Hitomi and Shintora both completed their university education in Japan, and then chose to study in different countries on the recommendation of their father. Xinhu chose China, and Hitomi chose country M.

The modern female consciousness imbued in country M, and the elite thought with a slight intellectual color, which has always been the capital that Hitomi Yamamoto is proud of in front of his brother, is so belittled by the Thousand Hands Butterfly, and he is really angry.

She knows that the background of the thousand hand butterfly is not high, her father is a middle school teacher, and her mother is a full-time housewife, although it seems that the scenery is beautiful now, and she has traveled all over the world, it is all after work, she has no experience in studying abroad when she was young, and she rarely travels abroad.

What kind of M-style culture can such a person understand?

"Hehe, because I haven't lived in country M, don't you know what M-style hypocrisy is?" The Thousand Hands Butterfly never shows weakness.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited just now," Hitomi shrugged awkwardly and drank some red wine to relax herself: "I just don't understand, why do you, as a law enforcer, have such an opinion?" ”

"Because that's what I'm seeing." The charming face of the thousand-handed butterfly revealed a kind of sad and compassionate sadness.

"You shouldn't be like that." Hitomi Yamamoto felt sorry for the other party, and he also regretted that he had seen the wrong person.

"What kind of person am I supposed to be? A revolutionary? Lead all the people who have been bullied, raise their knives and guns, bring down the big farmers and big capitalists, divide up their property and factories, and their bank deposits on Wall Street and Switzerland, so that everyone can live a good life? Or, become a human biologist and put a pair of * on every man, let them have their own children, and have a great aunt once a month? ”

"I'm not talking about that, I'm saying that you should at least have a spirit of resistance, and a minimum of justice and fairness."

"Actually, I understand what you said, but fairness only exists between specific classes, and cross-class fairness and justice do not exist, just like the gap between you and me, it cannot be made up by my efforts and the law."

"At least, if I hurt you, the law will give you an explanation."

"......" The Thousand Hands Butterfly stared into Hitomi Yamamoto's eyes, cold, and the light in those eyes was like two knives, penetrating each other.

"Even if it's not a reciprocal punishment, there will always be compensation." Hitomi stood up.

"Kill me, and then send my parents enough compensation for their old age, or more? What you have is money anyway. ”

"Wake up, Hitomi, you are a person with vested interests, born with a golden spoon in your mouth, enjoying a life that others can't get by working hard for a lifetime, and the law doesn't mean much to people like you."

"Hehe, aren't we in a lawsuit with the Otsuki Consortium now?"

"Don't you say it yourself, infringing intellectual property rights, stealing other people's technology, just like urine stains on people's underwear, such a lawsuit is just going through the motions, you have money, you can hire the most expensive lawyer, and consume it endlessly, until one party is tired, or the government comes forward to match it for you, what problems can the law solve?"

“……”

"And the people in the slums, who are destitute, who don't know a word, who don't know a word, who have no money, who have no friends, who are tired every day, just to be able to eat the next meal, just to have a place to live the next night, do you think they will believe the law? No, they don't believe in the law themselves, and they never think of using the law to solve problems, they keep selling themselves, until one day, they turn their lives into a commodity, sometimes hundreds of thousands, sometimes tens of thousands, sometimes just a dozen. ”

"Dozens?" Hitomi Yamamoto looked at the other party in surprise, unable to imagine what the other party was talking about.

"The usual trick of the gang, if a gang kills someone and needs to find someone to blame, find a homeless man and spend dozens of dollars to make him a fake identity."

"And what are you busy with every day?" On this topic, Hitomi Yamamoto is obviously not good at it, and there is only no level of ridicule left.

"Maintain order." The thousand-handed butterfly raised her eyebrows, righteous and stern.

"Isn't law order?"

"The law is just a small tool to maintain social order, and for the entire society and the history of mankind, the significance of order is far greater than justice and fairness."

“……”

"Justice and fairness are a very personal thing, often requiring personal efforts or the help of friends to achieve, if a person in power, for the justice of a certain person or a small number of people, do not hesitate to break the entire social order, at that time, it is really a monstrous flood, no one can escape."

"It's really pessimistic, I mean what you say, but I still see more people who have solved a lot of problems through the law, and they are also willing to resort to the law for the disputes they encounter in their lives."

"The middle class is a model of civilization in a society, they believe in the law, they believe in justice, they believe in fairness, they believe in those beautiful social rules, and they are willing to use those rules to protect themselves and respect others."

“……”

"Don't look at me like that, think about it, they are neither so bad that they are oppressed, nor strong enough to buy a parliamentarian or a judge or two, they are less than the higher, more than the lower, so they are more willing to live in that almost perfect illusion, but the middle class is not completely risk-free, their chances of entering the upper class are almost zero, but they are at risk of becoming poor and destitute proletarians every day."

"Doesn't it seem to you that I'm naïve?"

"How so? You're Empress Yamamoto, and you've made so much money by using the economic laws and trading rules you've learned in the Western world, haven't you? Didn't you get all that wealth from the middle class and the proletarians? ”

"Uh, hehe, is that so?" An invisible force grabbed Hitomi Yamamoto's soul and kept pushing her backwards, all the way to the wall, and the squeezing face was distorted, "Those economic laws, business laws, are objective truths, I just learned to control them." ”

"Hahahaha, Franklin can still catch thunder and lightning with a kite, right, tie a wire to a kite, put it in the thundering clouds, and then throw the other end into the slums, and after a lightning bolt, everyone burns to charcoal, right, this is also harnessing the laws of nature."

"I'm not that kind of person, I'm not." Hitomi Yamamoto was a little excited.

"You just think of yourself as a rebel, for those who are in a miserable situation, you have an illusion of empathy, you feel that you are one of them, but you are not, for those who are destitute, you are the object of their resistance, and you, what are you going to rebel against?"

"I ......"

"What are you rebelling against? With your wealth and power today, in the eyes of the world, you super-rich people are like the gods who live forever on the high heavens, and you are already on top. ”

"No, no, it's not what you think, it's not what people think, I always feel that there is something outside of your so-called social order that still imprisons me, imprisons me."

"Your current state is very dangerous, like a car that is full of power, but you don't know where to go, what you need most now is to calm yourself down quickly, and not let yourself become an unstable factor affecting the social order."