Suddenly, silence fell. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

No one spoke—Qin Lang, Rachel, and O'Connor all stared at Duncan, admiring his wonderful expression with a little satisfaction; And Duncan, who was exposed by Qin Lang in an instant, was just a fake environmentalist, which undoubtedly put him in an embarrassing situation. At the same time, he knew very well that his three bad-hearted friends were savoring the greatest pleasure of the moment, so he simply closed his eyes and mouth, pretending that nothing had happened.

This situation lasted for a while, but not for a long time, and Qin Lang didn't want to waste time.

He bent down and gently patted Duncan on the shoulder, reassuring, "Don't be sad, man, in the end, we will still start to solve the problem of environmental pollution, and it will not affect our comfortable life." ”

"Are you sure?" Duncan asked.

"Of course."

"When?"

"When the time comes." This is Qin Lang's usual way of answering, which is very easy to remind people of two points: first, the mystery of pretending to be a gesture, and second, perfunctory. Maybe he was aware of the problem, but it was more like continuing to tease his poor friend, Qin Lang added in a rare way: "When the new low-pollution technology becomes mature and cheap, and the old high-pollution technology basically loses its economic value, in order to protect and expand our market and fight those competitors who are still using the old technology, we will ......"

"When do you think that will be?"

"I think," Qin Lang shrugged, "the fastest will be half a century later." ”

"What!" Duncan immediately appeared unacceptable, even if it was already a fairly optimistic reply. The reason is self-evident, "I may have died or was about to die by that time." ”

"Maybe." Qin Lang said affirmatively.

"Of course," O'Connor continued, "we are confident that you will live to be a hundred years old." ”

"Thank you. But this is not consoling at all. Duncan began to moan, "To live to be a hundred years old in an environment full of poisonous gases, just think about it, I feel that it is torture-"

"Enough, Duncan!" Rachel interrupted him unceremoniously, "You live in a beautiful and clean suburb, and there are no polluting industries within a few dozen miles of it, so I really don't see any need for you to be particularly concerned about air pollution." ”

"Even so, I can't turn a blind eye to the toxic gases emitted by the factory."

"Hell—"

"And most Americans live close to factories, and when they finally realize that the gases they emit are destroying their health one day, it's safe to assume that they won't remain indifferent."

Now, Duncan's voice sounded like a prophet, the only problem was that it didn't work against anyone in the room, and instead made them feel as if things were back to square one: from the beginning, they had reminded him that the not-so-wealthy American people would think first about their standard of living, so they would choose to keep their jobs rather than smash them behind the ass of some deranged rich man.

Noticing the little impatience on their faces, Duncan knew he had to add more.

"It's true that the American people, who are not rich, value their standard of living more, but what about when they become rich? They're obviously going to be like me, and they don't want to have a factory that emits poison gas all day near where they live, but not everyone can move to a beautiful suburb, can they? ”

"!" When the word popped into Rachel's mind, it also appeared in O'Connor's mind, but neither of them had a chance to express this opinion: Qin Lang had already spoken, giving his answer.

A simple solution. "If that happens, we're going to relocate the polluting factories somewhere else."

"Somewhere else?"

"Elsewhere, outside of the United States, in the Philippines, in Cuba, in China, and in other similar vast but poor colonies and semi-colonies, the government and the people there don't care about pollution." Qin Lang paused for a moment, because he remembered something that had happened, and it was so interesting that he couldn't help but say it. "As an example, we can relocate Union Carbide's highly toxic pesticide plant to India......"

"India? Why India? Rachel and O'Connor were also confused, "It's a British colony. ”

"That doesn't mean we can't move the factory to that location." After a pause, he continued to tell his story. "We relocated the factory to a city in India, like, um...... Yes, Bhopal...... Yes, it's Bhopal! He clapped his hands vigorously, clapped his hands, and smiled happily, "Don't care, I'm just giving random examples, of course we can indeed relocate the highly toxic pesticide factory to that city, at the right time." ”

Rachel exchanged glances with O'Connor, followed by Duncan. Still confused, they can only say, "And then? ”

"And then? We can then set up the factory exactly as we need it, in a location with easy access to transportation and sufficient electricity and running water supply, such as near a train station. Then, we hire Indians instead of sending American workers to work there, so the waste disposal and safety systems in the factories can be reduced to a minimum, which can lead to a lot of savings. Finally, with just a few skills training for Indian workers, it can start production, while factories in the country can be quickly shut down. You see, what a happy ending, win-win! Qin Lang snapped his fingers, "Our production costs have been reduced, and the American people have bid farewell to the highly polluting and dangerous highly toxic pesticide factories they hate." ”

"And what about the Indians?"

"Indians?" Qin Lang asked rhetorically, "How many Americans care about Indians?" ”

There aren't a few Americans who really care about the situation of Indians, or the people of any other country. Even in the next century, even those who put "love and justice" all day long ...... Or to put it another way, "universal values", even if the Americans who talk about it, even if they are keen to participate in all kinds of marches and like to put a "free.xxxx" slogan on the bumper of their car, it does not mean that they care about the people there - their real intention is only to promote their natural superiority, so if one day Washington suddenly says, "How about we let the 101st Division liberate that place", these guys will immediately change to a new slogan: "War is not the answer".

