Chapter 1378 - 448: Trip to Detroit

Chapter 1378: Chapter 448: Trip to Detroit

Pan’an probably figured out what Lin Miao wanted to do, but couldn’t help asking

"Directly bypassing those companies to talk to civilians, won’t they give you trouble?"

Lin Miao countered

"If you go to a casino and see an empty seat at a poker game, would you sit down?"

"Definitely not, it’s obviously a setup to scam my money."

"Exactly."

Lin Miao adjusted his clothes

"If you really went to meet these enterprises first, it would be a feast with hidden dangers. The city is their hunting ground, the game rules are set by them, and they can show you whatever they want you to see, and hide whatever they don’t want you to see."

"Moreover, they will distort your words, every sentence you hear might be designed to induce you to say something you shouldn’t. Once you are disgraced by that punch, no one will believe you anymore. The best approach is for you to fight your battle, I’ll fight mine."

"Then why won’t you just pave the way with money like you did in Night City, those congressmen, NCPD, didn’t they eat a lot from you?"

"Trading money for power is the lowest form of transaction, only when everyone is in the same circle does it work. When the other party thinks we’re in the same class, doing things that align with the class interests, will they take your money, otherwise it’s pointless."

"But obviously, now what Miles and I want to do is take meat from their bones. Under these circumstances, local companies are unlikely to compromise unless what they gain from the policy far exceeds what they lose, but doing that loses the point, doesn’t it?"

"Remember this, Pan’an, political struggle requires you to gain the initiative, to inadvertently offer bait, then naturally there will be fish sneaking out of the school of fish to align with you. This seemingly unbreakable dam will show its first crack, but the bait is for them to see, not to eat himself, so you must never let go."

"You want to cooperate with them?"

Pan’an was incredulous

"I thought you wanted to kill them all, like the gangs in Night City, when the blade falls, ch-ch-ch, that’s what’s satisfying."

"Killing can’t solve the problem, it will only push everyone onto the opposing side, making everyone think I’m a madman."

"So you’re not?"

Suddenly, Pan’an found Lin Miao to be more of a madman now.

"..."

Lin Miao said earnestly

"I also want to wipe them out, but without the force to rebuild order, destroying the existing order is not a good choice."

The most important thing is, the current United States is not the America during World War II, if you push these people into a corner, they can really pack up and leave for Europe.

With that said, Lin Miao sat down on that chair.

Only then did Pan’an notice the silver cross necklace hanging around his neck, his face immediately showing a look of disdain.

Damn, Pan’an knew these people, not to mention Jesus, even Yahweh coming down would first take two slaps, how could they possibly believe in Christianity, it’s purely a prop prepared by actors.

Politicians are truly sickening!

Huh~~ spit!

Disgusting!

While the two chatted idly, Brother Dao standing behind the big light said to them

"Boss! Pan’an, the show is about to start."

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Detroit’s weather is eternally gloomy and cold.

Without large east-west mountains, northern cold air can sweep all the way from Alaska through Canada, then across the entire United States.

For a city like Detroit, located in the Great Lakes Region, right next to Canada, even when May is approaching, it’s still quite chilly.

This is good news for Walt, at least he doesn’t have to worry about freezing to death on the streets in January when the snow blankets the ground.

Walt never thought he would fall to this level.

Even half a year ago, he was living in a villa in the wealthy district, mingling at parties as a mid manager of the General Motors Company, with orders worth hundreds of thousands passing through his hands every day.

In the blink of an eye, his assets were wiped out, cast out by the circle.

The numbers on his bank account plunged like a floodgate release, and various unnoticed loans surfaced one after another.

Car loans, mortgages, property taxes, medical loans, student loans, loans for luxury goods, implant maintenance, property fees...

Even if it was just up to this point, he wouldn’t have been so quickly separated from his family.

Social gatherings in the community were mandatory, and attending required gift-giving. Since gifts were opened on the spot with your name, giving something cheap would lead to ridicule, they had to be expensive watches or musical instruments costing thousands of euros.

Ladies’ refined afternoon tea parties, luxury mall shopping sprees, children’s elite schools, chauffeured transport, one expense following another, spending money like flowing water...

As long as you’re within the circle, you must keep up appearances of the same class, or you’ll be ostracized by everyone.

The most important thing is that Walt could not accept the fact of his class decline.

But the more he tried to maintain life, the faster he fell.

His new job couldn’t sustain the spending, so credit card after credit card, interest on interest, quickly accumulated to the limits.

The house and car were repossessed by the bank, implants were constantly downgraded, his wife fled with his daughter, former colleagues were all out of reach, in one day he fell from the clouds into hell.

Past glories left only this one suit on him that could still pass for decent, apart from this, he was no different from the hobos he once looked down upon.