Players Invade Cyberpunk

Huang Ban did indeed want to use tactics to restrict Lin Miao's development, but it's not the government, it doesn't have that kind of social control.

Huang Ban can call upon its subsidiaries and small businesses to stop supplying materials to Lin Miao, but capital will only flow towards where it can grow, if you don't supply, there will be others who do.

This society is rather interesting.

Labor costs are endlessly compressed, yet the industrial raw materials sector is mostly low-level manufacturing, with low profit and low technology, thus it's more driven to extreme competition. Only by compressing labor costs can one make money, but the cyber world has compressed labor costs to the point where there's no room left.

So as long as someone is willing to pay, a slew of companies will engage in frenzied price competition within the industry, even willing to take a loan and incur losses to supply.

Because only by outcompeting others can a few monopolistic corporate groups collaborate to raise prices and reap excess profits, while competition in low-end manufacturing is particularly brutal and fierce.

This is also why many factories in Santo Domingo open and close continuously, and on the market, whether it's Huang Ban, Militech, Kangtao, Zeta, any of these big enterprises that claim to be in high-tech sectors, even in the production industry, you will not see assembly line giants like Foxconn anymore, because there's nothing to earn in this business.

And what's even more ridiculous is that these high-tech enterprises are even harsher and bloodier in squeezing the supply chain.

Compared to the war prisoners who were dawdling over ten days ago, now their work enthusiasm is significantly higher.

The transformation plan of the Red Killer is being steadily advanced. These days he has been continuously interacting with different war prisoners, categorizing them in his mind into easy-to-transform, hard-to-transform, and impossible-to-transform types. The last category is almost extinct in recent days, and he attempts to attack their psychological defenses individually, akin to coaxing a startled hen cornered in a coop.

The reduction to 357 people has thoroughly made the war prisoners understand who the boss is in this place now. Their opinion leaders and cadres are basically wiped out, and no one dares to cause trouble or plot an escape. They work obediently.

During lunchtime passing by the rest area, Mengste finds Clint lying there again with his braindance headset on, can't help but ridicule.

"Clint, what's so great about that trash braindance? Lying in a cornfield sunbathing, are you planning to fantasize yourself as a Mexican taco? You're even duller than the oldest woman in the Kabuki quarter~"

The other war prisoners in the rest area burst out laughing upon hearing this.

There are books and braindance here, but these are boring one after another to the war prisoners, all serious books, nothing Sisi or interesting, no fighting allowed, nor gambling, as for venting by blowing a friend's ASS, don't even think about it.

However, due to certain trending reasons, everyone is much more honest, even daring not to slack off at work, fearing to meet the fates of those people, at least here they have meals and drinks covered, dying wouldn't be worth it.

"...." Though Clint doesn't take off the braindance headset, he can hear people talking around, but he doesn't have the heart to retort.

The fragmented sunlight passes through the green corn leaves, sprinkling on his face. Wrapped in the bit of scorching heat, Clint smells the peculiar scent of corn, earth, and grass, accompanied by the hum of insects in his ears, never has he had such a peaceful moment.

No heavily polluted air, no vast Evil Land, the azure sky floats with white clouds, can even see birds flying by...

The entire braindance, after multiple experiences and edits by the Red Killer, is handed to Clint, basically indistinguishable from reality.

Did my grandfather live in such an era?

What a beautiful world that must have been....

Thinking of taking off the headset and returning to that brutal reality, an overwhelming agony rushes into his heart, almost making him collapse.

If possible, he fervently wishes he doesn't live in this desperate and painful swamp.

The scariest thing in this world isn't living in a rotten world, but living here, and having seen clean paradise.

I could have endured the darkness

If I hadn't seen the light.

This is the terrifying aspect of braindance, even more mesmerizing than drugs.

But pain also serves as a source of strength. Watching Clint remain unaffected by the ridicule of his companions from afar, the Red Killer knows this trick worked.

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Big Sur is not a fixed place name, but a 144-kilometer-long section in the middle of the old U.S. Highway 1. Along the way, there are four state parks, a nature reserve, and its southernmost part is over two hundred kilometers away from Night City.

It connects Monterey Bay to Saint Simon Town, one side is a cliff, while the other is the waves of the Pacific Ocean, but Saint Simon Town has long been submerged in the river of history.

Compared to the fast construction progress of Stone Ridge Mountain town, the Big Sur side is considerably slower.

Firstly, many places on Highway 1 in the United States are damaged, and no one maintains them, so materials can only be transported via intercontinental railway. Secondly, the place chosen for building the water plant doesn't have a direct road, just constructing the road took considerable effort. Only players, this group of cattle and horses could manage, switching a construction team wouldn't really get it done in a short time.

After busily working for more than half a month, they just now finished the dormitory and foundation, still at least a month away from trial operation.

Moreover, before this, players have another thing to do.