Chapter 63 - 71: Predators
How could things possibly be that simple?
No matter how the world changes, capital is never absent.
World War II may have been a battle of justice against evil, civilization against barbarism, freedom against enslavement—and justice did triumph over evil.
But as people cheered for victory, they never realized that, under the shadow of the goddess of justice, capital disguised itself as an angel, swinging its claws in the darkness, harvesting the world’s wealth.
"In 1944, just before the Normandy landings, over a thousand agents from major American corporations entered Britain through various channels. They were like a pack of hyenas, trying to plunder wealth from the shattered corpse of postwar Europe.
World War II was a feast of wealth—or rather, a feast for American corporations! No one has ever tallied how much wealth those companies amassed during the war, but after the war, they reached into all of Europe—not just after 1945, but during the war itself!"
There was a time when Pierre scoffed at such claims. But after coming to Britain, he had witnessed firsthand, more than once, how those impeccably dressed men wielded the club of capital to harvest wealth. The riches the British had spent centuries plundering from around the world were now being reaped by American capital during the war.
While Allied soldiers sacrificed and bled for the cause of justice, Wall Street’s capitalists were wantonly harvesting the wealth of other countries, standing atop the corpses of Europe’s old powers and tearing at their already filthy flesh.
Unlike Wall Street’s financial capital, Pierre had neither sharp claws nor deep pockets—and, most importantly, he lacked Wall Street connections.
This meant that, in this feast of capital, the best Zhenhua Company could hope for was to sip a little soup.
So who are the ones truly feasting?
He turned his gaze to the other passengers on the plane. Among them, there were surely real predators.