Chapter 767 The Hope that Breaks Out of the Ground (1/2)

Before coming to Golden Gallen Port, Suni had always thought that the residents here were conservative, feudal and even a little stubborn.

Just like those believers who believe in the spirit of the sand sea in Luoxia Province, they will always carry a handful of rust-smelling sand in their pockets.

The thieves never dare to cut the pockets of these guys. After all, even if they lose their money, they will only call the police. But if the sand in their pockets is gone, they really dare to kill.

In order not to offend the locals, and not to be beaten to death by the other party's family when he was picking up girls, he carefully consulted the Yue tribe girl who worked at Yiren Bar in Chips Harbor when he was still in the southern sea, and carefully considered the religion of Borneo Province. , taboos, customs, etc., are even written in the booklet carried with you, which can be said to be a complete guide.

However, when he actually arrived at Golden Gallen Harbor, he found that what his ears heard and what his eyes saw were completely different things.

There are not so many twists and turns and taboos here.

The locals were only conservative towards themselves. Far from being conservative towards outsiders like him, they were even more open-minded than he imagined.

There are bars in Chip Harbor, and there are also bars on the circular island, but no one has ever been so drunk that after just one sip of beer, he would get drunk and lie down in his arms and blow into his ears.

By the way, are all the people here so drunk? !

If he hadn't brought a mirror with him, he couldn't help but suspect that he was actually really handsome. It was just because the roundabout was too small that no one noticed, and his gang of friends deliberately suppressed him.

Although he enjoyed it at first, he got tired of it after too many times.

Compared with the original Yu Wang, he actually enjoys the sparks created by the collision of two different souls. However, most people here just want to sleep with him. When they are done, they lie on his chest and talk about life, dreams and the future. Plans, talking about bicycles and the next generation... His head is about to explode. He is only twenty years old, what does he want to do with those things?

Besides, bicycles have their uses. If you want to run faster, wouldn’t it be better to drive a speedboat?

What frustrated him the most was that he came here with the impure motive of "hunting women". However, after coming here, he found that he had become the "prey". The girls sitting in front of the bar were even better than He can also play.

This feeling was not good at all, it could even be said to be so bad that he was so depressed that he gave up drinking.

Not just bars.

The same is true at work.

For example, his first job was as a tutor for the daughter of a wealthy local businessman.

This job was introduced by a Weiland intermediary. It is said that the wealthy businessman was once a nobleman of Golden Gallon Port and had been very rich since the Nihak period.

The salary for this job is also quite high, with 10,000 silver coins a month.

The employer only had one requirement, and that was that he must be from the alliance, and the South China Sea Alliance was considered an alliance. Anyway, the Weiland agent said it was no problem, so he took the job.

He originally thought that the nobles living in big houses would be more reserved, but he didn't expect that not only the girl was always touching him inadvertently, but also the wife of the wealthy businessman was flirting with him intentionally or unintentionally.

Suni felt like he was going crazy.

Especially after he heard that there was a business relationship between the wealthy businessman and the famous local gang "Assassin Gang".

Faced with a generous salary and a small life, he finally chose the latter and reluctantly quit this high-risk job.

Of course, it must be said that only a small minority of people are abnormal.

Just like a large group of hungry people rushing into the cafeteria, it is inevitable that some people will be like reincarnations of starving ghosts, eager to eat back the food they did not eat in their previous lives, and finally be carried out sideways.

Compared with the extreme situations of being reluctant to eat or eating to death at one time, most people are still very normal. Working hard and studying well are the normal conditions for ordinary people.

It took him a week to adjust, and with the introduction of the City Hall Employment Office, he came to the local public school founded by Baiyue Company and became a Chinese teacher.

Most of the people who study here are the children of residents from nearby communities, some from poor families and some from citizens. Since the Golden Gallen Port authorities have promised to provide students with free lunch and breakfast, and literacy can lead to better jobs, the vast majority of locals are very cooperative with the compulsory education policy promoted by the authorities.

No matter which class of children they are, they are all very diligent, so diligent that even Suni himself feels a little ashamed.

They desire to change their destiny.

There is also free education in the roundabout, but he went to college in a muddle. After graduation, he went to a cannery, then worked at the dock, and later he just collected unemployment benefits and worked hard...

Compared with these boys and girls, he spent the past 20 years in a state of confusion.

Inspired by those diligent and studious eyes, he also worked up a hundred and twenty percent spirit and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the cause of education. He even sent a telegram to his friends in the roundabout, asking them to send books there. , I made up for the knowledge I had forgotten before.

Although the salary paid by the public school is not much, only 12,000 gallons per month, it is still much higher than the salary of local residents.

Moreover, the cost of living here is very low, and it is cheap to eat, travel, and get a haircut. However, imported goods, luxury goods, and assets are more expensive, which is very suitable for a "street wanderer" like him who has no pursuit of life.

However, there is a saying that his current life can no longer be regarded as a mess. It can even be described as free from low-level interests and extremely fulfilling. He has found something that can truly be called a "career" and spends his whole life pondering it. .

Of course, even so, there will still be some rebellious guys from time to time who try to create some waves or surprises in his ordinary teaching career.

It was a sunny afternoon.

He had just finished explaining geometry to the senior class when he was blocked in the office by a tall girl asking for advice on mathematics.

At first they were indeed discussing mathematics, but it didn't take long for the girl to change the topic and look at him with full eyes.

"Teacher, what is your last name?"

Suni gave her a confused look.

"Su...what's wrong?"

The girl looked at him in surprise.

"I see, I always thought that Suni was your first name and your surname was something else."

Seeing that she was curious about her hometown, Suni said with a smile.

"We have a lot of naming styles there, mostly down to the parents, and my dad told me my great-great-grandfather was probably from the Refuge, but my great-great-grandmother was from the Islands. And then there are some that are not at all People with surnames only have first names, just like you here.”

The latter is common among wastelanders, and some special shelter residents choose to use slang that outsiders cannot understand, such as Vault 404.

The girl's eyes sparkled with curiosity about the outside world, and there was also a hint of longing.

"...We don't just have names, we actually also have surnames. For example, the Rat Clan has 13 pronunciations, the most common being Skaven, but the Snake Clan also has Skaven, so we rarely use surnames."

"So that's it. I thought you just didn't have a last name...Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend." Suni looked at her in surprise, but soon realized that his statement might be too frivolous, so he hurriedly said Added something later.

The girl smiled and said nonchalantly.

"It's okay, it's normal that you just came here and you don't know. By the way, my name is Anushka."

Suni praised.

"It's a nice name."

"Really... But I don't think it sounds good. There are too many syllables. I have always wanted to change my name." Anushka's pupils showed a hint of melancholy, and suddenly looked at him with full eyes, "What do you think? How about Suan or Sukka?"

The sudden straight shot caught Suni off guard, especially the face that suddenly approached and the hair tip swaying next to his cheek.

A wisp of fragrance penetrated the tip of his nose. He coughed dryly and took half a step back unconsciously.

"This kind of thing... I think you'd better seek your parents' advice."

"But you have more ideas than them." The girl took a step forward and looked at him with piercing eyes. "You are from the Alliance, right?"

"I'm from the South China Sea Alliance...it's actually quite far behind." Suni explained in a dumbfounded way.

"In fact, it's not that far. After all, you are so knowledgeable from there... It would be great if you could go there and have a look."

The girl's eyes were shining with hope, and there was also a hint of desire.

Suni wanted to say that there was nothing good there, the streets were narrow and short, and he couldn't stay any longer, so he came here to try his luck...

But looking at the expression on this girl's face, he knew very well that whatever he said was useless.

Just when he didn't know what to do, the sound of footsteps outside the office finally broke the abnormal atmosphere.

Suni breathed a sigh of relief after being saved. He didn't wait until the girl who said "I'll take you there" showed a disappointed expression, but still thanked him for his teaching, bowed slightly and trotted out the door with his book in hand.

Glancing at the girl who hurriedly walked out of the door, the colleague sitting next to him guessed what happened with his toes and looked at him and made a joke.

"It's a headache, isn't it? The girls here are so enthusiastic."

