96: 096 Bedroom Symposium 96: 096 Bedroom Symposium He erged from the subway, and after walking a hundred ters, he was at East Sea University.
Jiang Chen bought a pancake from a roadside vendor and ate as he walked to the university, unconcerned with maintaining the image of a “prominent figure” that he had beco today.
Even though the old “Jiang Chen the bootlicker” was well-known, it surely couldn’t compare to his current fa.
Just buying a pancake, he was recognized by quite a few people, who greeted him proactively.
Their expressions were no longer ones of simple disdain but were much more nuanced.
As Jiang Chen climbed the stairs, not yet having reached his dormitory, he could already hear Luo Peng’s loud voice.
“Ha, you’re all wrong, you still don’t understand what a capitalist truly is.
My dad has a friend, I call him ‘uncle,’ and he told that the real pursuit of capitalists isn’t about gathering a huge amount of assets, but about making the common people poor.”
The voices ca from Room 411, the dormitory of their class monitor.
Jiang Chen walked to the door and peered through the unshuttered doorway, noticing that the room was crowded and bustling.
Luo Peng stood in the center, standing on a stool as he spoke passionately.
“Now soone might ask why that is?
The answer is simple because continually increasing assets is aningless.
What’s aningful is the forming of gaps between people and expanding those gaps.”
Actually, such “seminars” were common in university dorms, regardless of male or female.
The only difference was that while girls would chat about celebrities, makeup, and fashion, boys preferred to discuss global structures, international politics, and economics of the era.
Jiang Chen crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, listening quietly without interrupting.
Even though Luo Peng had beco increasingly self-indulgent since enrolling at East Sea University, in terms of vision, very few in the class could match him—a result of his background.
As graduation approached and the threshold to society lood, not everyone was sentintal about young love; many were more concerned with their future and career.
“Perhaps as a minor capitalist, a small-town factory owner, their goal is capital appreciation because they haven’t reached a certain critical point.
But once they beco extrely rich, with a hundred billion or a trillion in assets, their basic lifestyle remains roughly the sa.
The cars, villas, yachts they can buy are essentially identical, everyone has private jets, and those even richer can’t possibly travel by rocket, can they?”
At this mont, Luo Peng was particularly spirited, showing none of the “cowardice” he exhibited during the art appreciation class.
“So you see, when wealth reaches a certain level, money is just a number.
What significance does it hold then?
No matter how good a capitalist’s appetite is, how many shark fins can they eat in a day?
No matter how good their lungs are, how many cigars can they smoke in a day?
No matter how spirited they are, how many parties can they throw in a day?”
“That’s why, if you see a small capitalist, what they love to talk about most is how to grow and get rich quickly because they’re in the phase of adding value.
But a big capitalist will always say: ‘I’m not interested in money, I wouldn’t care if I only earned a single dollar.’ Many people think they’re lying, but actually, they’re telling the truth.”
Upon hearing this, the people in the dormitory shared a tacit laugh.
“Help pour a cup of water.”
Luo Peng said.
One buddy imdiately complied.
After a sip to moisten his throat, Luo Peng held the water cup, and from his deanor, it was clear he was thoroughly enjoying the mont.
The admiring gazes from his classmates undoubtedly helped wash away any dejection he felt from setbacks in the realm of romance.
“When your wealth reaches a certain level, you start thinking about how to break free from this little corner of the world, how to control the fates of all living beings because even with your billions, there are forces in the world that can make your high-rise collapse in minutes.
So they continue to wish for that ruling power because only when they beco the rulers can they exploit even more freely, can they widen the gap between them and ordinary people to a vast chasm.”
Luo Peng spoke with conviction.
“Only then can they truly do as they please.”
Jiang Chen leaned at the doorway, his interest as a bystander slowly turning to contemplation.
Perhaps under the influence of Luo Peng’s current discourse, Jiang Chen was pondering the path he might have to face in the future.
“It’s like the movie ‘Let the Bullets Fly,’ where the advisor, a minor capitalist, is content just to earn money while kneeling, but a major capitalist like Huang Silang seeks to dominate.
For the large asset owners, the appreciation of assets is rely a ans, never the goal.
When you have so much money that there’s no difference, making ordinary people poor can significantly enhance a capitalist’s life.
Why?
Because if everyone lives well, where would their employees co from?
Where would their bodyguards and chauffeurs co from?
If everyone were wealthy, for instance, each person becoming a millionaire, which son would go to do hard labor for a capitalist?
Whose wife would cook for a capitalist?
Working just for fun, if a capitalist yells at you, you could simply quit.
Then, they couldn’t enjoy the pleasure of exploiting people anymore.”
“Do you think the happiest thing for big capitalists is making money?
The happiest thing for big capitalists is to give lectures, write books, do interviews, educate the public, and to point at their employee’s noses and say, ‘Back in the day, with a few people, I started from scratch in a basent.
If you worked like , sleeping only four hours a day and working 007 every week, you could have my success today.’
“Capitalists don’t make money just to open their vault and count it every day.
A famous story of capitalism is ‘The Million Pound Note,’ and many people should have seen it.
When you can prove you are very rich, you can be a capitalist without paying a penny, and whether or not you actually have the money doesn’t even matter anymore.”
Luo Peng took a sip of water and stepped down from the chair.
“For ordinary people, they’re just a part of the capitalistic ga of life.
It’s like when we play gas; if you start with your damage at 999 and then you enter a server where everyone else is at 888 damage—not as good as yours—but your fun is already reduced.
On the other hand, even if you’re only at 99 damage, as long as you encounter characters that can’t hit more than 10 in the ga, you can still enjoy overpowering them.
“It’s like online gas, where big capitalists are the high-spending players, the small capitalists are the low-spending players, and the general public are the regular gars.
So mbers of the public pursue their own reversal of fortunes, while small capitalists aim for continuous capital growth because they still have high-spending players above them; they want to see what the pinnacle of the ga looks like.
But the big spenders, their thrill isn’t just on leveling up or defeating monsters; it’s the thrill of being a god in the ga, deciding life and death, treading the limits of the ga laws.
Their only fear might co from the ga company—never knowing when the ga will shut down or be adjusted.”
Luo Peng smiled broadly.
“That’s why they clamor for the ga company to relinquish control.”
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