That's what happened, ridiculous, but simple, nothing new. In addition to this, it must be remembered that most Americans simply do not know where in the globe the countries and regions they have expressed strong concern for in their rallies are located.

Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, it's undoubtedly an ideal choice to relocate a highly toxic pesticide factory to India, and of course that's why it's so interesting.

Qin Lang came back to his senses and realized that he hadn't finished the story yet, so he continued. "In fact, there's only one scenario that can keep our factory in India on the radar of the American people, and that's if there's a serious spill."

"How serious an accident?"

"What do you think, Sean?" Qin Lang looked at O'Connor, "We know that areas with easy access are usually densely populated areas as well, and India is a country with a large population, although only close to one-tenth of the people in it make up its society. A serious leak in a factory that produces highly toxic pesticides in one of the cities of this country is like bombing it with a large number of gas bombs, and the number of casualties must exceed 100,000. ”

A discounted number, which no one knew but himself, so they exclaimed together. "My God!"

Qin Lang ignored this exclamation and did not interrupt his speech. "At that point, the mainstream media will be full of relevant news and our factory in India will be noticed."

"That's a big problem." Rachel frowned and said, "The compensation is going to be a huge amount, and our competitors won't let go of this opportunity—"

"Let's take care of the dead and wounded, Rachel." Duncan shouted. "That's 100,000 people!"

"And," O'Connor followed, "we're going to face a series of lawsuits." ”

"If India were an independent country, yes, we would face judicial proceedings." Qin Lang's tone was relaxed, "But it is still a British colony now. As long as no British citizens were victimized, the colonial authorities would not be too concerned. ”

"What if it was already an independent country by then, or if it happened in another country?" Duncan asked.

"Well, given our system, American lawyers would rush to India in droves like vultures at the sight of corpses, persuade the injured Indians to hire them as lawyers, swear justice for all victims, and promise that the culprits responsible for the accident will be punished severely by the law -- and of course we are well aware of the real reason why these carnivores are so proactive, and that such lawsuits, whether won or lost, will make them famous, and if they are lucky enough to win, they will receive an enviably high reward for compensation." Another brief pause, and then his conclusion, "But only partially what they promised will come true." ”

Qin Lang raised his head, recalling the end of that story. It's a pity that it doesn't have an ending, maybe it will end eventually, but it doesn't have an end when he returns to this era.

"This lawsuit is going to go on for a long time. We're going to take a fraction of what we're going to do as compensation to the victims, we're going to express our deep condolences to the victims, we're going to admit that it was an unfortunate accident, we're going to say it's a tragedy caused by the carelessness of the Indian workers in the factory, we're going to throw a few inconsequential middle managers to blame for the company, but the lawsuit goes on for a long time, twenty years or twenty-five years, or even thirty years, and more. At the end of the day, when the whole affair has all but faded away, the court makes a final verdict and convicts the middle managers and sentences them to several years in prison...... Maybe. ”

"That's it?"

"That's it, Duncan." Qin Lang said, "The most perfect result is that the victims get justice, the lawyers get commissions, the judges get bribes, and we are still doing our business." What could be better than that? ”

"I don't think it's good." Duncan said, "There is no justice at all, there is no punishment. It was simply not accepted by the people, and no one was even sentenced to death for such an accident. ”

"The death penalty? Well, man, you should see that in the not-too-distant future, there will be many learned experts and academics calling on the government to abolish the death penalty. "These are the people who tell people on every occasion that the death penalty is a relic of a barbaric age, and that in a civilized age of justice and human rights, no individual or organization, including the government, has the right to take away a person's life." They cite a lot of data that proves that the death penalty does not deter crime, and may even lead to serious criminal offenses...... And so on, in the end, they will succeed, and many states and many countries will abolish the death penalty, so that no one will be sentenced to death. ”

Duncan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. The future that Qin Lang depicts begins to panic him, unlike any time in the past; It was also the first time that he prayed in his heart that Qin Lang's prophecy would not come true.

Even if that's a reality he can't see.

His expression still hadn't escaped Qin Lang's observation. He chuckled to himself, then let out a long breath. "I think we should forget about these depressing conversations." He retreated to his chair, motioned for Rachel and O'Connor to sit down, and continued, "Let's talk about those good, positive things. What do you think? ”

Rachel and O'Connor did not take a stand. They knew the real purpose of Qin Lang leading them here, visiting Duncan was only one of them, and it was not the most important thing, and those conversations just now were not expected at all, the most important thing was another.

It's finally getting started.

Only Duncan, who was still a little curious. "What do you want to talk about now, Qin?"

"Talk about the small-scale event you attended on my behalf that was supposed to be fun." Qin Lang's body leaned forward a little, "Wilbur. Wright and Orwell. What do you think of that amazing machine that Wright made? ”

Duncan's eyes lit up. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )