The last level.
Mier and Mia opened their eyes and realized that they were standing on the roof.
"This is the last level." The man in black robe stood beside them and motioned them to look down. "Just as you have seen before."
"The conflict between the Licinius family and the Medici family has gradually spread to all areas of Italy. A large number of small and medium-sized companies are forced to take sides, but the price of taking sides is the economic blow from the opposing camp."
"In order to avoid a direct collision that could lead to a conflict that gets out of control, the Licinius and Medici families both chose to exchange their sons, exerting pressure by attacking small and medium-sized companies in the rival camp. The bankruptcy of these small and medium-sized companies will lead to a large number of workers losing their jobs."
"Currently, the job market in Solomon City is seriously saturated. A large number of low-end jobs are occupied by synthetics and machines, while high-end jobs are monopolized by the giant trusts. These ordinary workers do not have many employment options. For them, unemployment means losing income, housing, and citizenship... It is almost equivalent to losing everything."
"So even though they know they can't succeed, they still come out to resist in vain, like moths to a flame."
Mier and Mia looked down and saw that the area around the market below suddenly seemed to have received some signal.
Buses and taxis stopped running, and even the subway entrances were flooded with passengers and subway employees because the entire subway line was on strike.
In office areas and office buildings, a large number of white-collar employees also pulled out banners and slogans that had been prepared long ago and began to march while shouting slogans.
The girls who were in the Campo de' Fiori had just walked out of a small shop on the street when they saw that the street was already crowded with people marching.
Girls:
"What are they doing?" Medea said with a frown, looking at the signs held by the marchers.
Strike! Stop the Trust Wars!
Workers are not playthings of your big corporations!
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"Nora? Medea? Why are they here?" Mi'er on the roof noticed them and turned to look at the man in black robes, "Isn't this a game?"
"No, this is a virtual world." The man in black robe said calmly, "It's just that what you see is exactly the same thing happening in reality right now."
"So what do you want to do!" Mia asked anxiously.
"I told you I'm playing a game with you," the man in black robe said coldly, "You've also seen that these middle and lower class workers have adopted a very smart approach, namely 'non-violent non-cooperation'. Because once a violent confrontation is triggered, they will never be a match for the Church and the trust giants."
"Using strikes to cause economic losses to force the Church and the employers to make concessions. A beautiful and naive idea, huh... But will it really go so smoothly?"
"What do you mean?" Mi'er suddenly remembered the couple, a middle-class family who committed suicide in their own house, and felt a little uneasy.
"The best excuse for violent intervention is, of course, to stop the violence that has already occurred." The black-robed man pointed downwards, and several guys with hidden weapons mixed in with the marching crowd were suddenly highlighted in the eyes of the two little girls. "If these mercenaries disguised as radical demonstrators suddenly attacked Miss Nora of the Licinius family, what do you think would happen next?"