[The Supernatural Office will always protect the citizens. If you see any supernatural phenomenon around you, please call the Supernatural Office's emergency number from a safe area …]
A large screen beside the street was playing the advertisement of the Supernatural Office. It was a free advertisement for the government project.
As for the spokesperson, it was Shiroda Yuki.
A small scooter sped along the Capital Expressway. Thanks to Japan's art of compromise, there was a section of the Capital Expressway that started from the Chensi service area. At the same time, it was also a key 'drag racing zone'.
It was called Bayshore. Starting from the Chensi service area, the driver would run in a circle before returning to Chensi.
Every night, the Chensi service area was like a modified car exhibition. Modified cars were also running on the highway. Considering the Island nation's high price and speed limit, this was definitely illegal drag racing.
A group of madmen could race at more than 200 kilometers per hour or even more than 300 kilometers per hour.
The maximum speed limit on Bayshore was 60 to 80 kilometers per hour …
However, the Island nation's government was very accommodating. They usually turned a blind eye to the drag racing on Bayshore unless you caused a serious accident or occasionally caught a wave of sports. Normally, you could race however you wanted.
"When I have money … I have money now. I must get this Shiroda Yuki to be the spokesperson for the company!" Tomomi Frost stepped on the gas pedal to the end.
Tomomi Frost looked like a drunkard. She did not drink, but her eyes were mesmerized by the bills.
The wine didn't intoxicate her, but she was drunk.
"Wait, isn't she in the department my sister works in? If I use my authority, I might even be able to film for free."
Tomomi Frost's thoughts only flashed briefly in her mind. The Supernatural Office did not allow Shiroda Yuki to do any commercial activities other than advertising.
In just a few days, the land price of Yoshiki increased by more than ten times!
The real estate market in Shibuya and all of Tokyo was affected. The closer it was to Yoshiki, the more shocking the increase.
The money that she, Tomi Shun Island, had invested would be earned back several times over!
How could she not race in the capital under such circumstances? Tonight was Chensi, and tomorrow night was going to Dahei!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Just as Tomomi Shujima was intoxicated by money, a modified car sped past them from both sides.
The strong wind caused her small car to sway from side to side.
The most infuriating thing was that when a white car with a Zunma license plate passed by, a middle finger was stuck out of the window.
It was as if he was mocking a broken car for daring to come to Gulf Coast and embarrass himself, telling him to go home and drink milk.
"Du!"
Tomomi Frost smashed the horn with her fist. Unfortunately, anger could not upgrade the engine. No matter how angry she was, the scooter's top speed was limited.
"Just you wait!" Frost Island Tomomi yelled.
Domestic cars were like this. For the sake of low fuel consumption, they had entered a vicious circle. They still had to buy a car with independent will!
"Kids, wait for me to buy a car. Then you'll know what pain is!"
She would buy the car the next day. She still had some money left from last time. It was not enough to buy a house at that time, but now it was not a problem to buy a good car with a little extra money!
The cars shuttling through the streets of the capital formed a dazzling red light. Standing on the tall buildings, these lights were the clearest. The red was like blood, and when it flowed, it looked like a falling mountain of gold.
In this city, there was no need to be afraid of having desires. There was always a way to fulfill them and release them.
Money. The fuel of desire was naturally money. With money, you were God in this city.
An old man in a wheelchair looked down at Tokyo. His eyes only glanced at the prosperous area before looking at Yoyogi.
He had seen enough of those brightly lit nests.
Yoyogi was also brightly lit. It was the light of the construction site.
Even from such a great distance, one could almost hear the sounds of work at the construction site.
The workers worked day and night for the reconstruction of Yoyogi. They worked multiple shifts, striving to rebuild Yoyogi as fast as possible.
The source of workers at the Island nation's construction site was similar to that of Hua nation. There were engineering teams and short-term workers from various channels.
There were not many young people who came for short-term work, so they were all recruited from the homeless.
The trash of the old slums also found a chance to make a living for a short time. Although these guys would eventually spend the money they earned on slot machines.
However, even if they saved money in their hands, they could not make a fortune. It was better to disperse and contribute to modern society.
In this era of overproduction, the poor no longer needed to be driven into factories to be producers. We had produced too many goods, enough to cause economic crisis.
The most meaningful thing in today's era was the consumer. It did not matter how much you produced for society, but how much production surplus you could consume for society. The more you bought, the more you could find your own value in consumer ethics.
Without the ability to consume, you were no longer a healthy 'person' in the sense of society.
The poor whose income level was only enough to maintain the most basic survival needs could not buy or choose.
They had failed to live up to the twenty-five-hour high-intensity business, shopping malls, and charming smiles of shopping guides everywhere in Tokyo.
The poor, the people who did not have the ability to consume, in this consumerist society of overproduction, had become a completely useless group.
They no longer had any value to be exploited.
"Boss, this is the list of people who agreed to transfer real estate in the Yoyogi area." The secretary respectfully walked into the office and bowed.
The old man nodded and waved his hand. Such a small matter could be handled by his subordinates.
These rentiers deliberately released unfavorable news before the battle of transcendents. Although most of the individual owners would sell their real estate, there were still a small number of stubborn people who chose not to give up.
There was also a small number of idiots who thought they were smart, thinking that they had a long-term vision and seized the opportunity, so they bought real estate piecemeal.
After hearing the news about the Sacred Tree, they must have been secretly happy, or had a drink, thinking that they were smart at that time.
But this was a feast for rentiers like them. They were crazily hoarding capital for generations. They wished they could even dig out the bone marrow and eat it. They wanted to wring every piece of land that was 4.6 billion years old into gold. How could they leave any soup for others?
They had to get their hands on any piece of land, because these assets would multiply!
"You didn't use any dirty tricks, did you?" When the old man said this, there seemed to be a faint conscience of capital.
"We didn't kill anyone.
We just gave advice to some of the less smart people. Tomorrow, we'll give advice to the Shibuya and Shinjuku areas. "
"Yes."
The old man took a breath of fresh oxygen from the ventilator, his eyes filled with condescending pity. "We can't let them suffer losses. Buy them at the pre-war price."
"Yes."
The secretary paused and said, "But when we were buying these real estate, we ran into someone who was not easy to deal with."
"Miyomi Shujima bought fifteen real estate before the war."
"Her sister is Miyomi Shujima, an official of the Supernatural Office. Although she is not a transcendent, she is very popular with the Sidao."
The old man did not even blink. "Buy them at ten times the original price. If we can't reach an agreement, we'll shelve it."
"Yes."