyo.

There is no Tokyo in the other four classes. They are completely obedient to the 'uppers' and are as obedient as ever.

This was arranged by the Heavenly Courtyard itself.

The shepherd dog will help him watch over the flock, and he just needs to whistle and wait to go down the mountain to harvest the wool and mutton.

Docile Lamb, don't make a sound.

Be a tamed lamb.

Bow into the narrow door,

Don't make a sound, pray devoutly, and be a tamed lamb.

Sheep care only about food and water. Their days remain unchanged and continue endlessly between the rising and setting sun.

They are content with food and water, and they are generous in rewarding their hair, and sometimes even give out their meat.

Just because the ‘highers’ can take them to the delicious grassland, they trust and forget how to survive with their instincts.

Obviously, no one needs to teach someone to lower your head and eat herbs.

The flock was driven away by the shepherd, but the shepherd was still in place and didn't feel anything.

How could he feel? After all, shepherds always do this.

As long as he is obedient, he doesn't care about the civil war between the shepherds. They are civil war every day, and the Heavenly Courtyard Palace is already used to it.
To be continued...