This colleague is the longest-serving employee here, and he is from Dawn City, so he has a lot of buffs.

The female colleague sitting at the opposite table was not satisfied with this statement and curled her lips.

"It's not just girls, but boys as well. I can meet three locals asking for directions every time I have a meal. I don't know who gave them the illusion. The residents of the Free State open banks every day... It's really enough."

Seeing her rolling her eyes, the colleague from Dawn City smiled and leaned on his chair.

"Hahaha...don't tell me, I actually heard about it when I was in Dawn City!"

Looking at him with murderous eyes, he shivered unconsciously and put an end to this unfunny joke.

Suni made himself a cup of tea, sat back on the chair, looked at the mist on the tea cup and sighed.

"To be honest, I'm worried. It's okay for this kind of trend to appear in bars, but it shouldn't appear in classes... Many girls in Chip Port are obviously from here, but they are completely different from them. Sometimes I can't help but I wonder if there is something wrong with our education methods. We should teach them not only knowledge, but also self-respect and self-love. Otherwise, if they don’t become slaves of Wutuo, they will become slaves of others... What’s the difference in the end?”

The teacher from Dawn City patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax, and don't always look for reasons in yourself. Maybe... the girls in French Fries Port are just cold to you. After all, you have been rejected by them before."

Suni shook his head.

"Okay, you are a guy from Dawn City. It may be a different story for you, but you have to admit that they are all the same people. The people there are indeed more normal than here... Damn, I just want to Teach well! Wait, I just want to teach well?”

He clearly remembered that before he came here, he came here just to pick up girls.

As a result, after only a month or two, he found that he had completely changed as a person and had become stoic.

Maybe that sentence is correct, only those with self-respect will be respected, and only those with self-love will be loved.

The people walking in this settlement are empty shells without souls. Before those people find their souls, it is really difficult for him to fall in love with the people here, and it is also difficult to find the kind of person he longs for deep in his heart. Love...not just a sleepover.

At this time, Suni suddenly noticed the newspaper on the desk of his colleague at the next table, and curiously reached out and took it over.

"By the way, there is also a survivor's daily report here?"

He flipped through it randomly, only to find that it was completely different from the newspaper in Chip Port. It mainly talked about the latest news in Golden Gallon Port and published some literary works contributed by local people.

"It only appeared recently. I heard that it was done by the Jiuji tribe and the Rat tribe. I don't understand it very well, but the things written on it are pretty good," the teacher from Dawn City drank a cup of coffee and said casually, "I It is brought back for students to learn literacy. The literacy effect is better than the textbooks in Dawn City. Recently, several schools are proposing to develop their own textbooks in Jingallang Port. Let us select some articles from the Survivor Daily and put them in the textbooks. I just collected the last few issues.”

An interested expression appeared on Suni's face.

"Can you lend it to me?"

"Whatever," the Dawn City teacher shrugged and said with a smile, "Just don't lose it."

"Thanks."

Anyway, there was still some time before the next class, so Suni opened the borrowed newspaper out of curiosity, and his attention was quickly attracted by the headline.

"Red Earth"

The author is Mr. Rat.

Is this talking about the origin of red soil?

He thought so at first, but found that things were not as simple as he thought.

"...A long time ago, I wanted to write a biography for General Rowell."

"That year it was freezing and snowy, with no light from the sun or the moon, but he made an unparalleled contribution and found a shortcut for his descendants to survive - eating dirt can survive. And the irony is that the person who made the unparalleled contribution is But he did not die well, and was buried in the soil by a group of ignorant people, and even spit on him a few times... just like the martyr who paid for everyone but was buried in the snow. "

"At first I thought those people were not smart enough, but then I met some descendants of the 'Shovel Man' and I was shocked to realize that those guys' ancestors were actually scholars, experts, engineers from the great era, and even some who originally supported General Rowell. Soldiers. These people are not stupid. It is obviously impossible to explain from an intellectual point of view. Ridiculing them makes me look smart and stupid. That is the only explanation... They all went crazy in unison, burying the only normal Lowe. Sir."

