I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 568: Steve's Observations on the "New America" ​​(Part )

(Subtitle: Captain America visits a brothel)
Many people have heard a story about a gold mine. It says that there was a gold mine in a certain place, and a group of people rushed there to mine. As a result, the protagonist arrived late, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he opened a restaurant, inn, pub, etc. outside the gold mine, and in the end he made more money than the miners.

When I read this story in a book before, the narrator emphasized the protagonist’s reverse thinking, innovative ideas, etc. However, this fairy-tale entrepreneurial story overlooked the most important premise: Where is there a gold mine in the world that is not controlled by people?

Scarce resources such as gold, once discovered, will not be left without an owner. Even in a chaotic society, there will inevitably be a certain group that exclusively occupies it.

If you look at the previous story again with this premise, you will find a logical flaw: Can ordinary people open a shop around the gold mine?

Even the owner of a supermarket in a university has to be related to the faculty, let alone a gold mine?

Those who are qualified to open a shop near a gold mine must have close ties with the owner of the gold mine, and they must also pay an additional profit. The amount of the profit paid depends on the closeness of the shop owner to the owner of the gold mine.

The prices in these stores are bound to be higher than the normal market price.

So this shitty fairy tale entrepreneurial story is essentially nothing more than an exploitation of the miners by the gold mine controllers and shop owners!
The hard-earned money of the miners will eventually be recycled by the surrounding high-consumption shops.

Some would say that miners could simply refrain from spending and save their savings to take back home.

This ideal state does exist, but it depends on whether the controllers of the gold mines need to accept higher-level supervision and whether such supervision can be implemented. It also depends on their conscience and whether the miners maintain their personal freedom.

Steve Rogers, who lives in the "New America", may not have heard of this fairy-tale entrepreneurial story, but he has seen a similar current situation through social observations over the years.

"They did pay white people high wages, but the consumption level in these entertainment venues is not low. They did not force white immigrants to consume in the stores, but..."

Tony Stark on the other end of the video continued Steve's words: "But most immigrants can't have too much self-control."

At the moment, Steve is posing as a guest on a field trip to a nightclub, drink list in hand.

"Although the price is inflated, it is not beyond the affordability threshold of white immigrants. Even if you order all the bars, it is only two months' salary on average. Strictly speaking, it is even much lower than the consumption level of the same level nightclubs in New York."

"They did it on purpose!" Tony sneered, "The low price will attract customers to come and spend more often."

White immigrants came to the "New America", earned higher wages than on Earth, and were surrounded by many trendy entertainment venues. How many of them could resist spending money?

Once you come here to consume, you will find that the prices are lower than those of similar places on earth. How many people can resist coming here a few more times?

People usually come to such places with friends and in groups. After getting drunk, how many men and women can resist spending lavishly?

Once someone instigates you to rent out a venue, your salary for several months or even half a year will be reimbursed.

"Sir, it's so boring to drink alone. The beauties here are very obedient and come in all kinds of races." Mama-san pushed the door open and came in, followed by a row of coolly dressed beauties.

Steve, who had only ordered a few bottles of wine, frowned immediately and wanted to send the person out, but he saw that there were black and Asian faces among the women behind the mama-san.

"Leave these here." Steve pointed at three of the Asian women.

Mama-san took a look at Steve's thin figure and understood his choice very well. There was a hint of sympathy for the weak in her smile.

At the moment, Steve is no longer the American captain with a perky butt. He has returned to his skinny figure and looks even smaller than the three Asian women.

Steve didn't care about Mama-san's look, and said with a straight face, "They stay, and the others go."

Seeing that Steve had paid with his credit card for the most expensive bottles of wine and booked a large private room, Mama-san was very patient with him. "Okay, have a nice night."

As soon as the mama-san left, three Asian women surrounded her. Although they forced themselves to smile, they could not hide the numbness in their eyes.

They were all favored children in China, and the lowest level of education they had was a bachelor's degree, and these were college students in the 1980s, 1990s.

Some of them were even the daughters of officials and wives of senior intellectuals. They talked and laughed with great scholars and had no ordinary friends among them.

Have you ever thought that one day you would become a prostitute selling your body?
She is not the elegant famous prostitute in the classical novels, but a cheap prostitute who is ravaged by a group of lowly men at the bottom of society!
Among the three Asian women, Huang Ying, who arrived in the "New America" ​​the latest, still had a hint of unwillingness in her numb eyes, unlike the other two women who had been gradually forced to accept their fate.

"Are you Chinese?" Steve spoke in fluent Mandarin.

This one sentence scared the three women.

The other two women immediately looked towards the edge of the ceiling, distanced themselves from Steve, and shrank into the corner of the sofa, shivering.

Only Huang Ying's expression was particularly ferocious. Finally, perhaps because she saw that Steve was not as rude as the white people she had met before, she gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and immediately knelt down in front of Steve.

"Sir, can you take me away?" Huang Ying lowered her voice and cried, "Please save me! I can do anything!"

"Number 13, are you crazy?" The other two women immediately yelled, "Have you forgotten the rules? If anything goes wrong with any of us, the others will die! Do you want to kill all of us?"

Huang Ying didn't care, she held Steve tightly with both hands and looked up at him as if she was grabbing a life-saving straw.

Steve clapped his wrists, and a layer of colorless light spread out, covering the entire private room.

"Don't worry, the surveillance is ineffective. Now they can't see or hear anything."

None of the three believed what Steve said. The two women who were cursing had faces full of grief and hatred towards Huang Ying. Huang Ying was like a gambler who had lost all her money and was trying to grasp the last hope with her life.

As soon as they got off the spaceship that day, these deceived Chinese immigrants were taken to a mine in a distant mountain area by the Wright family. However, it was obvious that women could be squeezed for more profits, so they were divided into different levels according to their appearance. The poor ones were left near the mine for consumption by other Asian supervisors, while the good ones were sent to nightclubs in the settlement. Only the best ones were sent to the city for white men to play with.

In this clearly hierarchical "new America", even if white immigrants do not have high wages, they cannot stop because of their unscrupulous class advantage over blacks and yellows.

Things that cannot be done to other races on earth can be done freely in the "New America". Isn't this called "freedom"?
"You pig! He's white, how can he help you?"

"What an idiot! He would only ask for compensation if he killed you. Would he offend the owner of the nightclub for you?"

"Do you really think you are so beautiful that you can charm everyone? Why don't you take a piss and look at the mirror?"

"We are just pigs in the eyes of white people. Can he offend a rich and powerful boss for a sow?"

"We are all going to be killed by you, a self-righteous pig-woman!"

……

Two Chinese women huddled in the corner of the sofa cursed Huang Ying unscrupulously, their voices getting louder and louder, no longer caring whether they would be discovered.

(End of this chapter)