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Chapter 1384 1381. Cheers to this era of wildfire

In the evening, on the street that had returned to order but was still deserted, a simple carriage stopped beside the cemetery.

The small businessman Alyosha got off the carriage, turned back and gave a few words to the grocery girl in the carriage. Wearing an old windbreaker and looking somewhat respectable, he looked around and saw soldiers patrolling back and forth on the street, but there were more funeral processions.

The city of Bernie had just recovered from chaos, and all those who had died in the previous few days for various reasons were buried at this time, making the cemetery, which was usually deserted, become "lively".

Men and women wept as they gathered around the newly dug graves, where coffins of similar styles were placed one after another. The Winter Wolf priests, who normally did not take part in the funeral procession, took part in the ceremony in an unusual way.

Perhaps it was because of the inevitable rise of the Sanctuary of Wealth here that these priests, who had previously stayed in their comfort zone, felt the strong competitive pressure.

This is not a bad thing.

Otherwise, we would have to rely on those fake priests in the city who specialize in funerals, but they would be too busy to handle the current situation.

Alyosha didn't like the environment of the cemetery, but he had just returned to Bernie City this afternoon and he knew he had to come here. Whether it was to commemorate the end of various shocking changes in the past month, or to feel at a loss as to what to do with the various changes that suddenly appeared in his life, he needed a quiet enough place for himself to think carefully.

He faced a complex decision.

People around him tried to give him advice, but he still wanted to make decisions on his own.

The small merchant holding a bouquet of white flowers walked along the blue brick road to the cheapest and most remote area of ​​the cemetery, and soon arrived at Artyom's grave.

He was the one who collected the corpse, and he also paid for the cemetery and burial, using the money from the bag of gold coins that Artyom had thrown to him.

This has to be said to be a black humor of fate.

However, Alyosha found that a new grave had been added next to Artyom's grave. It also looked quite shabby, and a young man in shabby clothes was standing there mourning.

After noticing the small merchant coming, the young man with a hunting hat covering his eyes looked at him vigilantly, then nodded coldly to Alyosha. The small merchant also nodded in return and ignored him.

He bent down and placed the flowers in his hand on Artyom's tombstone, which was carved from marble and embedded in the earth. He then stretched out his gloved hand and wiped the dust and weeds off the tombstone.

He had mixed feelings.

The man lying in front of him was not his friend. If anything, he was more like an enemy. But at this moment, the small businessman really hoped that the bastard Artyom was still alive. At least that guy had a good brain and might be able to give him some useful suggestions.

The little trader had been staying in Booty Bay for the past few days.

He went there to seek refuge, but his identity as a wealthy voter meant that he received a reception that was not appropriate for his status in that place of debauchery.

The priests of the Sanctuary of Wealth tried their best to invite him to join the church. Even the big boss behind Treasure Bay, the very friendly and charismatic foreigner Boss Huo, invited him to dinner and chatted with him a lot.

This is the choice he faces.

Although the small businessman did not have much culture or knowledge, he knew that whether or not to join the Sanctuary of Wealth would directly determine how he would spend the rest of his life.

Anna, the girl from the grocery store, is inconsiderate and can only comfort Alyosha to make his own decision. However, Mrs. Vivian, who fled with him, actively persuades Alyosha to join the Sanctuary of Wealth and hints that her family can be Alyosha's investor.

To be honest, this enthusiasm makes small businessmen feel terrified.

In particular, Lady Vivian showed obvious seductive behavior several times, and the most "dangerous" one was when she almost had a frank encounter with the small businessman in the bathroom.

But Alyosha is just young, he is not stupid.

He knew very well that it was impossible for Lady Vivian, with her background, to sacrifice herself in return for saving a life. The two had very different backgrounds. The beautiful lady who came from a Chamber of Commerce family and married a noble lord had a shrewd mind. She must have seen some value in herself to do this.

Therefore, although Mrs. Vivian's charm in all aspects is very attractive to young people, her style of doing things makes small businessmen very uncomfortable.

