CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 156: A BASEMENT UNDETECTABLE BY ANY DETECTION INSTRUMENT_2

Of course it’s military technology. Horizon Corporation’s collusion with military technology is known by everyone from the Chaotic Blade Association in Evil Land to the Tiger Claw Gang in Night City. Do you think the rainfall grenade last night was military technology’s act of kindness?

I don’t know how many people believe Horizon Corporation is a dagger stabbed into Night City by military technology, the number one henchman newly prepared by military technology.

These mercenaries are definitely soldiers from military technology. No one would believe they are Wanderers.

And everything the players do invisibly enhances Horizon Corporation’s investment value in the eyes of other companies, just like Zeta Technology, which dared to battle with technology giant EMB in cyberspace shortly after its founding.

After today, I can only imagine how many people are eager to get a piece of the pie before Horizon rises completely.

"But..."

Gloria’s mood still hasn’t improved, even more worried than before.

Lin Miao certainly knows what she’s thinking.

Companies like Horizon that cause a storm upon entering the industry have not been absent in the past.

Relying on lost technology or business ideas dug out from the internet to conduct crazy hype and accepting investments readily.

As soon as they reach a certain scale, they go public immediately. The company’s stock skyrockets tenfold or more in a short time, and the founders seize the opportunity to cash out and leave, profiting billions, leaving a mess behind.

Moreover, even if Lin Miao doesn’t cash out and leave, the result of crazily absorbing foreign capital is his equity being continuously compressed until he’s ousted from the company.

He smiled slightly, "Don’t worry, my company won’t go public. I’m not interested in playing any stock wars. I’ll strictly vet investments."

Shares?

None of my business, haha.

Even if Lin Miao sold the whole company, what difference would it make if he were a lone figure?

Can you command the players?

Can you command the system?

Even the Sea God won’t listen to anyone other than Lin Miao. Lin Miao can shut down all automated production lines with a word, turning physical assets into scrap metal, ensuring you can’t even open the restroom door, have no water to flush, and no toilet paper, forcing you to use your finger.

He can even stage a Mayer economic act any time, take your money, and then raid your home, and none of the players would object. They would even warmly offer you sugar water.

What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is still mine.

But Lin Miao still wants some face. After all, turning against people without draining the resources from this arena first would be more harm than good.

Seeing Lin Miao’s confidence, Gloria said nothing more, but Lucy was still beside him with a mind full of "win, win, win..."

She almost doesn’t recognize the word "win" anymore.

Lin Miao pulled out a tablet, which was displaying footage of players during fire fighting.

Because some company paid to exert pressure, most news media didn’t dare to broadcast the battle scene live.

The focus of interviews in those fire rescue footage was the oddly-shaped, multifunctional military robots running around.

Standing in several doorframes, they served as temporary camp guards, and their coordination with non-combat department players showcasing high intelligence recognition and multi-module replacement was notable. Some even directly set up water pipes and rushed into the fire.

Especially, someone captured footage of the robot supporting a collapsed floor slab, showing a person holding a child rushing out of the fire scene, a harrowing moment.

Its quality appeared not much different from the Soviet Jilafa industrial robots popular in the market, possibly even higher in intelligence.

Not to mention the small robots constantly carrying rubble and supplies on the ground.

"This fire disaster can be considered an exhibition of our future products. Even if buyers come only for our reputation, there will be no shortage of money or orders in the future."

"Well..." Gloria suddenly glanced at the smoke rising outside the tent and the bewildered crowd after the happiness faded.

The disaster area covered almost half of the Watson District. Although it wasn’t densely populated, and the fire spread through sparsely populated docks, the affected population numbered tens of thousands.

Though the fire was extinguished, many people’s homes were destroyed, jobs lost, lives disrupted, and many corpses needed to be dealt with...

If unattended, this crowd would become the perfect breeding ground for filth, and soon the deathmatch scenario would unfold here. Counting on the city council? Better to go to church and ask Jesus, the leader of their gang, to send two fish and five loaves of bread for everyone’s meal.

At least the latter might offer you some amusement, with a physical Bible lesson from the priest. If you’re young, maybe you could get your butt blessed, filled with positive energy from the priest.

Lin Miao pursed his lips and thought for a moment about this problem.

"No worries, I’ll think of a way to handle it."

He’s not Roosevelt, doesn’t have the right or funds for infrastructure projects to tackle employment issues. The bank won’t give him a loan for this reason. Is it pure nonsense, really taking Lin Miao as a god?

Even if his expanding factory needs workers, he can’t stuff tens of thousands of people into it at once; that would be suicidal.

If there’s really no other way, he could just leave the problem to the all-powerful players. They must have a way.

Lin Miao! Quickly use your unbeatable player community to think of a solution!

"Lucy."

Lin Miao waved his hand in front of the dazed Lucy, whose mind was muddled by ’winning studies’, waking her up.