Chapter 1634

So-called exploitation is actually a phenomenon that occurs after wealth circulates upward without end in the absence of an appropriate social contract.

The most serious consequence of the Cat Getan gang rules being broken is the continuous upward gathering of interests without restraint, until it gathers in the hands of a very small number of people at the top of the pyramid.

This process can even be said to be natural, rather than saying that someone must force how many people to die. It is a social natural phenomenon that inevitably occurs under such circumstances.

Although vested interests should be condemned, killing this batch of vested interests will lead to the next batch, so directly mowing the grass of Cat Getan's upper levels is fundamentally useless. It is necessary to re-establish appropriate and stable social rules.

To achieve this, one cannot just act at the bottom level, or rather, all actions at the bottom level must be to pull the vested interests at the upper level off their horses, and the simplest method is to reach out and touch their money bags.

The range of the three avenues occupied by the Naiwei family is an extremely important economic center in Midtown. The vast majority of shops here are related to Cat Getan's people's livelihood and can very stably provide a continuous economic source for the upper levels.

Once the Robins occupy this area, rush in with guns, and collect protection money from house to house, if they don't give it, then everyone won't live, and no one wants to open for business. Can the upper-level people who point to this place to supply them with blood not be anxious?

The biggest advantage of industries related to people's livelihood is that they can provide a continuous stream of liquid funds, and the importance of liquid funds to group industries is self-evident. Once the liquid funds are cut off, it is equivalent to the main artery of blood transfusion being cut off. This is not as simple as taking a little less money. Only a moment of insufficient blood supply can cause a business empire to collapse.

After the upper-level people and vested interests in Cat Getan discovered that their blood vessels were in danger of being cut off, they actively took measures, including but not limited to putting pressure on the police, letting the police send police cars to guard the shops; actively contacting families with security industries, exchanging interests with them, and hiring security guards to clear the streets; letting all the media they control speak out together, putting pressure on the public opinion field; hiring assassins to scout the headquarters where the Naiwei family is located and attempting assassination, and other means.

So what effect did these means have? The answer is no effect.

If these means were used to deal with their business rivals, they would still be useful. At most, they would kill the helmsman of the opposite business, take over the interests when they are in chaos, or simply let a group's reputation fall to the bottom, and the capital chain would break and collapse on its own.

But traditional gangs started with extreme violence. The heavy weapons the Robins got surrounded the family base. How could those assassins who usually only used small pistols for assassinations at banquets have the ability to attack positions? The vast majority of them turned and left when they saw this formation.

Public opinion attacks are even more useless. I'm already called a gang, can't I still do bad things? The best way to deal with moral kidnapping is nothing more than the sentence "I am a barbarian."

Can't kill them, can't scold them, so what else can this group of families do? Take up arms and fight with real knives and guns.

Fortunately, Cat Getan now is not too far from the gang era, and the inheritance of gangs hasn't been completely broken. Every household has some leftover materials from the previous dynasty in their warehouses, which can be dug out and used to make do. Let's find a way to grab back our own family industries first.

As a result, the street blocks within the radiation range of the Naiwei family seemed to have regressed twenty years overnight. Today you hold a gun and rob my family's nightclub, tomorrow I will carry a cannon and blow up your family's bar. Today you come to my street block's fresh market to collect protection money, tomorrow I will go to your family's jewelry store and take the money back.

Such frequent shootouts will create a problem. The old masters at the upper level can't possibly go to the battlefield with guns and cannons themselves. They must hire people. But gang shootouts are actually equivalent to continuous small-scale street fighting. Without professional background or practical experience, it is difficult to command this kind of small-scale war.

First, you must know the strategic position of each street, reasonably allocate resources to build fortifications, timely store troops and grain, arrange guards and attackers, with appropriate pace and moderate rhythm, so that it is possible to expand outward and gain advantages while guarding the industry.

The vast majority of humans in civilized society who haven't received training don't possess this skill. This group of upper-level people who have been pampered for a long time has even less of a chance. Not to mention commanding the battle, they don't even know how many people they hired and how they are fighting in each place.

Such a chaotic situation gave the Robins an opportunity. At first, mercenaries rushed into the streets to occupy shops, and then attacked the family base. But as they fought, it turned into people hired by one group rushing into shops occupied by another group and starting to smash, grab, and loot crazily.

I don't know if the command personnel's level is not good, the people hired don't have professional quality, or if there is indeed a conflict between the two families, but anyway, it's definitely not the Robins deliberately guiding it. The subsequent shootouts were completely mutual chaotic grabbing. Whoever takes down the shop is theirs.

But this led to another problem, which is that vested interests are actually more profit-seeking than anyone else. You worked hard to operate a gold-location shop with an annual income of millions of dollars, and I only need to take a gun worth a few hundred dollars and two magazines of bullets to grab it. Then what reason do I have not to grab it? Anyway, everyone is grabbing now.

Capitalists are like vicious dogs locked in a cage, and the thickest bar on the cage that locks them is called "the coat of civilization." Once this layer of coat is taken off, they will use their sharp teeth to pierce the necks of everyone who hinders them from obtaining interests without hesitation.