He would rather stay with the clumsy and simple Anna, and the two of them get along well because they are from the same class.

"Alas, Artyom, this is the complication I face."

Alyosha whispered his current situation to the dead in front of him, and he sighed and said:

"You are an absolute jerk, and we have never been friends, but now in this city where I have no relatives, I have sadly discovered that if I want to hear the truth, I have to get it from you.

If you were alive, maybe you could be my accountant."

"cough cough"

Just as the small businessman was mourning the deceased sadly, a cough suddenly sounded beside him. Alyosha turned around in surprise and found that the strange young man in front of the tombstone next to him had not left. Instead, he leaned against the tombstone with a very disrespectful attitude towards the deceased, looking at him with a strange and subtle look.

The businessman thought that this guy was sick, but soon he noticed the gold coin in his hand.
Shining with wonderful brilliance.

That is a brilliance that only certain people can see. More importantly, he also has a gold coin like this in his hand.

Alyosha was so surprised by this discovery that he stood up immediately.

As if to a secret signal, under the satisfied gaze of the young man in front of him, the small businessman took out his holy emblem of wealth from his pocket.

"Sure enough, little brother, we are the same kind of people."

The guy with the hunter hat grinned, put away the gold coins, and reminded:
"Don't show this to other people casually in the future. If I'm not mistaken, the gold coin in your hand once belonged to Ivankov. To be honest, this little connection alone is enough for you to be stabbed to death by a street vagrant in this hateful city.

No one will mourn for you, everyone will applaud.

Come on, get to know him.

My name is Folsby Benger, you can call me Little Benger."

“Alyosha.”

The small merchant took back the gold coin, looked at the man in front of him with a suspicious look, and then looked at the tombstone. He said:
"Are you the son of the famous banker Sir Benger? I heard that old Sir Benger jumped from the city gate in despair during the chaos?"

"fake."

Little Benge glanced at his father's tombstone and said with a curled lip:

“My father was killed by a group of bankrupt bankers who were filled with hatred. They stabbed him three times and pushed him off the city wall with their own hands. It was my father who invited the Misty Sea Trading Company to join and took the lead in providing Ivankov with a large amount of cash before the company was about to go bankrupt.

The bankers believed that their losses were all my father's fault.

I clearly told him that it was a fatal invitation and not to go!

But the old man seemed to see through everything. He told me that the Benge family could not escape this disaster and it would have to end with blood. When he got on the carriage and entered the city that was already in chaos, he knew he could not come back.

However, I think he had a smile on his face when he was pushed down from the city wall.

Well, just treat it as an "examination", Alyosha, do you know why?"

The little businessman was a little confused by this question. He thought for a moment and thought of a terrifying possibility. He said to Xiao Benge:
"Are the banker's accusations true? Are the Benge family really accomplices?"

"Well, I prefer the word 'collaborator' to 'accomplice'."

Little Benge nodded with great satisfaction. He patted his father's tombstone rather frivolously as if he was patting his father's shoulder, and whispered:

“Because of a defection at the last minute, the Benge family received an unimaginably rich return in just one transaction. My father praised it as the most profitable deal he had ever made in his life.

He is 67 years old.

To be honest, even if this didn't happen, he wouldn't live long.

But the goddess of wealth was so generous that my father died in triumphant satisfaction. To him, this was not even a punishment, but just the cost of doing business.

Yet you also saw it.

I can't even bury my father in a high-end area of ​​the cemetery. I can't let other colleagues notice that my family has made money. I can only maintain the illusion of bankruptcy.
How to launder the hot, bloody wealth is indeed a big problem, so cooperate, Alyosha, because we are all voters of Ms. Dutna, and because we have all experienced Mr. Ivankov's feat from different perspectives.

We have plenty of reasons to work together.

As a collaborator, I am willing to give you some advice on how to deal with the current situation on behalf of your dead friend."