"I couldn't understand why so many people were crazy and wanted to harm a person who cared for, loved and even saved them just because he was too arbitrary...until I met L, a rat tribe guy living in White Elephant City. ”

"He was wearing shabby clothes. They couldn't even be called clothes, they could only be described as rags to cover his body. There was a scar on his head. It was said that he was a cigarette butt thrown by a young man who was wandering around the farm when he was doing part-time work on the farm. It was hot. That was something to be angry about, but every time he talked about that glorious moment, he felt quite proud. Whenever he met someone, he boasted that the scar was blessed by a noble person, and that he would be reborn in a noble family in the next life. I also felt that this sounded rebellious and I didn’t dare to tell the young master, otherwise he would cut off his head alive so that he wouldn’t even be able to get into the red earth.”

"The first time I saw him was at the master's farm. I saw him talking about how smart the young master was and how he was like the master. However, he didn't get any benefits and instead asked for a beating from the servants. I heard that he was also from the Rat Clan. Seeing the miserable appearance of his bruised and bleeding head, I wanted to go up to comment, but was stopped by others. After some conversation, I found out who L was."

"I hate him for not arguing, but I want to rely on the master's appreciation to make a living. I really have no right to blame him. Why haven't I praised the young master? Over time, I comforted myself, and then forgot about it. Until Baixiang City A big case happened, and it was said that the Yue tribe had rebelled again, causing panic in the whole city, and more Yue tribe members were going to be arrested. I comforted myself that this had nothing to do with the rat tribe, and it had nothing to do with the master’s servants, but I didn’t think about me. I actually saw him on the execution ground."

"The fates are so similar. The people who plant the red soil and the people who eat the red soil are both buried in the red soil. Therefore, before praising the greatness of General Lowell, I want to use L's story as a 'preface', which is also a story. A touching story..."

Suni opened the newspaper just to kill time at first, but he didn't expect that he would become obsessed with reading it at a glance. He actually forgot the time for a while, and didn't convulse until the school bell rang.

"Good guy."

Is this... something they wrote themselves?

Although the previous article is boring, the more you look down, the more you see the blood dripping under the skin and the silent cry like a ghost.

Suni whispered softly, feeling the rolling thunder echoing in his ears, like a deafening shout.

He is not a survivor of Borneo, but he can still hear the cry between the lines - the people here eat nothing but soil, they are clearly people who have been buried in the soil generation after generation!

He stood up from his chair, clutched the newspaper in his hand and rushed out the door.

He looked excited and energetic, and his steps were like wind. He didn't even bring the lesson plan that he never left his hand with... because he didn't need that thing at all right now.

His duty as a teacher told him that he must read these words to those children.

They should not be sitting there holding books for a boat ticket, let alone for the work visa promised by French Fries Port, or to find a messy place in the wasteland to sell themselves.

They should study for their own sake! To learn real knowledge, to understand the relationship between people, to understand the operating laws of all things in nature, to think about one's own position in mountains and rivers...

They need souls!

…

A private room in the Triumph Hotel.

Not only was there a half-hearted teacher who read aloud in a solemn classroom, but a rather mature young man also read the article "Red Earth" written in the survivor's daily newspaper.

Or to be precise, it is the preface to the long serialized novel "Red Earth".

The guy who calls himself "Mr. Rat" can be said to have almost taken off the underwear of the Rat people.

However, after listening to the entire article, Asin, who was sitting in the box, laughed loudly and tapped the armrest of the chair twice with his right hand.

"Hahaha, wonderful! It's so wonderful!"

A group of young men in formal attire stood behind him with serious expressions, their eyes filled with fierceness.

They are all the backbone of the Assassin Gang. They used to live on the street in front of the Governor's Palace with their boss. Naturally, there are also rat tribesmen among them.

The girl who read the article to him had fear in her eyes, and looked at the man sitting at the table anxiously.

She is from the Niu tribe and was a minor noble in Jingallang Port. She was forced to teach people how to read and write because of the need to make a living.

Obviously, the identity of the Niu people is not very useful here. Whoever can lead everyone to eat well and support their pockets is the real noble.

