Why it never ends

Chapter 147 Not Too Much Money

Chapter 147 Not Too Much Money

This kind of conversation made Ava feel tacit, because she didn't have to explain more details to Hesta—unlike Alja and the others, Hesta had lived in the wasteland when she was a child, and she had seen the world outside the habitable place.

In a livable place, the standard line for low-age pregnant women is raised to the age of 20. Their appearance is usually accompanied by poverty and early dropouts, and then they enter marriage or cohabitation life in a daze, and start their own women's life; low-age pregnant women in the wasteland The others, usually victims of human trafficking and forced sex, conceived without knowing what they were, some had to have repeated miscarriages, and some had to bear their children.

These young girls are like pieces of merchandise, hung at the bottom of different chains.

Ava leaned back on the chair, her brows were slightly frowned because of the pain in her body.

"Are you all right?" Hesta asked.

The old man didn't say a word, she was still thinking about the midwifery needle.This assisted delivery needle can indeed save many lives on the operating table, especially for women in habitable areas-it can further reduce maternal mortality in various areas.

But does it also bring them further forward?
The situation in the wasteland will only get worse. The recommended minimum age for surrogate mothers is 21 years old. In practice, girls of 19, 18 or even lower are often involved. In the future, how can this age be lowered? degree?
And those merchants, as the "lifespan" of the girls in their hands grows, how much profit can they squeeze out of them to expand their industries?

Ava opened her eyes. "Do you think it deserves an award, Jane?"

Hesta frowned slightly, but did not answer.

"I'm alive," Ava's gaze fell back to the document in front of her, and she murmured to herself, "What's the point of living like a beast?"

"It doesn't seem to make any sense," Hesta said softly, "But living like a beast is still alive. No matter what kind of 'living' it is, it is far better than 'death' early."

Ava's brows furrowed even tighter.To some extent, she very much agrees with this statement, it's just...

Hesta continued, "Even if this award is awarded in the end, I can understand it. After all, technology is neutral, and it is people who do evil."

Ava suddenly laughed, "Many people say that, 'Technology is neutral, and it's people who do evil'."

"Don't you think so?"

"Yes," Ava raised her head, "Not only do I think it is not, but I also want to make a violent argument: just because technology itself has no tendency, all technologies will be used to do evil, and all technologies will be used to do evil first. The iteration efficiency of technology in evil deeds will be far higher than in other directions—"

At this moment, the doorbell rang outside the study. Hesta turned her head and saw Alja walking in with water and pills.

"After taking the medicine, it's time for a lunch break." Alja put the things on Ava's table, "You've been chatting all morning, isn't it a while?"

Ava nodded in agreement.

After Arja left, Hesta said softly, "Then I'll go down first, and I'll come to you at night."

"No need." Ava whispered, she closed her eyes and rested for a while, her expression gradually regained her usual calm, "Did you listen carefully to each of the discussions in the morning?"

"Yeah." Hesta nodded.

"Besides the one just now, what other impressive projects do you have?"

"It's all good, including some projects that were unsuccessful this year," Hesta replied, "But among so many fields, I feel that the projects in the field of engineering are of the highest quality..."

Obviously, Hesta has never heard of the name of the "Morgan Award" before - it is certain that engineering is the best, because Ava herself was born in engineering, and the original "Morgan Award" was only in the field of engineering. Medicine and law were added slowly later.

Regarding the question "to what extent is Hesta ignorant of everything in the Habitable Land", the answers Ava has received these days have been constantly refreshing her cognition, but at this moment, the old man listened quite usefully. These compliments—Hersta's ignorance made her feelings more credible.

After Hesta finished speaking, Ava looked at her: "...a digression, do you never read newspapers or watch TV?"

"I don't have time," Hester replied honestly. "This time with you has been the most relaxing vacation I've had in years... Can you tell me about the 'Morgan Award' again? What will these ladies do when they win?" How about it?"

"In terms of categories, if it is a scholar award, we will allocate a separate scientific research fund, which is usually twice the highest scientific research fund given to a researcher of the same level in her region. The jury will make a budget based on the social experiment project that the winner intends to implement, and then decide how much to award."

"How much does it cost to set up a fund like yours?"

"It doesn't need much," Ava replied. "More importantly, you need to find reliable people to help you take care of it, so that it can continuously generate surplus and avoid devaluation of bonuses."

"How much is 'not much'?"

"Twenty-four million robbies."

"..."

Hesta froze for a moment, then quickly relieved.

Although she has no concept of money, she fully understands what this astronomical figure means.The monthly salary of Mercury Needle who does not perform dangerous tasks like Valenti is around 2000-4000 robbies, and the small lake view building that Calvin bought after exhausting his savings is only 80—and he has to rely on The retirement pensions of myself and Sean at the age of 25 can really pay off the loan.

Twenty-four million robbies...

This "not too much" amount in Ava's mouth is already a huge wealth that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

"Why this expression?" Ava glanced at Hesta, "In a few years, your savings should be able to catch up with it."

Hesta was taken aback for a moment, and she pointed at herself blankly, "Me?"

"Although the dead salary of Mercury Needle is relatively high in the livable area, it is still a drop in the bucket compared with the mission bonus." Ava whispered.

Seeing that Hesta still had a shocked expression on her face, she couldn't help asking suspiciously: "Have you never checked how much money you have in your account?"

Hesta frowned - indeed.

Ava raised her hand to signal Hesta to come to her side, and then she opened her internal interface.

The old man's viewing authority is frighteningly high. During her operation, Hesta glimpsed many types of mercury needle data that she had never thought of before.

Under Ava's instructions, Hesta entered her account number on a certain page.

Soon, Ava hit Enter for the last time, and Hesta saw her account balance:
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(End of this chapter)

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