Why it never ends

Chapter 644 Tickets

"You can go to a restaurant every now and then. Of course, you can't go to a place that is too high-end, but there is no problem at all with friends on weekends, or going to the cinema to watch a movie when you have nothing to do; when you pass by a greenhouse, you can go to it Buy yourself a bouquet of lily-of-the-valley; those pretty dresses in the mall windows you can try on, and buy yourself a piece or two on a budget...  

"You know, at your age, as long as you tidy up a little, your temperament and body shape will be completely different, and—"

"And further up?" asked Hesta. "What is it like further up?"

Mikhailo smiled, "Further up, of course there is another world."

"Speak." Hesta whispered, "I'm listening."

Mikhailo put down the pen and paper in his hand, and crossed his hands again.

"You know, our fourteen districts in the north and south adopt a progressive tax system. The more you earn, the heavier the tax will be. The highest level of tax will directly deduct 50% of the next monthly income. So, how much monthly income will enter this threshold? Well, the specific line has been adjusted in the past two years, but it is always around 6400 Robbies.

"To cross that line, you'd probably have to be a top salesman, or work in a confidential department, or a qualified lawyer, doctor—oh, not even a pediatrician like me, you'd have to be in cardiac surgery. , or rushing to work as an anesthetist from the very beginning... Oh, there are also some old professors who have been in universities for more than 30 years, and they can barely touch the side before retiring.

"With this salary, the future will be very different."

"Six thousand and four, half of the tax is deducted and it's three thousand and two." Hesta said softly, "It's not much higher than the previous median."

Mihailo let out a burst of laughter again.

"Don't dig into the horns of this kind of thing, this is just a rough division I gave for your convenience... What I want to say is that almost at this level, you will finally be able to gradually experience the joy of being a human being," Mi Hailo lowered his voice, "True joy."

"You mean that such an income is necessary."

"Of course, without money, how can we talk about a good life?" Mikhailo raised his eyebrows, "With all due respect, the life of most people in this world can be summed up as a group of beasts gathering together to earn a living The only value of life for this kind of person is to support the upper class. The life of these people is not worth living... Ha, I hope you are not scared by my words, it may be too utilitarian, but I just want you Take less detours."

"Where, these are all wise words..." Hesta put his left hand on his suitcase, and gently rubbed a little white ash on his pants with his fingertips, "Otherwise I wouldn't appear here."

"In short, this 'admission ticket' is now in your own hands," Mikhailo continued, "If you really make up your mind, you can realize your dream in a very short period of time." everything of."

"How long is the shortest?" asked Hesta.

"How long? We can figure it out together," Mikhailo said with a smile, "From the time we sign the contract, to when you go through all the procedures and leave with the last sum of money—let's take a look at the process together." How long will it take, eh?"

Hesta slightly raised his left hand and made a "please" gesture.

"For a girl your age, the average conception time is half a year. Of course, after we take some measures, the speed will be faster—adding ten months of pregnancy, at most—sixteen months."

"How much?"

"Would you like to guess?"

"I don't guess." Hesta replied, "Just tell me the answer."

A smile appeared on Mikhailo's face, he lowered his voice, and read the number in a very dramatic tone.

"20."

This number stunned Hesta for a moment. She looked at Mikhailo, trying to read more details from the man's expression.

Hesta's reaction made Mihailo very satisfied.At this moment, he finally relaxed and leaned on the sofa with a leisurely expression.

"Think about it, some people don't eat or drink for 100 years to get their money, you only need [-] months to get it."

"...Aren't you lying to me?" Hesta looked at him, "There will be so many?"

"Is it a lot?" Mikhailo shook his head, "I can tell you clearly that this is not the total price of this business, it's just the money you get - all the taxes paid during the process, we will pay. And I also tell you clearly, even if this is the case, we still make a lot of money."

"...how did you do it?"

"This is the network," Mikhailo showed a fatherly smile, "you will know when you grow up, the value of a person depends on his social relationship—"

"Is it really my money?" Hesta frowned. "Is it capped at 20 or does it include other medical expenses?"

"How can I give you a capped price, 20 is a guaranteed minimum, and it's just the money paid to your account—we'll bear all other costs." Mikhailo looked at her, "Of course, there are some costs involved in the process." There are a lot of rules that you need to follow, but there is absolutely no such thing as deliberately extorting money, you will know when you see our paperwork... Like I said before, we make more than three sigma money. The closer you get to the extreme, the more profitable it is, which is normal."

"Guaranteed...that is to say, it is possible for me to earn more in the future, right?"

"Yes," Mikhailo nodded, "but everyone has their own aspirations, some people are willing to go further, some people think that this is enough - we always respect the personal wishes of our guests, no matter what you choose in the future, we will support."

Hesta thought for a while.

"But I still don't understand something..."

"Just say it."

"You can sell me at a high price because Hesta people are very scarce." Hesta said softly, "But in the final analysis, I am just a mother receiving embryo transfer during this process, and I cannot transfer my Physiological traits are passed down—”

Mikhailo's expression changed slightly, "Oh, of course you can't be a mother who simply accepts embryo transfer.

"Indeed, if an important customer requests, we will occasionally take the kind of ordinary business you mentioned... But your situation is different. If you can't inherit your red hair and eye color, your scarcity will be impossible to talk about, so You're going to have a child of your own, do you understand?"

Seeing that Hesta seemed surprised, Mikhailo's expression became more serious.

"You can't just be a mother vessel," Mihailo repeated, "this child has to be born with you and the client!"

(End of this chapter)