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Chapter 524 The Cruel Truth (Second update, please subscribe)
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, instantly lighting up the dark sky. The rolling thunder merged with the sound of rain.

Big raindrops hit the ground, causing splashes of water.

The man standing in the bookstore just stared at the rain outside the window and continued.

"That person says every day that this is a company with more than 3000 million people, but isn't that true? Maybe it's not a company with more than million people? Almost all of them are working for him. And he controls most of the people in Nanyang. Life and death, everything from child care to food, housing and transportation.”

Lighting a cigarette and staring at the heavy rain outside the door, the man continued:

"Nanyang is said to be a country, but in fact it is a company. The companies derived from the North Borneo Company may seem to have no connection, but they are actually one. They cover all aspects of the life of every ordinary person in Nanyang—— Wearing clothes produced by Tianyi Clothing, living in a house built by Hetai Real Estate, walking on roads built by Nanyang Road and Bridge, riding on trains produced by Nanyang Locomotive, sending children to play in the Happy Park, attending schools funded by the King’s Fund, and finally When you die, you have to go to the cemetery they manage... Even the food cannot be separated from them. Except for the air, everything else belongs to this big capitalist. "

After taking a puff of cigarette, the man looked back at the woman and said.

"No one can live without the company and the big capitalist. Almost everything in Nanyang belongs to him alone, but what do the people here have? Nothing!"

The man's tone was full of decisive strength:

"They have nothing! Even the bungalows they are proud of do not belong to them. They are just tenants. The same is true for everyone. Who is that person? Is he a big capitalist or a big landowner? No! He is a big landlord. The slave master, all Nanyang people, are like slaves from the moment they are born, squeezed and enslaved by him, working for him all their lives, but they have nothing... These Nanyang people... all of them We are in a slave country and we don’t even know it!”

Not to mention it was done, she didn't even see the target.

He didn't watch their performance, even if it was organized by the Southern French Friendship Association. Did he not take it seriously?
That’s not right, after all, the first lady attended the performance with her son.

The woman looked out the window at the chaotic traffic and crowded pedestrians. Some people shuffled towards the station, and some braved the heavy rain in the rainy season and walked towards the bus with heavy and slow steps. After being tired, One day later, back to their beautiful home that never belonged to them.

The woman was startled by the man's words. She listened to the sound of rain outside the door and saw someone walking past the door holding an umbrella. The woman quickly picked up a book and walked to the cabinet. While paying the bill, she looked at the man's face. Thick eyebrows and eyes persuaded:

Then the woman walked to the bus stop, and soon got on a bus. Sitting on the bus, thinking about the man's words, the woman's lips raised slightly.

This is the so-called Nanyang Dream!

The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she discovered that the couple had entered the subway station.

"Go to the palace!"

"The slave country...this is the so-called "heaven on earth"!"

"Brigitte, where are we going?"

Mary asked curiously. In front of Brigitte, she who was two years younger was like a little follower.

"You are too stressed and too tired. Take a good rest."

Where is the target person?

After saying that, the woman left with her umbrella. When the woman was about to reach the intersection ahead, the red light turned green, and a couple came from the opposite direction holding an umbrella and arm in arm. They were talking and laughing as they walked. The woman looked at She glanced at the couple and walked away at the corner of the street. The couple followed behind her, talking and laughing all the way. It was not until they reached the entrance of the subway station that the couple entered the subway station laughing.

Sometimes the truth is so cruel.

But the problem is...her target is that guy!

How to do?
When Anna was confused and even at a loss, Brigitte once again pulled Mary out of the hotel.

"I am too suspicious..."

not coming!

She looked at her watch and added:
"By the way, my friends from Europe are already here. Please don't cause any trouble recently, okay?"

The reality is really cruel!
Once upon a time, Anna was extremely conceited about her appearance. As the best swallow in Lubyanka, she was conceited. She thought that as long as she acted on her own, she would definitely be able to achieve her goal, but now?

Brigitte said.

"What? The palace?"

"Yes, I finally came to Chang'an. If I didn't take a walk around the palace, I would definitely regret it. Don't you want to go? The palace! There is a palace with a king and a queen!"

Looking at Brigitte, Mary suddenly said.

"Then...you don't want to eat him again!"

Mary's question made Brigitte blush, and she said loudly.

"Why eat him? Obviously, it's just a taste..."

Although she spoke in French, when she said these words, even though she was so bold, her face turned red.

"Stop talking about this, let's go to the palace!" Brigitte said as she unfolded the French version of the Chang'an map she took from the hotel.

"Now, our goal is to get to the palace!"

With the goal, everything couldn't be easier. He hailed a taxi. Although the driver didn't speak French, relying on the location pointed by Brigitte on the map, he still took the two blond beauties to the presidential residence.

After getting off the car, the two little girls looked at the official residence separated by an iron fence, their blue eyes full of curiosity.

Is this the palace?

It seems that the palace cannot be seen!

Although they were a little confused, the armed guards beside the door reminded them that this was a forbidden area for ordinary people.

"Brigitte, what should we do now?"

Mary asked,

"Well, now..."

Taking a deep breath, Brigitte said.

"Same as last time."

While speaking, Brigitte had already walked towards the guard.

"Hello, Mr. Officer, I am a friend of your president!"

The guard standing in front of the door glanced at the blond girl wearing a dress from the corner of his eye. His eyes were full of doubts. What were they talking about?
Despite his doubts, he didn't speak.

"Mr. Officer, can you call your commander?"

As the daughter of an airline boss, Brigitte was not afraid of stage fright. She was not afraid at all because of the rifle the guard held on his shoulder.

On the other hand, Mary looked around nervously. If anything happened, she would definitely run away immediately.

The two girls "blocked" the gate of the official residence, which attracted the attention of the officer inside. Just as he came out to accurately inquire about the situation, the motorcade drove over, and the guards on both sides of the gate immediately saluted with guns.

Seeing this, Biji quickly waved to the convoy.

"Li, Li, it's me, it's me..."

Although the car was traveling very fast, her actions still attracted the attention of the passengers in the car. After the car stopped and the windows were lowered, a pretty face came into view of the girls.

"Hello, girls."

Marguerite smiled at the two girls, she recognized them and said in French.

"You are members of the French Ballet Company that performed at the theater the night before yesterday!"

Why is it her?

It's Her Royal Highness the Princess!
Brigitte and Mary were both dumbfounded and saluted quickly.

"Your Highness."

How could it be her?

Where is the good guy?
Looking at the two girls with confused faces, Margaret only felt a little funny.

"You guys were shouting just now..."

Before Margaret could finish speaking, Mary betrayed her friend immediately.

"Your Highness, it's Brigitte...she wants to taste the king again."

Margaret was stunned by such a fierce answer and looked at Brigitte who was blushing.
Bu Jing asked with some doubts.

"How... do you know Li?"

When did he meet these two little girls?

Margaret was a little curious, wondering when he let the little girl taste it. Was it the last time we were in France?

(End of this chapter)