When the profit reaches one thousand percent, capitalists will inevitably take risks. And if the profit is one thousand percent, and there is almost no cost, they will go crazy for it.

As a result, Cat Getan's Midtown began an unprecedented chaos. Since the shops in the Naiwei family's base can be grabbed, why can't the shops one street away be grabbed?

Grabbing the Naiwei family's shops might still be greeted by heavy machine guns and rocket launchers. Grabbing the shop next door, even if the shop assistant has a gun, the resistance encountered can't be more intense than the Naiwei family's base. Isn't it safer and easier?

This group of vicious dogs who tasted the sweetness used the small slit that the Robins tore open in their coat of civilization, and chose a more direct means of grabbing interests—just grab it and be done with it.

Grabbing territory is actually a behavior with a very strong positive feedback. After taking down a piece of territory, one will immediately feel that one's territory is a part larger, instead of investing a sum of money and waiting for production and sales to recover funds.

This strong positive feedback and dopamine stimulation are more addictive than any drug. This is why many generals in modern war history are criticized by people for being war maniacs. Winning battles is truly addictive.

The speed of the situation's development far exceeded the imagination of Batman in front of the screen. He had only stayed in the Batcave for two days, and the entire Cat Getan Midtown had become a mess. The problem was that the main participants in this war were still enjoying it.

This night, Batman, who finally couldn't take it anymore, came to the roof of the tallest building in Midtown.

Originally, he intended to take action directly to completely end this chaos, but now, Batman in the night is thinking about a problem—

Where the hell did all these heavy weapons that sound like firecrackers underneath come from?

Suddenly, Batman remembered a figure he hadn't seen on the surveillance screen for a long time. After thinking for a moment, he jumped off the roof.

On the second floor of a mansion on Swan Avenue, not far from Nottingham Avenue, two figures, one big and one small, were standing in front of a table.

Harley Quinn crossed her arms, stretched out a hand, and slapped the table hard, saying to the person opposite her: "I advise you not to be ungrateful. This is our last batch of machine guns. If you don't want them, I'll send them to your rival Kenxin immediately. By then, the two streets you just took down will have changed hands, so don't hide in the quilt and cry!"

"Don't think about fooling us." Harley sat on the edge of the table, chewing bubble gum while saying: "We only accept cash payments, money and goods exchanged on the spot. The guy who tried to rob us the day before yesterday, his ashes should have already drifted into the ocean."

More than ten minutes later, a group of people with bodyguards walked out of the room with dark faces. The two figures, one big and one small, high-fived and cheered. Harley crossed her arms, proudly raised her face, and said.

"I told you earlier, I'm familiar with this job! In our universe, this is how I made deals with demons. Even demons can't escape. What kind of waves can they make?!!"

Harley Quinn immediately revealed a brilliant smile. She rushed forward, held Harley's cheeks with both hands, and then kissed her face hard twice, using a voice much sweeter and more cloying than Harley's.

"Oh my God, my little baby, my cute little daughter, if you were really my daughter, how good that would be. Come here and let me kiss you again!"

Harley hurriedly pushed her away in a flurry, not letting her dark lipstick rub onto her face.

Just as they were playing and making trouble, Harley Quinn's peripheral vision suddenly caught a black figure appearing between the faintly fluttering light and shadow of the curtains.

"Batman?! What do you want to do? Are you here to snatch the dear daughter I just recognized?"

"She is not your daughter." Batman walked out from behind the curtains, his gaze falling on the box of banknotes in front of Harley Quinn.

"Then you want to snatch my money?! I warn you, Batman, this is all earned by myself. If you dare to snatch it, I will print your big headshot on the newspaper and say you robbed legal income!"

Harley suddenly pulled Harley Quinn's arm, lowered her voice, and leaned into her ear, saying: "Wait a minute, this doesn't seem legal……"

"What bullshit are you talking about?! My dear daughter! This is legal in Cat Getan. In Cat Getan, what business is more legal than selling arms?"

Ignoring the chattering Harley Quinn, Batman's deep and serious gaze fell on Harley. Harley pursed her lips, shrugged, and then said: "You control freak, if you really want to know, yes, we are selling arms."

Batman signaled with his eyes at the gun behind her. Harley turned her head and looked, saying: "Are you trying to ask where we got the goods? At first, Jason contacted a seller, but I felt this business had potential, so I 'slightly' expanded the channels."

Batman narrowed his eyes and repeated: "Slightly?"

"Fine, can't hide it from you." Harley jumped down from the table and reached out to pat her chest, saying.

"This one, the exclusive sales agent for Motor Sich on the US East Coast."

Then she reached out and patted Harley Quinn, saying: "This one, the Atlantic general distributor for the Kharkiv Morozov Machine Building Design Bureau."

Harley patted herself, then patted Harley Quinn, saying: "The two of us combined are the record holders for the highest sales of medium and heavy weapons from Ukraine in the Americas so far, and it only took less than half a month to set the record, oh!"

Harley Quinn nodded forcefully. Looking at the identical proud expressions on the faces of the two Harleys, one big and one small, Batman's head was buzzing.