Chapter 1420 - 461: Sorry, Money Really Does Let You Flaunt

Chapter 1420: Chapter 461: Sorry, Money Really Does Let You Flaunt

In a game where others make the rules, you’ll never beat the rule-makers.

In a casino, anyone can lose, except the house cannot lose.

There’s only one way to win

Overturn the table, and set new rules.

The political situation in New America has doomed all top-down reforms to be empty words. The government isolates the populace with community culture, using anonymous intelligent voting machines to fabricate a non-existent democratic election.

The people have power, and this power is the cornerstone of modern society. If the upper echelons and corporations truly didn’t care about the lower classes, there wouldn’t even be elections.

Did the aristocracy in the feudal era need the people to vote?

Did slave owners in the slave society need slaves to vote?

They weave a massive labyrinth of lies for everyone, using public opinion to suppress the voices of the working masses, letting a group of wolves in sheep’s clothing talk openly about the benefits for the sheep, subtly telling you that your benefits have actually been taken by other ethnic groups, and you should go after the Niko or Latino, or Asian from the neighboring community.

The people can feel something is wrong, but due to a lack of education, they simply cannot understand much. Even if they know the culprits are those corporate executives, it’s quicker and safer to vent their anger at other vulnerable groups than to trouble those protected by armed soldiers inside bunkers.

But now Lin Miao has put this contradiction on the table. It’s not the civilians from other communities who prevent you from working, it’s not them who leave you hungry. I have provided enough jobs for everyone; it’s the gentlemen in the Upper City District who don’t let you work.

The always overbearing ruling class of Detroit didn’t react in time, still habitually resorting to old-school violent suppression and media coverage to address the crisis.

But they forgot one thing: there was never any political power willing to stand with the civilians before, so the civilians could be at your mercy, but now they aren’t anymore.

They have their own platform, their own stance, and a batch of failure-stricken people willing to be organizers, and a backstage support.

To prevent agitators raised by corporate underlings from infiltrating the parade and turning it into a riot, Walt organized the parade team into small groups led by better-educated unemployed staff, with veterans and Adcardo maintaining order.

To prevent the company from having enough reaction time to plant insiders or incite defections, the entire parade from planning to organization to execution was done in an extremely short time, and every former company employee had to publicly share communications and information.

Their intention was pure, without any banners of democracy or freedom, only to reclaim their share of interests from the company.

To coordinate the media buzz, Lin Miao not only allowed Adcardo people to film the entire process but also opened a live stream on the Voice of the Horizon, pushing it to the top of the trending chart.

God knows how many people across the United States are paying attention to this parade.

The best strategy is to attack the enemy’s plans.

All political offensives always begin with propaganda.

The Voice of the Horizon, this unbannable and unbuyable social media platform, is becoming an eyesore for the entire world’s bourgeoisie.

And as the first line of defense against this parade, the Detroit police and military were so nervous they could barely speak.

As a representative of American cities, Detroit still used the design of a suburban satellite city surrounding the city center, with many suburban residents needing to use highways to get into the city center for work.

Hence, you could see residents from various communities driving on the highway, converging continuously. The glow from countless headlights formed a sword, piercing toward the company skyscrapers in the city center.

And right above the tip of this sword, a hovercar with a conspicuous high beam reminded everyone of its presence.

The police, gripping their rifles, were sweating, and one old officer nervously looked at the police chief.

"Sir, should we open fire?"

Having worked in Detroit for so many years, it was the first time he had seen such a scene, and he couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.

Looking at that hovercar, the chief gritted his teeth.

If it were before, he’d have to go up personally and sweep it with a machine gun since a bunch of animal-like poor people would naturally settle down after a group died.

But he can’t do that with people from Washington present, unless he doesn’t want to live anymore.

"Block with shields for now; I’ll report to the higher-ups!"

After leaving a sentence behind, he, with a head as big as a fight, hurried back to the car, grabbed the radio to contact the bureau chief, who continued to contact the city government and company council members.

The city council was already in chaos, with some council members still having lipstick marks not wiped clean on their necks.

"Fuck, didn’t you say you already made contact with Efficiency, and they would notify us of any situation first?"

The mayor furiously rubbed his hair, filled with rage. With this incident, his re-election was practically doomed.

Rachael, a council member from General Motors Company, put down the phone, saying with an ugly expression,

"The Efficiency Department said they didn’t know about this operation either. Lin Miao deliberately avoided them and acted privately; the one left in the office was a decoy hologram for them."

From the beginning, Lin Miao never counted on this group of clowns, destined to be infiltrated into a sieve. If something had to be done, he had to do it himself.

"What?"

The mayor almost laughed in anger upon hearing the news. Could there be anyone in the world more useless than this Efficiency Department?