Chapter 230 [Finally Caught the Trick]

At the same time, Little Jamal also agreed with what his master Bel Singh said, that the iron must be hard before it can be forged. Without good armor protection, the Singh family is like a piece of white fat meat, wandering among these politicians who eat people without spitting out bones, and can be bitten at any time, or even swallowed into the stomach.

This armor coat is the power in your hands. As long as you climb higher and have greater ability, the Singh family will be safer. Your master will not be wronged. The so-called humiliation of the master is that they, the slaves, have no ability. The Singh family can give them everything, but what can these servants use to repay them?

So Little Jamal was extremely angry, but he calmed down quickly, returned to his normal state and smiled slightly. Turned to the kitchen to prepare to boil water, because Master Singh had a habit of drinking a cup of hot tea to refresh himself whenever he woke up.

A few hours later, there was just a movement in Bel Singh's room, and Little Jamal started to make tea. Ten minutes later, Bellsinger even staggered out of the bedroom and smelled the aroma of black tea.

He smiled and nodded to Little Jamal to express his gratitude. Sitting on the sofa, a cup of steaming black tea was handed to him. Such a life is really wonderful. Bellsinger said to Little Jamal beside him while drinking tea.

"The dinner party later is related to your future position. No matter what harsh conditions the other party talks about, you must endure it. When you have the ability, you will seek justice for me. Now you don't have that ability, so you must endure it. Do you hear me?"

Little Jamal usually has a very good temper and always smiles when talking to anyone, but when it comes to his own interests. When protecting himself, he will immediately become another look, baring his teeth and claws to eat people, even if Little Jamal can't stand being wronged and has an attack on the spot, then everything is over. It is necessary to remind him.

Little Jamal sat aside and nodded with a smile, saying, "Don't worry, Master. I won't make it difficult for you. Just as you said, without strength, our family will be at the mercy of others."

"What is strength? It is the umbrella of protection in the officialdom. The higher I climb, the greater the benefit to you. I will not destroy my future. Don't worry. When our family has strength, we will settle accounts with these bastards."

This is my good servant. Belsinger patted Little Jamal's knee in agreement, handed him a cigarette, and said with a smile. "Remember one thing, our family will become richer and richer, and problems that can be solved with money are not problems."

"If it can't be solved with money, then it is the real difficulty, and you need to do it yourself. So it doesn't matter if you lose some money, just make it back, what's the big deal, right?"

How can it be wrong? Your master has spoken, can it be wrong? Little Jamal could only smile bitterly and nod. My master is really not an ordinary person, and the words he says are so classic. Problems that can be solved with money are not problems. Problems that cannot be solved with money are problems. At that time, I have to step forward myself. I don’t know if I can achieve the result that the master wants.

So little Jamal felt a lot of pressure. Bell also saw this in his character. He smiled and patted his leg and said. "Stinky boy, relax a little. I won't use you within five years, so try your best to climb up during this time. How high you can climb, how high you can climb, what resources you can use, the entire Singer family will revolve around you, even if you use money to hit me, you will also hit a way out. What are you afraid of?"

At this time, little Jamal said with a strange expression, "Master, I can deal with those old foxes in the officialdom with ease. But I really have trouble dealing with those textbooks. Can I not go to night school? It's enough to know a few words. Why do I need such a high level of education?"

Bell Singer patted his head helplessly. The people around him can fight and kill, and they can do everything. But they can't go to school. Holding a pen is like holding a thousand-pound burden. Is it necessary to be like this? When I, your master, took the college entrance examination, it was like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

I snatched a university place by force, and killed so many competitors? Why doesn't it work in front of you guys? Of course, going to college is a matter of the last life, so I kicked Jamal with regret and scolded him with tears and laughter.

"You useless people, is it more uncomfortable to hold a pen than a knife? Let you learn culture and cultural knowledge is to let you develop better in your career. How terrible it is to be uneducated, so you must get a college diploma for supper, you must bring it back to me, otherwise I will deal with you."

To be honest, Bel Singh overestimated the cultural level of Indian officials. How many of those officials are college graduates. Some people in high positions can't recognize a few big words, but they still handle documents. It depends on whether you study hard. A college diploma is still a stepping stone, and a solid stepping stone is useful everywhere.

After chatting for a while, as the sun was setting outside, Belsinger chose a clean long gown, followed by Jamal, who was carrying two bottles of Moutai, and staggered downstairs to get on a three-wheeled motorcycle. After turning a few corners, they came to the best restaurant in town and arrived at the customized private room in advance. There happened to be karaoke in the private room. After singing two songs casually, they heard lively voices coming from outside.

The manager of the restaurant was greeting Mayor Kata, and heard the footsteps. Mayor Kata brought people here. This is to eat the rich. Who made him rich? He should bleed when he should, otherwise how can he succeed.

After a while, the door of the room was pushed open, and the fat mayor was the first to wander in. Seeing Belsinger open his hands, the two hugged each other. Mayor Kata patted the shoulder of Singer on his back, and he grimaced in pain, and then smiled and said.

"Stinky boy, it took you so long to find me, isn't it too much? Today I will bring people to eat your rich family, see if you feel sorry or not? Hahahaha."

Being able to follow Mayor Kata and attend the banquet organized by himself, these people on the other side seem to be Mayor Kata's confidants. After both parties sat down, they talked and laughed and began to eat and drink. After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Mayor Kata knocked on the table to let everyone quiet down, and looked at Belsinger in a daze and said.

"Little guy, tell me what you want to talk to me about. I know you are very busy. You must have encountered some troubles if you can invite me to dinner tonight. Tell me."

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"Mayor Kata is very observant. Let me introduce him to you. This is the grandson of my housekeeper. He is also my brother who grew up with me. He has a conflict with his family and can't stay here anymore."

"Otherwise, his grandfather would skin him alive, so he dare not go home. The conflict between the grandfather and grandson is very serious. Can you find a place for her to settle down in the town first?"