For example, the rat tribe member in front of him didn't look at her bloodline at all.

However, he still respected knowledge, so he was very polite to her, and he didn't seem to be angry with her because of the article she just read.

After checking that it was not early, Asin waved to the side, took out a check, wrote a few numbers on it and handed it to the "tutor" sitting next to him.

"This is last month's salary. I may be a little busy in the next few days, so I'll give it to you in advance."

The girl nodded quickly, took a look at the check in a hurry, and subconsciously held her breath.

100,000 gallons! !

She cast an incredulous look at him, but saw him wave slightly.

"The rest is the reward... My guests are coming and it's getting late. Let's go home."

The girl said thank you, lowered her head, and hurried away with red eyes.

Watching the aristocratic lady leave, Kunal looked at the boss who pretended to understand the newspaper with a confused expression, and hummed.

"Boss...don't you feel offended?"

Asin said patiently while trying to match the words and sentences he had just learned.

"Kunal, my friend, only terminally ill patients will vent their anger on doctors. If a person is hopeless, it is true kindness to let him eat well, drink well, and bury him in a grand manner. I advise him to smoke less. Two cigarettes have harmed him and his family... But you and I have obviously not come this far yet, are you eating dirt? "

Kunal shook his head like a rattle.

"Who would eat that now?"

"Yes," Asin smiled faintly, "At least the residents of Jingallang Port have stopped eating. At most, those who swim up from the river will eat, but that's only at the beginning... Sooner or later, one day, then Things will be like a thousand needles in the city of a thousand pillars, every one of them will be knocked down.”

He was still very young, and the survivors in the entire Borneo Province were very young. It was the feudal lords and the old nobles who were dying.

He was glad that there were so many young people who were as indignant as he was, walking on the same sunny road, even if they had different ideas.

While he was talking, there were footsteps at the door, and a tall guy walked in from the door.

He had a gun on his waist, and he was followed by only two followers. The LD-47 assault rifle on his back suppressed the momentum of the surrounding gang members.

These two guys are both ruthless men who have been on the battlefield, and they are the kind who charge in a hail of bullets.

The man walking in front had a lazy look on his face and a hint of unruliness on his brows. He walked in carelessly, not paying attention to the people around him at all.

But no one, including Asin, thought he was arrogant or rude.

After all, this guy does have something to be proud of.

When everyone was tied by their anklets, he was the only one who caught the gun thrown by the adult.

If catching the gun was just luck, then he relied on his fierce strength and took the lead in pushing the cannon to blast the door, knocking down the Lowell camp in a daze.

Compared to a mouse like himself hiding in the shadows, Asin knew very well that this was the real big shot.

This person is none other than Lacy, the director of the Civil Defense Office of the Golden Gallen Port District. He is responsible for the strategic dispatch and logistics of the militia, and is basically equivalent to the top leader of the Golden Gallen Port army.

In order to invite this big shot, he spent a lot of money on all aspects of communication and management.

Even so, the big shot only agreed to meet him once, and nothing else.

Asin quickly stood up, with a warm smile on his face and a gesture of invitation.

"General, please take a seat."

Sitting directly opposite him, Lacy gave him a bit of a pat on the back and got straight to the point.

"What do you mean by inviting me to be your guest?"

He signaled the waiters to serve the dishes with his eyes, and Asin looked at him with a warm smile.

"I heard that the general has been depressed recently. I just think that the general is working hard for the people, and I want to help the general solve his problems."

"Ah."

Lacy snorted, pushed away the waiter's hand reaching for the wine jug, took the wine jug and poured herself a glass, then placed the wine jug on the table.

"Help me solve my problems...you know how to deal with it. If you want to tell me, businessmen should do business honestly, do less illegal things, and stop stretching your hands everywhere, so as not to die one day. I don’t know. I drank the wine today, but I won’t be soft when it’s time to send you away.”

The corners of Kunal's mouth twitched, but as the two soldiers stared at him, he did not dare to move his shoulders.

Asin looked normal. After all, this was not the first time he was pointed at a gun.

