Compared with the endless experiences of human beings, the strange society with only 20 years of foundation is full of loopholes.
When there is no general advantage, their failure is determined from the beginning.
This is what is called a victorious soldier who wins first and then goes to war.
Only after humans were sure of their victory did they begin to encircle and suppress the aberrations.
In that strange city, faced with the strange monsters taking advantage of the situation, the factory owners quickly formed a common understanding.
Take refuge in humans.
Because they had no choice, the first factory owner to report was directly eaten by the furbolg.
This proves that those former city managers have ignored their interests.
The factory owner didn't even understand why he died.
Before being eaten, it screamed: "I paid for the city, I planted food for the kings, why are you abandoning us now?"
"Since you paid it before, why don't you want to give up all your property now? Humanity is about to attack, and we must arm our own soldiers. Those of you who are enjoying safety in the back, it's time to serve with all your strength!"
The factory owner was completely shocked when he heard such remarks.
Can this kind of gangster logic be explained?
It would be better to say that you are stronger than us, so you should take away our things. This will make it easier for it to understand, and at least it will not die so aggrievedly.
It doesn't understand that in the face of human attacks and pressure, these high-level managers have long been prepared to harvest everything and leave nothing to humans.
First fight until the sky is dark, then run away if you can't beat them, and then surrender if you can't escape.
Anyway, there is no reason to go to the reserve to stay without someone's scare words. The Indians have never been so timid...
A group of factory owners met in a sewer.
"I understand now that the rules of humans are better. At least they know how to protect private property. But these high-level aliens, the kings we call them, their minds are still stuck in the feudal era of mankind, thinking that everything is
It's theirs."
"Yes, it is impossible to expect these high-level aliens to actively abide by human rules. Since we have no power to protect our wealth, it means that we can be harvested at any time."
"It's better to cooperate with humans. Anyway, we haven't killed anyone, we just opened factories to sell products."
"Yes, humans need our products, and they also follow rules. After all, their rules are unified and will not differ because of our different identities."
"Humans often say that we need to understand our position. We need to understand which position we are in. Humans have given us a way out and have not forced us to die. And these high-level aberrations want to use us as cannon fodder and die first.
It’s all us.”
"Yes, we are useful to humans. Many products of humans cannot be produced by themselves, or the cost is too high, and they are not us. They don't know how to drive away aberrations, or they dare not use aberrations. We don't care, just give them food.
It’s enough for them to have a place to sleep.”
After discussion, these factory owners decided to surrender.
It is only natural for them to make such a choice, because this has been the case in human history. Businessmen and factory owners in weak countries often choose to succumb when faced with strong external forces.
Because they can also find ways to survive by colluding with external forces.
When they make a decision, how to collude with humans becomes a problem.
But aberrations are aberrations after all, and they have not yet contracted the human habit of saving face and solving problems whenever they arise.
"Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. We will spend money to find someone to go out."
In this case, there were indeed aberrations who accepted the bounty, freeing their way.
The local administration has long been paying attention to these alien classes who are most likely to surrender, because their production methods are the closest and similar to humans.
This is what is called economics determines everything.
The first batch of factory owners secretly escaped from the strange city, taking their core technical and management employees with them.
For them, ordinary workers are of no use. As long as they have technicians and managers, if they are needed in the future, they can just go to the fields to recruit them.
Human beings cannot manage monsters, but they have this convenience. Just like the modern contracted workers, the ones who often exploit their own people the most are the local folks.
Work yourself to death.
Accompanying them were a group of cavalry and corresponding vehicles.
"Finally escaped." The factory owners said happily.
"Okay, hurry up and get in the truck, we have to pick up the next group of people." The truck driver said impatiently.
He didn't like the arrogant monsters, especially when they were talking in human language, like a giant monster scene.
In his opinion, it is best to kill them cleanly.
But the propaganda says that when the environment changes, animals will inevitably develop wisdom, and even plants have wisdom.
This is a reality that cannot be eradicated, so we must face it correctly instead of covering up the situation and killing it.
Killing seems simple, but it cannot solve the current problem.
Unless all other animals on the earth are wiped out, in that case, humans will not be much better. First of all, the ecosystem will be completely destroyed.
When these factory owners saw what the other party was doing, they were not angry but happy.
"It seems that humans are bound to win." They whispered after getting in the car.
"Yeah, look at their attitude, they don't care about our surrender at all."
"We are not too many if we are too many, and not many of us are too few. Fortunately, we get on the bus in advance, otherwise, we will not be able to buy tickets in the end."
"Those damn high-level aberrations, wait and see how long they can last? They don't respect us at all. Don't they know that we represent wealth and real power?"
"Hmph, they only believe in fists. They are not as experienced as humans and understand that material wealth is the basis of everything."
These strange factory owners were talking from the back of the truck.
The truck driver who transported them was chatting in front.
"Why do we need these stinking weirdos? We don't have enough job opportunities for our own people." The driver smoked a cigarette and complained to the escort next to him.
"Haha, do you know how much a cigarette you smoke costs?" The escort with the gun smiled.
"A dime." The driver said a little puzzled.
"It's only 2 cents per box. You know, it's cheaper than before the doomsday." The escort shook his head.
"This is also because money is valuable now..." The driver still knows some economics. After all, most people who are alive today have attended junior high school.
"Haha, that's because the raw materials for the cigarettes you smoke are provided by these factory owners. Our factories are responsible for assembly line manufacturing. Their production costs are very low. The strange thing about growing tobacco leaves is that there is basically no salary, just food. This
Our industry is completely different from before. The cost of agricultural cultivation remains high. Even large farms like the United States need subsidies to ensure competitiveness." The escort shook his head.
"I see, no wonder I said food is so much cheaper." The driver suddenly realized and his view of those strange things changed.
Hatred is often ranked very low in front of economic interests.
"Food is cheap, so that's about it. But that's because plants are strangely added to the production chain. They can reduce the use of pesticides and water sources, actively transform themselves, and reduce their requirements for water and fertilizer." The escort continued.
"Then I understand. It seems that we will really have to live with them for a long time in the future."
"Yes, but we must still give priority to our interests. They are destined to be our downstream."