Chapter 95: Chapter 76: Radiant Dust Farm_2
A large portion of the technology within this building was obtained through various means from Gaia Cells.
As a top-tier biotechnology company, it has been very successful in research on flora and fauna.
The farmer exudes a wild nature.
He said to John:
"To get this technology, I’m still carrying the company’s bounty. If one day I’m short on money, you can try shooting me in the head."
"F*ck, are you serious? Don’t make me have such thoughts."
John felt this topic was quite hellish.
As for other companies:
For instance, Plato and Raqi Industry have also mastered similar technologies and have made breakthroughs in crops, seafood, etc.
They only think about how to use these things to make money or to supply the privileged class for their enjoyment.
The cost of fresh food is high.
The initial construction of this small plot of land required the resources of an Eisenberg supercar.
Yet its customer base is very small.
The farmer waved his hand across the coffee table.
An advertisement was projected on the glass surface, mentioning a jar of pollution-free natural honey cultivated from an indoor garden.
[Auction price: 300,000€]
"Who can afford such a price?"
The farmer smiled wryly for a moment, turned around, and waved his arm again. "Our clients live in the clouds."
All the window illusions on the wall disappeared.
After the curtain wall flipped, the night view of Eden City was revealed.
Skyscrapers stood silent in the wind.
Colorful neon mist breathed between the factory smoke clouds, forming its pulse alongside various flying machines and inter-city rails.
Angelica withdrew her knees.
She placed one leg on the ground and the other against the stool leg, smiling:
"Now do you know why it can’t be on the menu?"
"F*ck, the cost of filling the stomach has multiplied several times; I’ve eaten quite a bit of money recently, huh."
John felt somewhat regretful.
If he hadn’t made a name for himself among the mercenaries, he probably wouldn’t have had much chance of eating a meal of natural animal meat before dying.
The farmer shook his head upon hearing this.
He was attempting to expand production scale and reduce costs to allow more fresh food to circulate to the lower levels.
Distributing goods to shopkeepers like Angelica was an experiment.
"This counts as smashing the company’s rice bowl, right?"
John could hear the peril in it.
Synthetic protein products and industrial meat bags were rampant, having already occupied more than 90% of Eden City’s market.
If fresh food were to become civilian, it would destroy the consumption habits laboriously cultivated by countless companies.
"Yeah, pretty f*cked up, I’ve pissed off quite a few people. If I really croak someday, why not find someone familiar to take my head to the company dogs for a bounty, maximize the benefits."
The farmer laughed, hands on his hips, gazing at the night scene of Eden City as he rubbed the stubble-covered corner of his mouth.
The soil had been desecrated by human wars.
The world was falling apart.
The corporate giants were full of hostility—they all wanted to allocate resources to more "important" matters.
Even a heart could be replaced with an implant.
The sense of responsibility and conscience had not yet found substitutes.
The world seemed to have reached a subtle consensus:
Junk food could meet basic needs, and even with more complaints, the order would not collapse.
Ordinary citizens had enough food sources.
The upper class had their own channels of enjoyment.
"Some people think that the desire for food and drink is insignificant, in this sh*t-like f*cked up city, it’s hard enough just surviving, so who would start a land revolution for a bite of green vegetables?"
The farmer had tried before.
The war ended in failure decades ago.
His tone was light, but he summed up the past.
The farmer sat back down on the wooden chair:
"The farm’s expansion actions have made some scoundrels who turn a blind eye nervous. They want to apply for a search warrant and take me down through corporate resources, but I haven’t gotten mixed up in Eden City for nothing, the parliament and media have been kept steady..."
His eyes became sharp like steel blades.
"Having no way to deal with it openly, they started playing small tricks."
The gang thugs, mercenaries, biker gangs, and other groups uninterested in farming received the message.
Recently, gunfights had been frequently erupting at the West District’s pickup points.
"I don’t care if the corpse count increases, worst case, chop them all up for fertilizer or pig feed..."
The farmer noticed a slight change in John’s expression.
"Haha, I’m joking, kid. Anyway, I can still handle the current scene for now, the Black Gold Gang reached a consensus with me, and some mercenaries with ample manpower have also been bought by me, surrounded by patrol zones."
The farmer had a hard-boiled Old America style.
He was ready for war and even looked forward to it, even if it meant getting shot for stealing a single tomato.
"I heard from Angelica that you have your principles; so Mr. John, would you like to take my job?"
"Mercenaries’ rules, it’s all about the price."
"Very good, sincerity is the first step to cooperation, I can settle with you at market price; in the future when you encounter my clients being robbed by urchins in the city, as long as you help, I’ll pay per head, saying it’s me who did it, regardless of who it offends."
"Don’t rush, you need to clarify the deal, how the settlement is made, specific prices and payment plans."
John was very calm.
He had no intention of wasting bullets for ideals.
The farmer also appreciated his style, so he brought out a contract for Raqi Industry’s corporate customers.
According to the security level, there were specific quotes for killing ordinary hostile targets in violent conflict.
The farmer was willing to pay at the rate of top company mercenaries.
"John, money is meant to be spent, did you get mixed up until today just to slurp protein paste day for day?"