"The general was joking. All the business I did in Golden Gallon Port was legal. I even helped the Alliance to dismantle several smuggling of drugs and human beings. If my men touch something they shouldn't touch, there's no need to do that. Sir, please give me some advice and I will clean up the house."

"That's none of my business." Lacy waved his chopsticks to stop him and just focused on eating the food, "It's your business."

Asin shook his head slightly and said respectfully.

"There is a Yue Clan resistance army in the north. I wonder if the general has heard of it?"

"I've heard of it...heh, so what if I've heard of it." Lacy sneered and curled his lips and said, "A bunch of ungrateful things. A village can build seven or eight hundred hills. They are noisy and inappropriate. He is also unlucky in doing things, and even more constrained when it comes to big things. He fights the stupidest battles with the best equipment, and is chased away by a second-rate army. He is worse than a rogue bandit. "

Asin's heart moved.

"Then in the general's opinion, what should they do?"

Lacy said without thinking.

"My opinion? Oh, I think there is no point in using so much nonsense. If you tell them to go east, they will go east, and if they go west, they will go west. If they are told to take a few steps, they will take a few steps. Let me see who dares to take one step more and one step less. If you don't obey, you will be killed. If you want to win the war, you must first attack your own people. If you don't dare to do it, go home and farm as soon as possible. "

Lacy became more and more angry as he talked. He was so angry that he dropped his chopsticks and shook his head.

He really didn't have anything in his stomach, and he couldn't talk about many military theories, but he was still anxious when he saw those guys fighting. They fought for so long without even gnawing down a settlement.

He sympathized with those compatriots, including the Yue people in Friesport, and even people from the Alliance sympathized with them and even had high hopes for them. At least in the opinion of the Fang Chang, these guys had suffered from persecution, and they would definitely not follow the old path of the empire again if they overthrew the empire in the future.

For this reason, Baiyue Company contacted the Yue tribe members who fought guerrillas more than once and gave them money and equipment. However, the final result was that these guys couldn't even defeat the local warlords who were doing business, and instead were used by the other side. Yang Kou started to respect himself.

He approached Fang Chang more than once, and also approached other people in the alliance, but the people in the alliance thought he was too murderous and worried that he would not be able to control Borneo Province.

Every time he thought about this, Lacy felt angry. Why couldn't he take care of it?

The alliance's method is certainly good, but only a few hundred people came ashore. Could it be that the transformation of Jin Jialun Port went so smoothly without him having any credit?

In order to frighten the die-hards and thugs who took advantage of the situation, he killed many people. The monsters he killed did not dare to take a breath. They said they would go east and never dare to go west.

In the end, the transformation of Golden Gallen Port was over, and he became a chamber pot instead. He was removed from the military power by the gentleman's move, and was placed in the office as a mascot, which was regarded as an explanation to the locals.

Asin can actually understand the resentment in this guy's heart. After all, the business he does is actually a kind of chamber pot.

The infrastructure of Golden Gallen Port requires a huge labor force, and it also has to absorb immigrants flowing from the ever-flowing river.

A huge uncontrolled labor force will inevitably breed violence, and it is impossible to completely suppress violence in a land without certain traditions by relying solely on laws or chanting scriptures. A basket must be used to contain the strength that has nowhere to be placed, lest they Take it out on ordinary people.

The Assassin Gang became popular through this stock.

As for Jiaotou Bay, he found a way out for himself, including investing in those warlords.

When the infrastructure construction of Golden Gallen Port is completed one day, the Alliance plans to throw away this chamber pot of him. He can also rely on his investment in Jiaotou Bay and the empire's territory to find a way out for himself and his family.

However, he is much luckier than Lacy. The infrastructure construction of Golden Gallon Port cannot be completed in a day or two. As long as he restrains himself under the eyes of the alliance, he will not be punished by the alliance. At most, he will be punished by Jin Gallen. The Hong Kong authorities are hammering away.

"...I understand your difficulties very much. Talents like you, general, should display their ambitions on the battlefield, not at the wine table."

Lacy chuckled, not paying attention to his flattery.

"Stop beating around the bush and just tell me what you want to do."

