582: Chapter 97: I Choose to Push Dusk into Darkness, As for Dawn?
582: Chapter 97: I Choose to Push Dusk into Darkness, As for Dawn?
Exhausted Cheng Daqi finally returned to his loyal city of Saint Rodu with Little Zhao— one of Arica’s most magical cities, accommodating countless ambitious individuals.
“Daqi, have you seen the recent news?
Arica’s wool war has escalated again, they are pressing step by step.”
Zhao Hongjin paid close attention to the overall environnt; she was a smart and thoughtful girl, always wanting to change the world, hence her deep interest in it.
“The internal contradictions are so great that they can only find an external target to hit first.
My assessnt is ‘a desperate country’s version of a cornered dog,’ all their cunning tricks ultimately won’t solve the fundantal problems.”
This country of freedom, democracy, and equality is filled with eternal lies and endless brainwashing.
In its more than two hundred years of history, its citizens have been struggling, step by step, to beco playthings of capital.
They deceive the common people, oppress the lower classes, and poison those who might rebel against them, alright— the ones who are actually always trapped are a certain kind of person.
“What about us?
Our thods are becoming more and more abnormal, I’m afraid we won’t be able to control the issues with Shanhaiguan and Ho’s Good Products in the end.”
In the car on the way back, Zhao Hongjin, looking at Riel driving in front, spoke her worries in Mandarin in a low voice.
Cheng Daqi, watching Little Zhao’s anxious eyes, sighed softly.
The rulers of Arica are beasts, but…
Cheng Daqi had by now pretty much done the sa things; he had beco part of the magical order of Arica, so he wasn’t afraid of Arica’s magic.
His MCN spewed out short videos, the spiritual poison of pacifiers is also a kind of toxin— because humans are imperfect creatures, self-castration and escapism are normal states, in fact, they can be seen as a kind of psychological self-protection chanism.
His LCE cryptocurrency exchange and BEC coin primarily deceive investors and participants, pushing Chen Zihao to the front and stuffing Accountant Jia inside, one to take the hit for him, the other to help him grind.
“If you want to get things done, you have to take risks, Ah Zhao.
Anything with a bit of difficulty is hard to succeed without effort.
Once the inherent interest groups reach a certain scale, they are destined to evolve into conservative oppressors for the stability of their economic interests.
Especially now, during this ebb of the global economy, with no increase in sight, and the major distribution pattern unchanged, various monsters will naturally erge.
We don’t have any special abilities; without so tricks up our sleeve, it’s impossible to gain montum.”
“You see the problem clearly, but you are even more aware that the mont of eruption has not yet co, and ordinary ans won’t realize your ideas.
That’s why you do this.
Once you’ve done it, don’t hesitate, regret or get entangled; tornt cos from that.”
CEO Cheng is a representative of this mindset; he had been hesitant and conflicted before, but now he has co to terms with it.
Cheng Daqi’s partners, from Eris to Gru to Wolf, not one wasn’t born of trouble.
Eris was directly involved with gangsters, dealing in black and gray business; Gru, disguised as a police officer, was digging graves at Arica’s grassroots, sinning enough to be shot a hundred tis; Wolf Dracula was the heir to a blood-sucking capitalist conglorate, with Dracula’s evil being the greatest and most hidden.
Keeping company with these people, all of Cheng Daqi’s ventures were practically walking on the edge of a cliff— the kind that even a massive explosion couldn’t touch him.
He felt that he was like a fisherman, only with other people as the bait on his hook, after all, CEO Cheng’s public business was only MCN, with a slightly deeper layer pulling in a bunch of partners and lightning rods.
However, standing by the water fishing, there will always be so risks.
Yet, having made his choice, Cheng Daqi would not regret it.
“Daqi, sotis I think, just make so money, then wholeheartedly do charity work, even a little good would be enough.
The world is like a sick giant, full of abscesses everywhere, I can’t cure him, so I’ll just treat what I can.
But you’ve influenced .
You could have gone back to being a rich small-ti tycoon, but you still chose to fight them.
If I were to recoil now, it would be cowardice.
I don’t really want to be a coward.”
Seemingly reminded of sothing, Cheng Daqi replied teasingly.
“You see, you’ve learned to stop at nothing and also understood that studying dicine is useless.
When Brother Xun realized that studying dicine was useless, he was pretty much facing the sa kind of inner decision as you.”
The order and rules of Arica are there, either earn so money and then get out quickly, or get on the table and beco their food, or fight with all your might to sit at the table.
The road to the power center of this country is singular— Cheng Daqi had no other choice.
The reason he chose to do all this was to push the eternal, futureless, shackled dusk into darkness— dusk can mislead people into thinking there will be light; only darkness can inspire a longing for dawn.
When the trend is irresistible, the so-called possibility of successful resistance is just an illusory fantasy, acceleration is the only answer.
Sotis, the courage to let go of oneself can also be considered bravery, and in this, Cheng Daqi was the bravest of all.
Stop at nothing?
Studying dicine is useless?
Although CEO Cheng was teasing, Zhao Hongjin pondered for a long ti, then said dejectedly,
“We used to talk about substantive justice and procedural justice.
Later, I realized that justice is relative.
Every form of justice has its limitations.
After I shifted from a pure doctrinaire believer to soone actually practicing it, I only want one thing— to definitely succeed.”
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