"Why did you have to destroy all of this?"
Barney's voice was filled with confusion.
"Why would you become a murderer for a bunch of poor bastards like us? Why live like this, hiding in the sewers like a rat?"
The two young workers beside him also stared at Luigi.
They couldn't understand either.
In this country, class was an iron wall.
You only ever saw people scrambling to get over it. You never saw someone who'd made it over willingly jump back into the muck.
Luigi looked at them and gave a bitter smile.
"Yes, Barney."
Luigi spoke, his voice hoarse.
"I could have been one of them."
"I sat in the front row of my classes at the Wharton School of Business. The professors taught us how to read financial statements, build models, and quantify everything into numbers."
Luigi paused, his gaze growing vacant.
"Back then, I thought that was the truth: maximize efficiency, minimize risk."
"We used formulas to calculate future returns and curves to predict market trends."