"cooperate?"

The small businessman sneered and said:
"When everyone called Ivankov a liar, you called it a 'feat'. This alone shows that we are not of the same kind. I don't know what you have learned from the disaster that Ivankov created, but for me, I just hope that people like Ivankov will never appear again.

They should be the devils under strict surveillance in hell, and every time they escape to the human world, they bring misery to the people."

"Ah, it's a pity that fate has to make you and me like this, Alyosha, don't resist!"

Xiao Ben Ge said jokingly:
"When you received this holy emblem, you were already chosen by fate. Whether we are the same kind of people or not has nothing to do with whether we can cooperate. Would you give up the wealth that is right in front of you just because your partner is a jackal?
Come on, I'll give you some advice first, and then we can talk about cooperation." "Go ahead, I'm all ears."

Alyosha felt that his level was not enough to deal with a highly aggressive guy like Xiao Ben Ge.

Fortunately, during the few days in Treasure Bay, he did learn some social skills from the priests of wealth. He tried hard to make himself look like he didn't care about this "deal", because no matter what kind of social game it is, those who don't care about winning or losing will always be closer to success.

"I want you to eat the 'cake' that was delivered to your door!"

Little Benge took out a pack of cigarettes and smoked one for himself, then gave one to Alyosha. As the two young men smoked in front of the two dead men, the small businessman heard the guy in front of him say to him:

"That Lady Vivian treated you as a rare commodity, but the only thing she could invest was her own body. Although she had family support, the fact that she was married to a minor lord in the suburbs of Kavhoka as a lover was enough to prove that she was not favored at home.

So don't be fooled.

Now she needs you more than you need her!

In this case, as a reserve voter, you can fully exercise the privileges of the strong, enjoy her and use her as a connection to get the first pot of gold from the executive director of the Chamber of Commerce in Batacin City.

But it is very important that you can only treat her as your plaything!

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That woman is thoughtful but restless. She is not worthy of your trust at this stage unless she can pass your "loyalty test" in the future. The person you can truly trust and drive is Miss Anna.

I suggest that you send Miss Anna to Booty Bay for accounting and assistant training.

Just like Ms. Guinevere beside Mr. Ivankov, she will become your right-hand man in your career in the future, like a green peach, which is far from being enjoyed, but you must hold her firmly in your hands.

Alyosha, if you become successful in the future and have to choose a mistress for your family, Miss Anna will be the most suitable candidate.

You come from the same class, have been through hardships together, and she owes you her life. Most importantly, her life changes depend on your help. This kind of partnership is better than any physical connection."

Xiao Ben Ge is obviously a playboy and is very familiar with analyzing relationships between men and women.

Although it was a bit despicable, the small businessman did think that Ben Ge's analysis made sense, and he kept it in mind.

Then little Benge blew a smoke ring and said to Alyosha:

"You can't refuse the invitation from the Sanctuary of Fortune, Alyosha. You don't realize the influence of the terrible connections there on your future. They also invited me, and I accepted without hesitation.

That's a platform!
A platform that allows you to easily cross classes. Mr. Ivankov was once just an old soldier, but the Sanctuary of Wealth changed him.

That place will change us too.

It is said that the mysterious "mentor" who created Ivankov will personally teach us reserve voters.
This alone should be enough for you to make a decision.

Whether you like money or hate money, whether you pursue wealth or resist wealth, Alyosha, I hope you will seriously examine your current situation.

You are already standing at the crossroads leading to a bright future. Do you really want to give it all up and go back to the countryside to be a merchant?

Apart from anything else, when Ms. Vivian showed you her body in a flattering way, didn't you have any impulse at all? If you were still the small businessman selling goods, do you think she would pay attention to you?

This is the power of wealth, this is the power of power, the power to shape and manipulate others at will, and it is the privilege of a few people!

And that’s what you’re going to become!”

