Every evening, Jiang Ye would check his daily income, a habit as fixed as the stars.
Since the macroeconomists began their work, his income had skyrocketed in just one week!
Monday, daily income: 380 million.
Wednesday, daily income: 520 million!
Friday, daily income: 630 million!
Weekend, daily income: 750 million!
Jiang Ye himself was quite shocked. He meticulously examined his income sources and found that the growth wasn't from a single point, but from multiple areas.
Firstly, the surge in corporate entries. Perhaps it was the bonus from purchasing new satellites, but the influx of corporate resumes for investment attraction had exploded. Previously, he'd receive at most seven or eight corporate resumes a day; now, he was getting twenty!
Especially a large wave of App companies setting up shop, all with considerable turnover. Jiang Ye opened the app store on his phone; the number of downloadable Apps had grown to twenty, including chat software, work software, weight loss tutorials, literary appreciation, pet guides, and more. There was even a sci-fi themed mobile game.
Out of curiosity, Jiang Ye downloaded the mobile game to try. The gameplay was quite ancient: use your finger to tap and drag your spaceship on the screen. When the spaceship encountered meteorites in space, it would automatically fire, breaking them to absorb energy and become a larger spaceship. If two players' spaceships met, they would engage in fierce combat, and generally, the bigger one won. It was the kind of game even a gorilla in a zoo could play.
Perhaps it had been too long since he last played a game, but Jiang Ye found himself addicted to such a simplistic game, playing for over an hour without realizing it. The early stages were quite exhilarating, but as more players appeared in the later stages, enemy spaceships grew larger and larger, and he was constantly blown to smithereens, causing his game experience to plummet.
Every time he was blown up, a recharge prompt would pop up, reminding him that spending five yuan could make his spaceship grow by a size.
A thousand "WTF"s flashed through Jiang Ye's mind. After all these years, game developers were still the same. Spending money on such garbage games was simply destroying the healthy development of the game market!
Jiang Ye recharged fifty thousand yuan.
His spaceship expanded like a balloon, becoming ridiculously large. With one shot, he could annihilate over a dozen other players' spaceships, like using a flamethrower to kill mosquitoes – incredibly satisfying.
Then, Jiang Ye saw a colossal spaceship several times larger than his own!
A truly massive spaceship, already on the scale of an asteroid. Jiang Ye was startled at first and tried to turn and flee. The opponent had already fired; one shot took away 50% of his health, and another shot finished him off.
[Player "Tian Rao" fired a plasma cannon at you. You have been eliminated.]
[So trashy! Quickly purchase backup hidden energy to make your spaceship stronger!]
Jiang Ye immediately called Tian Rao, "Are you playing a brain-dead sci-fi game?"
Tian Rao: "Hahahaha, I see you! Wait there, I'm chasing you down to kill you and help you quit gaming!"
Jiang Ye: "Why are you so big? How much did you recharge?"
Tian Rao: "About two hundred thousand. I'm currently number one on the server!"
Jiang Ye: "Are you out of your mind! Got too much money to burn? Why spend so much on such a stupid game! Aren't you supposed to be a boss? How can you neglect your duties for frivolous pursuits!"
Tian Rao: "Didn't you also recharge? Aren't you also idle? The police station doesn't allow company registration, otherwise, I would have been busy with that long ago. Do you think I *want* to play this game!"
Jiang Ye decisively uninstalled the game.
He continued to examine the growth points of his income.
The second largest new income source was more factories.
Feng Zishuang seemed enthusiastic about building factories. In just one week, over 200 new factories were established in the suburbs of Binhai City and Petrochemical City, mostly small-scale commercial factories, with a few sporadic military factories. In total, they solved employment for over ten thousand people. If one were to look from an airplane, it would appear as vast expanses of gray-white factory buildings and chimney forests.
Of course, the costs of these factories were all paid from Jiang Ye's account. The direct consequence was that even though his daily income kept increasing, Jiang Ye's account balance remained a meager tens of millions; all the money he could spend was spent.
Information about commercial factories was snapped up within seconds of appearing. Previously, when Jiang Ye worked alone, he didn't have much time to monitor factory information. However, Feng Zishuang had a team of forty people and the assistance of supercomputers, enabling them to grab factories 24 hours a day, naturally leading to a remarkably fast construction speed!
The third largest new income was from the new mines on the third continent. The mines had been gradually put into operation, producing ores continuously, with considerable profits. Just one poison iron mine alone generated over thirty million in daily profit, and that was after splitting the earnings with White Ant Real Estate.
The fourth largest new income, surprisingly, was from the breeding industry.
On the open land surrounding Shale City, over four hundred farms had sprung up explosively, primarily raising dairy cows, followed by chickens and ducks.
Although the daily income from the breeding industry looked substantial on paper, it was currently operating at a significant loss. This was because all the farms were funded from Jiang Ye's account, with loans provided to farmers for construction.
Jiang Ye had dabbled in this approach early on, but he stopped once he grew larger, finding it too troublesome. He hadn't expected Feng Zishuang to revive this model and even expand its scale. These farms had likely provided employment for over eight thousand people.
After analyzing the reasons for his daily income growth, Jiang Ye was generally quite satisfied. He pressed his earphone and called Feng Zishuang.
Jiang Ye: "Hello, hello, are you busy?"
Feng Zishuang, panting: "I'm running, what's up, just say it?"
"Then how about you tell me after you finish your run?" Jiang Ye muttered inwardly, wondering if she was really running or just pretending.
"No, no need, I've finished a lap and am just resting," Feng Zishuang was so out of breath she could barely speak. "Any instructions?"
"I've looked at some of the work you've done this week: building many factories, large-scale investment attraction, and large-scale development of the breeding industry. All are quite good," Jiang Ye said. "But don't you think it's a bit too fast? And the newly built factories are mostly low-profit small factories. If we continue building like this, labor will be quickly depleted, and will we fall into stagnation later? For example, a worker can earn 200 yuan a day in a small factory, but 600 yuan in a large factory. Shouldn't we build more large factories and fewer small ones?"
"You think there's a problem with the industrial structure, right? Yes, there definitely is," Feng Zishuang continued, still panting.
Jiang Ye was momentarily stunned. She knew there was a problem, so why was she still doing it?
"Jiang Ye, your thinking is still that of an Earthling. Everyone is a spaceman now, the rules of the game have changed," Feng Zishuang said. "Don't think about years or even decades from now, just focus on the present. The development model in various places now is viral. We are the viruses, and the planet is the cell. What we need to do is reproduce rapidly on a planet, develop quickly, and consume all the nutrients. The faster, the better. When a planet is depleted, we move to the next one."