Chapter 362 Start

"Priest, are you really speaking the truth?" Linda Linda asked with curiosity in her eyes. "I'm truly confused, can you help me understand?"

"Of course it's true, in the Old Testament, Chapter 23, Verse 16..."

Then, during her conversation with the Priest, Linda Linda gleaned some useful information, first and foremost that the church had been permitted by Sun Jack, who didn't oppose the preaching of Liberation Theology in his company.

Secondly, through the Priest's few words, she also learned about the relationship between Liberation Theology and the Rat Alliance Battle Line, and through past work experiences.

In the end, thanks to her extensive work experience, she also deduced that the Priest's sexual orientation was asexual, which she was very thankful for, having not attempted to seduce him.

After gathering this information, Linda Linda left contentedly, "It seems that I need to meet the rest of the company's people in person; there is much more to them than what the data shows."

The Priest watched Linda Linda's retreating figure, quietly organizing the system's files categorized between the Old and New Testament.

He could tell that she didn't genuinely embrace Liberation Theology, but he didn't care; as long as someone asked, regardless of their intent, he was willing to answer.

Throughout the day, a continuous stream of company employees still came to the church to confess and pray.

The Priest could see that they, too, didn't truly embrace Liberation Theology; they were merely seeking something to cling to because of an internal emptiness.

So the Priest just listened silently on the side, listening to all the prayers, which sounded more like complaints.

"God, I have sinned, I went whoring again and now I don't have money for rent. If you could let me bump into a big scoop as I step out, so I can make big money with a live stream, I will definitely convert and follow your teachings."

"Why is my self-control so poor? Why do I always strip down before finally getting to work? My God, do you have a solution?"

"Is all my trouble really coming from capital?"

When night fell, the Priest locked the church doors and opened the company personnel records.

He silently marked all those who had prayed, and the next day he did the same. By the seventh day, he had called Sun Jack, "I've found that the employees are having a hard time, even though they earn significantly more than those in other companies."

"Hmm?" Sun Jack was startled and didn't quite understand what the other party was trying to say. "Priest, I can't answer that question."

"As mercenaries, they have no concept of saving; they spend every penny of their wages as soon as they get them, on prostitutes, gambling, drugs, to the point that they have to take out loans to buy food midway through the month, with no planning at all."

"Are you suggesting I raise their wages?" Sun Jack opened the company's income and expenditure spreadsheet, realizing that if he increased the overall company benefits further, the company would start losing money, especially since the financial crisis was over and there were not as many contracts now.

The Priest shook his head. "No, I'm suggesting you lower their wages."

"What?" Sun Jack almost thought he had heard wrong. Was this really something a Priest from Liberation Theology would say?

"I suggest lowering their wages by a certain percentage, and then setting up a company canteen. That way, even if they have no plans, they won't go hungry, and this does not conflict with your ideas."

At these words, Sun Jack's body jolted, and a flood of memories hit him, especially recalling his own past experiences.

He remembered all the pain he had been through, and that night, in particular, when he had no food and went to bed hungry.

The Priest looked into Sun Jack's eyes and said calmly, "As a leader, it is also your duty to guide. God has said, if they are stuck in the mud, you should not just watch them suffer. Start by pulling them out."

"Thank you, Priest, this really helps me a lot."

After hearing Sun Jack speak, the Priest nodded, "Your strength has far surpassed mine now, there's not much I can help you with, but since I've chosen to help you, I will do everything I can."

"Thanks, Priest, you're right, I'm really glad you came back!" Sun Jack said, closing the communication with the Priest,

After pondering with his over two hundred Clones for half an hour, Sun Jack contacted the Finance Minister. "Accountant, from now on, do as I say. Our company will cover everything for all employees, medical insurance, combat insurance, food, clothing, lodging, and transportation. Calculate roughly how many times more it will cost, and deduct it from their wages proportionally."

"Boss? But why are we doing this?" The accountant looked puzzled. "Not only is there no benefit, but it also requires a lot of expenses."

"No more nonsense, just do as I said."

Since the Boss had given the order, what else could be done? The accountant immediately complied.

As expected, the result was no surprise, and it immediately triggered a torrent of curses, with the company channel filled with foul language like spam.

"Damn! I'm not a mercenary, what do I need medical insurance for? Are you trying to take my money? Are you?"

"Sun Jack, I fuck your mother."

"Stupid Boss."

"After pretending for so long, you finally showed your true colors!"

"This has almost taken half my money! How many men did I have to forego for this! Fuck!"

"Who knows when I'll die, what do I need security for?"

Sun Jack looked at these words and laughed carelessly, directly cursing back at them in the company channel.

"You beasts, I've been sick of you for a long time, you bunch of twisted moralists! From the start, I've never been wrong, the wrong ones are always fucking you!"

"From now on, you all better completely forget those trash habits of Metropolis! Fucking follow the rhythm I set!"

In the end, Sun Jack won out over them because he had said, talk again and wages will be deducted.

He also knew that tomorrow some people might resign, as there are always some who are accustomed to that kind of life, even if it means death or being exploited, they still do not want to be controlled by others.

But he understood, it wasn't him who was wrong, nor was it them, but the entirety of Metropolis, this dumping ground specially designed by the Holy Grail, had made them unable to discern right from wrong.

After Sun Jack had dealt with these matters, he went to a corner next to the bedroom, where lying in a Game Pod was someone who was not just anybody, but one of the few survivors of the Rat Alliance Battle Line, the already insane Anyun.

To prevent the other party from running around, Sun Jack had put him into a virtual holographic network game, because to him, living anywhere was the same.

The other party's hands struggled and he mumbled something with his lips, "Boss..."

Sun Jack put his hands back down and returned them to the Game Pod, looking at him and saying softly, "Don't worry, I'm here, I haven't forgotten, I will never forget."