Little Benge threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He took a last look at his father's tombstone and said:
"My father risked everything to earn this for me. I will never give up. This is the lesson I learned from Mr. Ivankov's feat. If you want to be on the table, you have to have strength. Either on the table or on the menu."

The small businessman did not answer.

Benge knew that he needed some time to think, so he patted him on the shoulder kindly, put a business card in his hand, and turned to leave. But just after he took a few steps, Alyosha stopped him and said:

"You just mentioned cooperation? I just happened to have a business idea here."

"Oh?"

Little Benge turned his head with great interest, and heard the little merchant say:
"The old town of Bernie was burned down. Whether the people in the city hall are willing or not, they have to rebuild it. It is impossible for the nobles to do it themselves. They need a contractor.

Vivian's father happens to be the executive director in charge of building materials at the Batacin Chamber of Commerce. I can use this name to obtain the hosting rights from the official, and there is a high probability that I can succeed.

And you have money, so we can work together to take care of this project."

"But the masters will keep the remuneration very low, and the money they have is indeed swindled away."

Xiao Benge frowned and said:
“This business is not profitable at all.”

“But you don’t want to make money.”

Alyosha took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it on the ground. He blew out smoke rings and said:

"You are just laundering money, but I need to use this project to get more follow-up investment from Vivian's father. This project itself is not important, but it can provide what the two of us need most right now.

So, do you want to come together?"

"What a genius idea!"

Xiao Benge's eyes lit up and he exclaimed:

"Is this what you came up with? You are worthy of being the chosen one of the Goddess of Wealth!"

"Do not."

The small merchant looked at Artyom's tombstone and sighed:
"This guy came up with it. He might be more suitable to be the voter than me. Unfortunately, he has bad luck."

"Luck is also a part of strength. Good luck is a gift that countless people seek but cannot obtain."

Little Benge came up to Alyosha and said:

"Don't be so unconfident, my partner. You need to show some courage. Here is a method that can help you quickly build up your confidence as a man."

He thrust a strange little box into Alyosha's hands, patted him on the shoulder and said:
"Now, immediately, go and sleep with Madam Vivian! Did you hear me? This is for the sake of our cooperation. If you can't stand the torture of that noble lover, take one pill. This is a secret medicine circulated in the Transian Governor's Mansion. Lord Murphy said it was good after taking it!
But there is an important question at the moment.

I know that there are more than just the two of us who are the wealthy voters in Bernie City, and we need to find the others.”

"why?"

The small businessman asked curiously, and Benge's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he whispered:

"Of course we warned them not to compete with us here, just like demarcating territory! Now the impoverished people's livelihood in Bernie City can't accommodate so many wealthy voters with their own abilities. This place now belongs to us two brothers!"

"This is simple."

Alyosha sighed:

“Look for those who took the initiative to withdraw their investment after the first dividend of Class A commodity investment. There must be people like us among them. But I am very curious, Ben Ge, what exactly do you want to do with your enthusiasm and initiative?
You are not short of money anymore, you can take your family to live a paradise somewhere else."

"Two reasons!"

Little Benge took Alyosha's shoulder, pointed to the devastated city behind him, and said:
"My father died here, how can those murderers go unpunished? As a son, I must avenge my father! This is the first reason, and the second reason.

Look at this city, Alyosha.

The last legend born here was called Ivankov, and I hope the next legend will be called Benge. Bernie City is a place that has attracted the attention of Ms. Dutna, and more legends will continue to be born here. "

The small businessman nodded.

He glanced at Ben Ge and thought, if this city can only have one legend, doesn't that mean that the young partners will have to fight each other in the end?
Is this the fate of wealthy voters?

"Don't look so sad."

Little Benge seemed not to notice what was in Alyosha's mind. He took out a small wine flask and two cups with lids from his arms, poured a glass into them, and said:
"Come! Let us toast to this ambitious era!"

"Ah."

Alyosha raised his glass.

After taking a look at the surrounding cemeteries, he said softly:
“And to the old era that has collapsed.”

(End of this chapter)