Chapter 560: CLXXXIX. Scientific Ninja Tools
Half a month has passed.
August 15th.
Only one week left until the Continent Martial Arts Competition finals on September 1st.
The thousand strong contestants selected through the elimination rounds are more than just tools for the Military Government to add fresh blood for the Alan Royal Court; they are also world-class events akin to the New Year, crucial for raking in money.
Most importantly, the Continent Martial Arts Competition has a gambling nature. The Emperor certifies it, ensuring there are no insider tricks. Take a chance, and a bike transforms into a motorbike, a tank becomes a supermodel.
It’s like the World Cup, who the hell would watch the games if there were no betting involved?
It’s already a world-class festivity, full of life-or-death competitions and opportunities to win money—it would be bizarre if September didn’t heat up.
To attract more bettors, everyone knows production labor and asset appreciation don’t bring in much—real earnings come from the halo effect and ideology manipulation.
Disgracing oneself before the Emperor is one thing, but it’s mostly about packaging contestants, hyping them up, making people buy into it—today hype this one, tomorrow the other; it’s about hedging risks.
This way, you win big. Betting becomes a money machine, draining more than just hydrogen oxide. I bet thirty million, if the country wins, great! That’s gutsy.
Hmm~ hmm-hmm-hmm~