Chapter 407 Deep Virtual Reality 235

"The mechanized era has left many people behind. Machines replacing manual labor can save more costs. This is an inevitable choice of capital and an unchangeable development trajectory. However, this does not mean that those who are replaced by machines are useless."

The advantages of machines lie in their speed, accuracy, and continuity, making them suitable for repetitive tasks.

It's pointless for humans and machines to compete on this point.

People need improvement and advancement; they should be assigned jobs that demand high levels of skill, creativity, and flexibility.

Society tends to favor highly skilled labor.

“But…” A man with only one arm leaned against the corner of the wall, his eyes were numb, and a self-deprecating smile was on his lips.

"We can only do the jobs robots do. We don't know anything, we have no knowledge, no skills... We're not even as good as the cheapest robots, which are cheap and durable. Even if we reduce our value to the dust, no factory will choose us..."

The man began to sob, his voice low, his body curled up in a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

Tess moved her lips, then silently lowered her head.

These people seem to be abandoned by society, struggling to keep up with the pace of rapid historical development, but they can never catch up with the pace of development.

Silent gazes fell upon Xie Ning. To them, Xie Ning's words sounded like condescending advice, even though they were grateful to Xie Ning for selling them cheap medicine and providing them with a job opportunity.

However, they were not moved by Xie Ning's subsequent words. After all, didn't they know what kind of talent society needed?

They know it, but they don't meet that standard.

Because they have no opportunity to learn, and the accumulation of knowledge requires money, and no one will give them knowledge for free, they can only compete with robots for food.

Because they can't compete with highly skilled and knowledgeable people; they can't even meet that threshold, so how can they compete?

They only have a body that is not very healthy and a brain that can think.

A soft sigh drifted on the wind and into everyone's hearts. They saw a man in a white suit standing by the dilapidated window, his silver hair whipped by the biting wind, and the white lamplight casting a soft glow on him.

"What if I built a free school for you?"

What if I built a school for you? For you... These words struck them hard, and for a moment everyone forgot how to react.

Even the thugs who were squatting at the farthest point, listening intently to the commotion, their eyes filled with mockery as they munched on the piece of synthetic roasted meat they had finally managed to get, were stunned into place.

Build schools for them? And for free! Why?

No one understood. They were so used to the exploitation and oppression of capital that they didn't know how to adapt to this sudden act of kindness. They were just a useless bunch...

Much, much later, they suddenly realized that the world is bustling with activity, all for profit; the world is in turmoil, all for gain. That person, however, had never been caught up in the word "profit."

He generously gives to the people and is able to help the masses.