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Chapter 401 Plan

Sugar industry industrial associations, paper industry industrial associations, wheat farming industrial associations... all industries across the nation were integrated by the system into over three hundred such associations, belonging to more than forty different industrial chains.

Each industrial association, and every production line under its purview, would have a daily production quota, and this quota would be completed as the assigned task for the relevant workers.

There was no need for overproduction driven by profit; they only needed to ensure sufficient quantity and quality, meeting the system's requirements. Overproduction, besides disrupting its plans, was meaningless and easily led to a sacrifice in quality.

To Bai Mo, who viewed the nation as a single entity, most items produced by society were like the gastric acid secreted by the human stomach: too little led to indigestion, but too much also affected health.

Compared to the "invisible hand" of the market, planning could, under certain circumstances, better allocate resources and reduce waste caused by the sole pursuit of profit. However, there were two prerequisites: first, the plan itself had to be a good one, and second, there had to be precise execution capabilities.

The Destiny System forcibly achieved the second point through absolute might, but the effectiveness of the first point still required time to verify.

And the changes began with the earliest risers.

Waking up, whether they were heading to work or not, everyone walking on the streets felt as if they had crossed a temporal rift, suddenly arriving in a world many years in the future.

The street vendors at the breakfast stalls were all meticulously clean, with not a speck of litter around their stands. The pancakes, too, uniformly used bright, fresh oil, rather than the occasional mix of reddish-brown, unidentifiable strange oils.

Traffic on the roads was also abnormally harmonious. Vehicles that used to weave, cut in, and change lanes arbitrarily were almost extinct. The orderliness made it feel entirely unlike the Huaxia Federation. Occasionally, for vehicles that violated traffic rules, one could see the driver's almost tearful expression through the glass.

Walking on the streets, instances of spitting or littering were few and far between. Even in rural areas, where such matters were previously given little regard, people suddenly became exceptionally attentive.

From time to time, one could see someone who had habitually spat on the ground suddenly stiffen for a few seconds, then look as if they wished they could suck it back in.

All of this stemmed from the system's punishment mechanism.

Whenever a regulation was violated, not only would the corresponding number of morality points be deducted, but the system port located within the host's body would also send signals to their nerve cells, generating a five-second pain signal without causing any additional danger.

Just like Gaia's Spirit Devourer virus at the time, this control method was sufficiently effective for humans of the Fourth Tier and below. However, for those who had entered the Fifth Tier, whose life forms had undergone their first metamorphosis, such minor tricks had very limited impact.

"Humans acquired the instinct not to touch fire through the sensation of pain. In time, perhaps obeying the system's regulations will become a new instinct?" Bai Mo mused, looking at the people below.

"Where there is oppression, there will be resistance." Just as Bai Mo was deeply contemplating this question, words from the Acolyte of the Red World suddenly appeared on a public computer.

According to the agreement between the four of them, from the day the Destiny System officially took effect, the three of them could no longer enter the dominion controlled by Bai Mo in any form that carried power.

Because for almost everyone, they were an unstoppable natural disaster. Bai Mo, having personally experienced their ability to stir up trouble, naturally harbored no illusions of luck. One Red World calamity had already been deeply etched into his memory.

But this didn't prevent them from bantering idly amongst themselves. The Acolyte of the Red World sent a message from across the ocean via the internet.

"At least for now, I have given them a better life, and the most crucial elements for maintaining normal societal operation—trust and a sense of security," Bai Mo said indifferently.

"There will no longer be food quality issues, nor any form of fraud."

The food quality inspection plan Bai Mo devised was exceptionally simple: it only required randomly sampling produced food at irregular intervals, having the relevant personnel open the packaging and eat it on the spot. Simultaneously, products were to be prioritized for factory personnel and their families. This was a two-pronged approach.

Everyone's daily work was arranged by the system. Idling fraudsters found no ground to exist, and the constantly troublesome, never-extinct mafia organizations of many years vanished into thin air overnight.

The big brothers and lackeys from all walks of the underworld were all sent to labor camps.

"But you have deprived them of the most important thing: freedom. Everyone's path can only move forward according to your will, and it must move forward."

"I'm not a bleeding heart, nor a saint. What was all my painstaking effort, my unscrupulous methods, for? It was simply to create a world where *I* feel comfortable, where *my* interests are maximized. What does it matter if others feel unfree or uncomfortable? I don't care if they die!" Bai Mo said nonchalantly.

"Human desires are endless. Perhaps within ten or twenty years, they will be eternally grateful for your high-welfare policies, but once they become accustomed to them, will things still be this way?"

"For thousands of years, you humans have yearned to become so-called 'superiors,' gaining the greatest satisfaction by stepping on your peers to become 'those above.' You've used violence to utterly shatter this hierarchical pyramid, cutting off that possibility. But can this truly last?" the Acolyte of the Red World asked earnestly.

"What exactly are you? An informational life form, like an otherworldly demon? Why are you so skilled at discussing such topics!" Bai Mo sensed that something was amiss.

"You will know one day. In three to five hundred years, you too will become one of us," the Acolyte of the Red World said, hinting at a secret.

"I'll be waiting."

...

"Mrs. Chen, according to the system's arrangements, that house..." A middle-aged man, appearing to be in his thirties and marked by the hardships of life, led his family of four to the front of a house.

The middle-aged man's family circumstances were far from ideal. He had worked in the capital, Tianqing, for ten years, and after covering his living expenses, he had only saved over three hundred thousand Huaxia coins—a far cry from the millions required for a down payment on a house.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never catch up to the middle-aged woman before him, who, as a native resident of Tianqing, owned four or five houses from which she collected rent.

He had simply been a tenant, renting one of the houses under her name.

But the system had completely changed their relationship. Under the 'one person, one home' allocation system, the middle-aged man's family instantly transformed from tenants into owners. Though from the system's perspective, there was no difference; it was just a name change on a document.

Following the principle of proximate allocation and minimizing relocation, countless individuals like him transformed directly from tenants into owners.

PS: Recommended reading: *Records of Observations in a Collapsing Plane*, by a fan of the Big Eyeball.