Los Angeles, 30 December 2004.

At half past ten in the morning, it snowed heavily.

Sakura Administration Building, top floor.

Hundreds of meters in the air, the entire view of Los Angeles is unobstructed, covered with a thick layer of white.

Inside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, which are clean and transparent.

It was a conference hall that could accommodate thousands of people.

It's not as prosperous and luxurious as it seems from the outside.

The hall was large and empty, with hundreds of tables and chairs, and at the front was the podium.

Behind the podium is a huge image of Jesus, and in the center of the hall is a sculpture.

A plump Western woman half-wrapped in a skirt fan, holding something with her breasts open.

It's Lady Liberty.

Although it is an "auditorium" that looks a little nondescript, it is filled with the top people from almost all over the world.

They come from all walks of life.

There are dignitaries, businessmen, royal families, and even some scientists who have achieved great things in certain fields.

These are all Brookes' followers.

Jiang Yang sat in the middle of the fourth row, quietly looking ahead.

And the one who was chattering on the stage was none other than Thein, the founder of Bux.

The man who looked to be only about thirty years old, with slightly curled hair and a little freckles on his face.

Light blue jeans, a blue and red polo shirt, Adidas sneakers, and a light gray cowhide belt are all this man wears.

Everything looks so ordinary.

Sain is a bit thin, about 1.75 meters tall.

In the West, this belongs to the category of "stunted".

But it is such a person, but he has received countless adoring eyes.

These eyes are all from the audience, from his followers.

Believers are half impressed by his wealth, status, and power, and the other half by his ideas and patterns.

The vast majority of believers, after receiving the "baptism" of Sain and the training of Bux's theory, their family's business has grown by leaps and bounds in the world.

But this kind of class is not something that anyone can listen to if they want to.

Rumor has it that the stock god Baffett once wanted to spend $20 billion to buy one of Sein's classes, but Sain refused.

The reason given by Sain is simple.

That person is not level enough.

You can imagine who can enter here and listen to a class.

"In this world, there is a truth that 99.999999 percent of people don't know."

Sain paced the podium, wearing a tiny microphone at the collar of his polo shirt and his hands behind his back.

"A brutal truth."

"When you are qualified to step through this door, you can see me standing here lecturing to you."

"Congratulations."

Sain stopped and looked at the audience, "You have become the 99.9999% outside of this world."

The hall was quiet, and everyone was quietly receiving the "baptism" from Bukes.

"All of you here, who already have endless wealth, should already know this truth."

"But this truth is vague in your hearts, and cannot be defined in words."

"And me."

Sain pointed to himself and said, "I will be willing to express it in words, so that it can be presented in front of you in a more three-dimensional way."

The audience was terrible.

Even a slight cough seemed so abrupt.

"The truth is that the poverty of most people in this world was designed in the first place."

A few seconds later, Sein hit

The silence was broken.

"It doesn't matter if it's slavery, feudalism, or capitalism."

"We must design at the top level to prevent most people from getting rich."

Offstage.

Jiang Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands wrapped around his elbows, and his index finger gently tapped on his clothes.

He listened carefully and listened carefully.

Regarding this so-called "Bukesi" theory, Jiang Yang has long been curious in his heart.

He really wanted to know what kind of magic this Sain possessed that could bring together so many of the world's top leaders and become his followers.

These people around me are the top people in the world.

Whether it's wealth, power, or status.

What can make them crazy and hot is naturally for profit.

And the crux of the problem, which Jiang Yang doesn't quite understand, lies precisely here.

Why don't these top players stop "fighting".

On the surface, he "fights" for others to see, but secretly he has become a "faction".

is like the shadow puppet show in "Imaginary Country", hysterically giving everyone except them, staging one big drama after another.

"In our West there is a very famous argument."

On stage, Sain's voice continued.

"Using the law to force labor will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble and resistance."

"And the use of hunger to promote labor is not only peaceful, silent, and continuous."

Offstage, there was a "swish" sound recorded by a pen on paper.

"And it will arouse people's motivation even more," Sain continued.

"I studied abroad in China."

Sain walked with his head down, but his mouth did not stop: "During that time, I read such a book in that land with a history of more than 5,000 years."

"That book is named after Shang Jun."

"The book mentions: If the people are poor, they will be rich."

"In ancient times, fishermen domesticated cormorants, and the most important thing was ......."

Sein paused slightly, looked at the audience again, the corners of his eyes slightly raised, and smiled: "You can't feed too much."

"Once fed, the cormorant loses the motivation to go into the water to catch fish."

"Only by keeping it in a state of semi-starvation will it willingly burrow into the icy water again and again."

There was some commotion in the audience.

Apparently, they had understood what Sain was saying.

As the top ethnic group in the world, these people who have the most knowledge in the world naturally listen to these truths thoroughly and understand the truths.

"But here's the problem."

Sein stood up, looked at the audience and said, "When the world enters the industrial age, productivity has greatly increased, and material resources have also become extremely abundant."

"It's obviously unrealistic to want the majority of people to remain poor."

As soon as these words came out, the people in the audience seemed to find resonance.

There was a sound of ear to ear, and everyone nodded frequently.

From their reactions, it can be seen that Sain talked about their pain points, which are also the problems they desperately want to know at the moment.

After a few short seconds, the discussion came to an abrupt end, and all eyes were on Sein.

The most mixed message in those eyes is longing.

"Bux's theory tells us."

"There are two kinds of people in this world."

"The first, and the most, kind."

Sain held out a finger, "Managed."

"The second."

Sain held out a second finger, "Administrator."

"The ruler is the fisherman, and the governed is the cormorant."

"With the continuous development of the times, those cormorants who do not have enough to eat have been greatly satisfied."

"And fishermen, naturally, have to find a way to deal with it."

Everyone in the audience nodded.

"What should I do?"

Sain asked.

No one in the audience made a sound.

Sein smiled slightly, strode to the center of the podium, stretched out his right hand and violently removed a huge curtain.

The sound of rattling cloth sounded, and the curtain slowly fell to the ground, and a six-meter-long blackboard appeared in front of everyone.

I saw that four big characters had already been written on the blackboard.

Consumerism.

At this point, Jiang Yang's chin was slightly raised, and there was only one slit in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth moved.

The expression on his face changed slightly.

Mu Haipeng looked at him from the side, and he was a little surprised in his heart.

Because looking at Jiang Yang from this direction, the angle was not biased, and he could just see the change in his expression that was extremely secretive and even difficult for people to detect.

He was laughing.