"The Yue Clan's resistance army is weak and incompetent, and they are being played like monkeys by the Tiger Army in the north. I think the final analysis is that they lack a brave general who can unite them and lead them to fight!"

Asin stared at Lacy with sharp eyes and put his right hand on the table.

"With your talent as a general, you are undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. Only you can twist those former slaves into a rope! In addition, you have learned the alliance's new military concepts, and you will definitely be able to defeat those feudal nobles. !”

He strongly agrees with this person's point of view. It is precisely because of unity that his Assassin Gang can defeat other gangs and have a place in Golden Gallon Port.

Lacy laughed loudly when he heard this. Naturally, he would not be incited by these words, but looked at him and made fun of him.

"You're a very interesting kid. You try all kinds of tricks to flatter me. If I don't expose you, you're still addicted. You and I are sitting here talking easily. Can you conjure up cannonballs and bullets for me?"

It's true that he is a rough man, but he is not stupid, and fighting is no joke.

No matter how talented Talassi is, he is nothing without the Alliance.

However, what he didn't expect was that the young man in front of him simply nodded and agreed.

"I will give it! I will give you ammunition for 100,000 people, and I will give you ammunition for one million people! As long as you are willing to go out and bring down the old emperor, I, Asin, will support you even if I lose everything! If you don't believe it, I am now Just go to the bank and get the money!”

Laci narrowed her eyes, put away the smile on her face, and looked at him intently.

"...To show your courtesy for nothing, you must be a traitor or a thief. I would like to ask you what you are after."

Asin didn't say anything, he just put the "Survivor Daily" on the table and gently pushed it in front of him.

"I, Asin, am a businessman. I only do business for the sake of making money, but I do it for no other reason than to earn a living... We rat people are not born to eat dirt."

Looking at the title on the newspaper, Lacy chuckled, grabbed the newspaper, put down his legs on his knees, shook his clothes and stood up.

"What a coincidence, neither do we Yue Clan people. However, I can't give you an answer to such a big matter. Give me three days."

After saying that, he stopped eating the rest of the meal, stopped drinking the wine he valued as his life, waved his sleeves and took the newspaper with him before leading the way.

Seeing the table full of uneaten dishes, Kunal felt a little distressed and looked at Asin.

"Boss... do you think he is reliable?"

Asin gently sat back on the chair, picked up the untouched chopsticks, and said lightly.

"Kunal, what do you think is truly reliable, and when will it be truly reliable? In other words, does he need to consider who is worthy of doing it or who is not worthy of doing it?"

"I... don't know." Kunal scratched the back of his head and said with a grimace.

"It doesn't matter whether our general can succeed or not. It's like the warlord of the Tiger Army obviously has business dealings with us, but we have to invest in him and their enemies at the same time."

Pouring himself a glass of wine, Asin said in a very soft voice.

"The wasteland is undergoing drastic changes that have not been seen in two hundred years. The Valley Province is reborn in the raging fire. The Jinchuan Province has also found hope in the flames. The same is true in the Haiya Province... We have been quiet for two hundred years, and we also need a hand. Fire. Now is the best time. The real empire is settling old issues and continuing the war that did not end completely two hundred years ago. No one has time to pay attention to us. Someone must take a shot now and let others be ready to take action. What kind of thing do people see riding on their heads?"

Outsiders can only see the obedience and forbearance in their bones, but as a rat tribe member, he knows better than outsiders that there is actually another word hidden behind these two words.

That's rebellion.

In other words, rebellious.

Just like a mouse, it is usually chased and played around by cats, but when it gets really anxious, it even dares to bite people.

As he spoke, he glanced around at the brothers around him and said pleasantly.

"... Come and sit down and eat. You know I don't like waste. Such a large table of dishes was originally ordered for everyone. I can't finish it by myself."

"Didn't you order it for Lacy?" Kunal asked the brothers doubtfully in his ear as he asked them to sit down.

Axin smiled lightly and moved the chopsticks for everyone first, even though he was not very skilled in using them.

"That gentleman won't eat with people like us. If word spreads, it will be bad for me and him. Having a drink before leaving will already give us face."

"His ambitions are much greater than those of a small character like me."