Chapter 190: If We Were Born in Douglas

The words of the middle-aged man Kenner represented the sentiments of the vast majority of Pearson residents.

The fervor stirred up on Propaganda Day would eventually cool down. Behind the millionaires' pie, people could actually see that the truth was not as beautiful as they had imagined.

But even so, life had to go on, didn't it?

In these bleak times, having a full meal to ensure one's and their family's normal survival was the top priority. Most people did not expect to shine and excel on the platform provided by HT Company.

Especially for middle-aged individuals like Kenner, compared to the young Lutz, these greasy middle-aged individuals who had been beaten down by society understood the cruel side of society more clearly: if you wanted to make money in the hands of capitalists like Carter, there were only two ways!

One, make yourself indispensable, so that they can't do without you, and you have bargaining power when it comes to business needs;

Two, strive to earn higher value for these capitalists, such as making a million for him, and then asking him for a few thousand.

Yes, that's charity! For capitalists, the compensation they provide you is definitely not measured by the value you can create. On the contrary, they generally believe that it is because of their platform that you can achieve this step, and that you can only succeed because of their platform!

So, it's your blessing, dear～

Since it's a blessing, why are you still talking about money? You want personal growth, don't you? Apart from money, do you have any other gains～

Kenner hadn't heard any less of his former boss painting rosy pictures for himself. He knew very well what kind of cabbage he was. If he really were an indispensable talent, then why was he unemployed now?

As for the second option, whether he could achieve it or not, even if he did, he wouldn't have the initiative. So it couldn't be used as a motivation for his efforts!

Out of conscience and professional ethics, Kenner felt willing to complete his work faithfully. But to be like Lutz, acting like he's on chicken blood every day, actively grabbing tasks to do, even learning beyond his duties in the front hall, and even going to other places like the kitchen during breaks - that was simply impossible!

He only received a salary of $300, so he would only do work worth $300!

Dialogues like these were playing out in households across Pearson at this time. If a survey were conducted, it would be found that young people, especially those between the ages of 17 and 20, looked at Carter on TV with much more enthusiasm than those over 25. Then they would often receive a lecture similar to that of middle-aged individuals like Kenner.

However, no matter what, most Pearsonites had a very good impression of Carter. Even though they knew that his speech on stage that day was just pie in the sky, right now he was providing real job opportunities for himself and others!

People's eyes weren't blind. Despite the slander against Carter, they couldn't deny the kindness he showed.

But just as Pearson as a whole was harmonious and thriving, the residents of Pearson and some cities near Douglas were getting increasingly angry.

"Damn it. Why can the businessmen in Douglas step forward at this time to stabilize the economy and give the local citizens a meal, while our businessmen here keep laying off employees?"

Looking at the screen on TV, Kukan Paulson complained indignantly. Then he picked up a bottle of beer on the table with melancholy and took a big sip.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! These incompetent fools, they've made it so I can't even afford to drink beer heartily anymore!"

"Alright, stop cursing. What's the use of cursing here? Didn't Mr. Callahan say it? It's not that he doesn't want to keep us, it's that Bass Bank over there won't lend us money anymore. Originally, with the equipment, factory buildings, and land of our factory as collateral, we could have borrowed at least over a hundred thousand dollars, but that old man Bass is so stingy."

Kukan's companion, Karen, also picked up the beer bottle in front of him, lightly tapped Kukan's bottle with his own, took a sip, and then spoke.

"Who is Mr. Callahan, you should know! He has always been very good to us, even when the wave of layoffs came, he was forced to start layoffs only at the end. Mr. Callahan is really a good boss. If he can get through this, I'm willing to work for him!"

"At least with him, I feel more at ease. I know that if it weren't for absolutely no other way, and the factory had reached the end of the road, I wouldn't have been laid off. If you say that, it's unfair to Mr. Callahan, buddy!"

After saying these words in defense of his former boss, Karen once again raised the beer bottle, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down dejectedly.

"Except for Mr. Callahan, the businessmen here in Agar are all a bunch of bloodsuckers, especially that old Bass. That old thing, it's a pity. Who made us not born in Douglas or Pearson? It's all fate, buddy!"

Karen's lament seemed to trigger a switch in Kukan's mind. Seeing his friend's words, his eyes suddenly burst with a bright light, and he slapped his thigh excitedly:

"What did you just say?! We weren't born in Douglas, is that what you said?!"

"Yeah, what's the problem? If we were born in—"

Karen wanted to say, if we were born in Douglas, if we were citizens of Douglas, then wouldn't we also be able to enjoy the dividends brought by Carter's actions?!

Then, following this line of thought, he thought further:

"Why do we have to be born in Douglas?!"

"Yes! Exactly! Brother, your brain is simply invincible! You say, if we were Douglas or Pearson citizens, would we still worry about life? Would we still feel sorry for this bottle of beer that costs less than a dollar?!"