Urban System in America-Chapter 61 - 60: MONEY IS POWER

He leaned back in his chair, voice turning cool and deliberate.

"Send them over..."

On the other end of the phone, in a simple but spacious office,

a tall and strong middle-aged man was sitting attentively in the boss chair.

Hearing Rex’s words, he immediately straightened up, his eyes narrowing to a sharp glint, but he didn’t ask anything and hurriedly replied.

"Okay, sir. They’ll be with you soon—very soon."

"Okay," Rex replied without any surprise. He knew the other party would understand without explanation.

As for the address? They didn’t need stuff like that. In a few minutes, they’d be able to find his location.

Thinking about something, he continued,

"By the way, have someone investigate the Whitmore family. Nothing too deep—just basic information."

Hearing this, the other party’s eyes glinted with murderous intent. He was a smart man.

Connecting the dots, he understood why Rex had asked about men.

"Okay, sir. I’ll send the information to their hands," he replied in a deep, hoarse voice.

Pausing here, he suddenly spoke in a hushed tone,

"Do you need to ——?"

"No, no need for that. Just get me their basic info," he said, sitting upright.

"I’ll wait and see how the situation unfolds for now. So don’t do anything stupid."

"Okay, sir!" the other party replied neatly and didn’t ask anything more.

Hanging up the phone, Rex exhaled softly.

Talking to the other party was always tiring.

They always wanted to use the most direct and extreme methods, which he didn’t want—at least not for now.

He didn’t want to get too involved on that side.

Otherwise, despite having billions in wealth, he’d always have to live in tatters.

As for the Whitmore family... let’s wait and see what they do.

If they don’t disturb him anymore, that’d be great.

But if they do... then he’d have no choice but to think of something.

Shaking his head, he chuckled.

It seemed like even if he wanted to, he really wouldn’t be able to live too peacefully.

Thinking about the crux of the matter, he couldn’t help shaking his head.

Everything started with Logan insulting his parents.

If he had chosen to keep his head low and silently endure it like an ordinary person,

then none of this drama would’ve happened.

But of course, he didn’t do that.

He didn’t need to.

He had enough power now—so why keep his head down like a coward?

And his biggest reliance wasn’t actually his money or Uncle Johnson.

It was these men who were coming over.

You could have all the money in the world,

but without a life to enjoy it, it’s all useless.

And with these men, he didn’t have to worry about his life.

Which meant he didn’t have to endure—and could live the life he truly wanted.

Anyway, now that he thought about it, he finally understood one important thing:

It’s not that the rich and powerful *like* trouble.

It’s just that, unlike the poor, they don’t *have* to endure.

They have the power to stand their ground and come out unscathed.

But this causes seemingly small problems to become bigger and bigger.

Of course, there are people who actively seek trouble—but that’s another story.

And it’s not like normal people don’t face problems like that.

They do—far more than the rich and powerful.

But unlike them, they know their situation.

They don’t have connections or power.

And those people could ruin their whole life with a single order.

So they choose to silently endure.

Endure not just for themselves—but for the sake of their families, too.

And even if they wanted to retaliate, they can’t—due to their pitiful influence and means.

As for stuff like governments and police?

It’s almost laughable.

If it’s between people of nearly the same or lower standing, sure, it’s okay.

But if it involves someone with power and influence—

Well... there’s no "then."

The matter gets quietly buried without anyone ever knowing.

And of course, the result will always be: a common man suffers.

In some regions, police don’t even bother registering the case—let alone doing something about it.

Yeah. Life is unfair.

So fucking unfair.

And the only way to protect yourself is to pray...

Pray that you’ll be lucky like most people and never encounter a situation like that.

As for how effective that prayer is—well, no one really knows.

Just imagine—

I mean, just imagine for a second (and I hope and pray it doesn’t happen, but just theoretically imagine):

What if someone truly rich and powerful was hell-bent on harming you or your family?

As you are right now—what would you do?

Remember, the government won’t help you.

The police won’t listen.

And no stranger will bother to help.

What does your problem have to do with them?

What will you do?

The honest and brutal answer? Nothing.

You can’t do anything in that situation.

And even if, at your wits’ end, you *do* decide to do something extreme—

You still won’t be able to.

Their bodyguards—retired special forces—aren’t just for show.

Of course, there’s another way.

A much more reliable way than the first.

And that’s to make money. Crazy money.

Get rich as soon as possible.

So that you’ll always be on the other side of the spectrum.

So that instead of suffering...

You’ll make others suf— ——

*Cough, cough...*

Just ignore the last line.

It seems like he got a bit too passionate.

Anyway, he understood that his view might be a bit extreme, but as an orphan in his previous life, that’s just what he saw and understood.

And that’s the reason he was so ecstatic

when he found out that he was already rich, someone who could wield power and influence.

Because in this modern capitalist world:

POWER IS MONEY

and

MONEY IS POWER

And they both were a double-edged sword. It could shield, or it could cut. freewēbnoveℓ.com

It just depends on how you use them.

As an orphan in his previous life, he understood that far too deeply.

(End of Chapter)