A large portion of the technology within this building was obtained through various ans from Gaia Cells.
As a top-tier biotechnology company, it has been very successful in research on flora and fauna.
The farr exudes a wild nature.
He said to John:
"To get this technology, I’m still carrying the company’s bounty. If one day I’m short on money, you can try shooting in the head."
"F*ck, are you serious? Don’t make have such thoughts."
John felt this topic was quite hellish.
As for other companies:
For instance, Plato and Raqi Industry have also mastered similar technologies and have made breakthroughs in crops, seafood, etc.
They only think about how to use these things to make money or to supply the privileged class for their enjoynt.
The cost of fresh food is high.
The initial construction of this small plot of land required the resources of an Eisenberg supercar.
Yet its custor base is very small.
The farr waved his hand across the coffee table.
An advertisent was projected on the glass surface, ntioning a jar of pollution-free natural honey cultivated from an indoor garden.
[Auction price: 300,000€]
"Who can afford such a price?"
The farr smiled wryly for a mont, turned around, and waved his arm again. "Our clients live in the clouds."
All the window illusions on the wall disappeared.
After the curtain wall flipped, the night view of Eden City was revealed.
Skyscrapers stood silent in the wind.
Colorful neon mist breathed between the factory smoke clouds, forming its pulse alongside various flying machines and inter-city rails.
Angelica withdrew her knees.
She placed one leg on the ground and the other against the stool leg, smiling:
"Now do you know why it can’t be on the nu?"
"F*ck, the cost of filling the stomach has multiplied several tis; I’ve eaten quite a bit of money recently, huh."
John felt sowhat regretful.
If he hadn’t made a na for himself among the rcenaries, he probably wouldn’t have had much chance of eating a al of natural animal at before dying.
The farr shook his head upon hearing this.
He was attempting to expand production scale and reduce costs to allow more fresh food to circulate to the lower levels.
Distributing goods to shopkeepers like Angelica was an experint.
"This counts as smashing the company’s rice bowl, right?"
John could hear the peril in it.
Synthetic protein products and industrial at bags were rampant, having already occupied more than 90% of Eden City’s market.
If fresh food were to beco civilian, it would destroy the consumption habits laboriously cultivated by countless companies.
"Yeah, pretty f*cked up, I’ve pissed off quite a few people. If I really croak soday, why not find soone familiar to take my head to the company dogs for a bounty, maximize the benefits."
The farr laughed, hands on his hips, gazing at the night scene of Eden City as he rubbed the stubble-covered corner of his mouth.
The soil had been desecrated by human wars.
The world was falling apart.
The corporate giants were full of hostility—they all wanted to allocate resources to more "important" matters.
Even a heart could be replaced with an implant.
The sense of responsibility and conscience had not yet found substitutes.
The world seed to have reached a subtle consensus:
Junk food could et basic needs, and even with more complaints, the order would not collapse.
Ordinary citizens had enough food sources.
The upper class had their own channels of enjoynt.
"So people think that the desire for food and drink is insignificant, in this sh*t-like f*cked up city, it’s hard enough just surviving, so who would start a land revolution for a bite of green vegetables?"
The farr had tried before.
The war ended in failure decades ago.
His tone was light, but he sumd up the past.
The farr sat back down on the wooden chair:
"The farm’s expansion actions have made so scoundrels who turn a blind eye nervous. They want to apply for a search warrant and take down through corporate resources, but I haven’t gotten mixed up in Eden City for nothing, the parliant and dia have been kept steady..."
His eyes beca sharp like steel blades.
"Having no way to deal with it openly, they started playing small tricks."
The gang thugs, rcenaries, biker gangs, and other groups uninterested in farming received the ssage.
Recently, gunfights had been frequently erupting at the West District’s pickup points.
"I don’t care if the corpse count increases, worst case, chop them all up for fertilizer or pig feed..."
The farr noticed a slight change in John’s expression.
"Haha, I’m joking, kid. Anyway, I can still handle the current scene for now, the Black Gold Gang reached a consensus with , and so rcenaries with ample manpower have also been bought by , surrounded by patrol zones."
The farr had a hard-boiled Old Arica style.
He was ready for war and even looked forward to it, even if it ant getting shot for stealing a single tomato.
"I heard from Angelica that you have your principles; so Mr. John, would you like to take my job?"
"rcenaries’ rules, it’s all about the price."
"Very good, sincerity is the first step to cooperation, I can settle with you at market price; in the future when you encounter my clients being robbed by urchins in the city, as long as you help, I’ll pay per head, saying it’s who did it, regardless of who it offends."
"Don’t rush, you need to clarify the deal, how the settlent is made, specific prices and paynt plans."
John was very calm.
He had no intention of wasting bullets for ideals.
The farr also appreciated his style, so he brought out a contract for Raqi Industry’s corporate custors.
According to the security level, there were specific quotes for killing ordinary hostile targets in violent conflict.
The farr was willing to pay at the rate of top company rcenaries.
"John, money is ant to be spent, did you get mixed up until today just to slurp protein paste day for day?"
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