Chapter 1264: Arrangements and Candidates

Someone asked a capitalist how a person or a company could become richer quickly.

Is it through hard work?

Letting more workers work more hours, producing goods on the assembly line continuously for the factory, and then selling them out?

Or through painstaking research on new technology?

Using technical barriers to achieve a monopoly between commodity generations, relying on monopoly to make big money?

Ordinary small capitalists, including a part of medium-sized capitalists, they might express agreement with these answers, because this is what they are doing, or the process of accumulating more wealth quickly.

But for real big capitalists, this method is ridiculous.

No matter how well goods sell, how much money can be made?

Many people think that as long as they hire more people, produce more goods, and then sell all these goods, they can make more money.

If viewed purely from the change in numbers, it seems that this is indeed the case. Of course, the facts are indeed so.

Ten people, each earning one dollar for the company, ten people is ten dollars.

If ten more job positions are added, then twenty workers will earn twenty dollars for the company.

But from another perspective of observation, in fact, this algorithm is wrong, because the profit margin hasn't changed, the cost hasn't changed, and there might even be some improvement. In other words, if capitalists want to earn more, they have to invest more. This is not getting rich quickly; this is normal hard work, the thing that middle and lower-level capitalists like the most.

For those high-level capitalists, what they pursue is one part of investment, ninety-nine parts of return!

Plunder!

Capitalists in the Social Party camp might not move any crooked thoughts about the soon-to-be-established Empire Consortium, but those capitalists in the Liberal Party camp don't have so many concerns. They will definitely think of ways to make this growing consortium a delicious dish and then serve it on the dining table.

Returning to the manor in the evening, everyone sat at the dining table for dinner.

Recently, perhaps for a year or two, Lans has rarely had dinner with everyone in the manor.

It's not that he isn't willing, but that time and leisure don't allow it. He always has all kinds of things that need to be busy.

Pursuing power is a runway with no retreat. You can only run forward, and you must run faster and faster, otherwise, if you are caught up by the people behind you, you will become the nourishment that those people behind you need to consume in the process of running fast.

This is not a competition, but it is more cruel than a competition.

Occasionally being able to come back once, sitting together with everyone, Lans is already very happy.

Basically, those who could come came, but there were only five people.

As for the others?

They each have their own work and life and cannot stay here all the time.

Lans thought of himself many years ago in a trance, thought of the bakery that used to be. Perhaps for the people around him at that time, it was unimaginable that they would have such achievements today.

Mo Lisi's coughing sound brought Lans back from the trance-like memories. He turned his head to look at Mo Lisi, who was coughing violently, expressing his concern.

After coughing for a while, Mo Lisi took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth. In the coughing, some saliva flew out. Around his lips and mouth, he needed to wipe it.

He is now used to carrying multiple handkerchiefs with him. This thing is not worth money. For him, even if he throws it away every time he uses it, he doesn't care.

Of course, he indeed does this. A handkerchief is used at most two or three times, three or four times, and then it will be thrown away. It can't be said to be a very bad handkerchief. Each one costs ten cents, which is already not considered cheap.

After wiping the saliva around his mouth, he clenched the handkerchief in his hand and threw it into the trash can at his feet. "I'm fine... just... you know, old illness."

The scars in his body have been proliferating. This is indeed a very troublesome thing, and these proliferating scars bring more risks.

Mo Lisi is stitched up quite severely in his body. Doctors believe there is a risk of deterioration.

And now these hardened fibrous scars are still growing constantly. Some pulling produced in this growth process, as well as some special "itching," will make Mo Lisi constantly cough violently.

He has been coughing more frequently in the past two years than before.

Lans is very concerned about his health. "What did the doctor say?"

At the dining table, there were also Mero and Deruixi, as well as two girls, Kolinda and Milian. They also looked at Mo Lisi.

Mo Lisi pursed his lips and shrugged. He looked at Lans very frankly. "The doctor suggests that I'd better prepare for surgery within these two years, replace me with a lung. If I'm lucky, I won't cough anymore."

They had talked about this matter before, and Lans specifically found some people who could provide organs for Mo Lisi. Of course, whether it was voluntary or not didn't matter. What mattered was that they could provide!

Medical matching had already been completed long ago. They found at least two most suitable organ sources with the least rejection reaction very early, waiting to transplant for Mo Lisi at any time.

He hasn't had surgery yet, mainly because he is a bit afraid of these things. Organ transplantation still belongs to emerging technology. No matter what big hospital it is, it is very difficult to achieve one hundred percent success.

Now the general success rate is only seventy or eighty percent, and there is a twenty or thirty percent probability of dying directly.

People are creatures with a strong desire to survive. Even if his current quality of life is very bad, he is not willing to take this risk when it is not necessary.

Lans looked at him. "You have to make a plan. You can't wait until the last moment for everything."

"A giant ship always adjusts its direction before docking. If you have to wait until its bow and the shore are together, it's too late."

Everyone worked at the pier before, so they naturally understood the meaning Lans wanted to express.

Changing direction also takes time.

Mo Lisi nodded. "I will make a plan, wait for my child to be born."

Mo Lisi's wife has already given birth to a girl for him and is about to give birth to a second one.

Mero, sitting on the side, smiled and said, "He needs a boy to inherit everything he has!"

Mo Lisi also laughed. The laughter affected his lungs, and he couldn't help but cough again. "Yes, yes, you are very right. In case I can't get off the operating table, I hope someone can inherit my surname and everything."

"That woman is not a reliable person, nor is she smart enough. If my inheritance falls into her hands, she will only make everything a mess."

"Being cheated by others, and then finally having nothing." ===== CHAPTER 1265 =====