Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 510 Buying People's Hearts
"My... my lord, a group of soldiers are coming outside..." Huang Xingchu, the chief officer of the UNHCR, just stepped out of the threshold, and his panic-stricken subordinates rushed over to report.

Before Huang Xingchu could inquire, the door of the UNHCR had already been pushed open by a group of wolves and tigers. Looking at these soldiers rushing in with sharp weapons, Huang Xingchu thought of the night of the Wangjing Rebellion.

The same group of armed soldiers broke into the door without warning, and then a civil war broke out among the princes... Thinking of this, Huang Xingchu's legs couldn't help but feel weak.

However, Huang Xingchu can be regarded as a third-rank official at any rate. He has experienced the military chaos and seen the world. He resisted the panic in his heart and asked with a trembling voice: "Who are you? Why did you trespass on my refugee agency?! "

Huang Xingchu's voice was not loud, and no one heard the sound of neatly clanging war boots. Standing on the steps, Huang Xingchu was full of embarrassment. For officials like Huang Xingchu, these soldiers belonging to the Linchuan Guards had no take care of.

Just like this, Huang Xingchu stood on the steps in a state of embarrassment, seeing these tough fighters encircling the entire UNHCR.

Although these fighters are tough and full of murderous aura, they are very polite to the UNHCR officials. They just occupy various places and start to be vigilant.

Huang Xingchu had calmed down from the initial panic, and by observing the behavior of these soldiers, he had concluded that it was not a mutiny, and perhaps some important person came to the UNHCR.

But the UNHCR is a hot potato, and it is too late for others to hide. Who would come here? Huang Xingchu was puzzled.

Soon the answer was revealed. Surrounded by several soldiers with serious faces, a young man in black official uniform walked into the gate of UNHCR.

Seeing the Suzaku totem embroidered on Lin Chuan's official uniform, and looking at the sword and shield logos on the badges of the surrounding soldiers, Huang Xingchu hastily stepped forward to meet him.

"The head of the UNHCR, Huang Xingchu, pays his respects to the imperial envoy, Mr. Lin." As soon as Huang Xingchu opened his mouth, the rest of the UNHCR officials also responded, calling on Lin Chuan with uneven voices.

Low-level officials like them, how could they have the opportunity to meet the powerful officials of the dynasty, and they were excited and scared at the moment.

The excitement is to see the legendary Lin Chuan, and the fear is the wolves and tigers around Lin Chuan. After all, the majesty of the head of the Lin Chuan Supervision Office is too strong. According to rumors, Lin Chuan has become the incarnation of the devil. .

"My lords, you don't need to be formal, I'm just here to take a look." Lin Chuan stretched out his hand to help Huang Xingchu who was prostrate on the ground, and said with a pleasant face.

Huang Xingchu was helped up by Lin Chuan. Seeing Lin Chuan's gentle smiling face, most of the tension in his heart dissipated. He didn't even believe this young man with a gentle smile on his face. He was the one who killed people without blinking an eye. Mr. Lin?

While Huang Xingchu was observing Lin Chuan, Lin Chuan was also looking at the shabby and shabby head of the UNHCR in shabby official uniform. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was exhausted. There was no treachery or cunning in his eyes, but a trace of simplicity. If Huang Xingchu hadn't admitted it himself, Lin Chuan would have thought he was an old farmer who had just returned from the fields.

Huang Xingchu's simplicity left Lin Chuan with the first favorable impression. Looking at the crude official office of the UNHCR, Lin Chuan's favorable impression increased a bit. It seems that the UNHCR's life is not comfortable, and he can serve as the chief officer for five years. For a long time, Huang Xingchu can be regarded as an outlier if he does not go down five levels.

"Your Majesty Lin is here to make our refugee agency flourish. Please come inside quickly, Mr. Lin." Huang Xingchu seemed a little embarrassed because he saw the rumored character for the first time.

Although Lin Chuan looked gentle and humble, seeing that the rumors had penetrated into his bones after all, he was afraid that Lin Chuan was hiding a knife in his smile. After all, Lin Chuan was the one who killed the nobles with blood.

Seeing Huang Xingchu's uneasiness, Lin Chuan also smiled and didn't explain anything. Everyone was afraid of him, Lin Chuan, and it would be abnormal not to be afraid of him.

The living room of the UNHCR is equally shabby, and the only few chairs are old objects, and even the cups for drinking tea are broken and chipped.

Lin Chuan has also been to many government departments, all of which are complete with pavilions and pavilions, the items are extremely exquisite, the floors are covered with white marble, and they are spotless. This is the first time he has seen such a poor government office as the UNHCR.

Lin Chuan couldn't help asking Huang Xingchu, who seemed a little cramped where he was sitting: "Master Huang, your refugee agency is responsible for managing refugee affairs, and the money and food you have passed from your hands are not small. Why is the office so shabby?"

Hearing Lin Chuan's question, Huang Xingchu's face flashed a trace of embarrassment: "Don't dare to hide Mrs. Lin, the money and food passed through the hands of our refugee agency are quite a lot, but they are all life-saving things, and they are only in the hands of refugees. It is enough for each person to have two bowls of porridge a day, so we dare not waste even a grain of food. Although our place is a little crude, it can at least provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Lin Chuan nodded thoughtfully. He is good at observing words and expressions, and it seems that Huang Xingchu does not seem to be lying.

"There are not many officials in the UNHCR who work as hard as you do. I will reward you as His Majesty later," Lin Chuan praised.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin," Huang Xingchu expressed his gratitude, but then he said in embarrassment: "Mr. Lin, this award doesn't really matter to us, but our salary has not been paid for three months, and many people's families can't solve the problem." , and ask Master Lin for help."

Lin Chuan frowned: "You haven't received your salary in the past few months?"

Huang Xingchu sighed: "Don't dare to lie to Mr. Lin, we haven't received our salary for three months. The family really can't solve the problem, so we ask Mr. Lin for help."

"Why did the Ministry of Officials not pay the salary?"

Huang Xingchu replied: "I heard from the officials of the Ministry of Officials that the treasury is empty now, and we are asked to wait. This wait is March."

Seeing the embarrassment and embarrassment on Huang Xingchu's face, Lin Chuan felt very sad. The life of these officials who really serve the country is so difficult. Lin Chuan could hear it clearly at the military and political meeting. Three hundred million gold coins were used to pay officials' salaries.

Lin Chuan lamented that the corruption of the dynasty is already terminally ill, and freezing three feet is not a one-day cold, and ZTE really has a long way to go.

"Master Huang, I will ask for your salary for you. After all, you are under my control now," Lin Chuan first made a promise.

"Thunderstorm, send someone back to the government to extract [-] gold coins to rescue the adults of the UNHCR." Lin Chuan immediately gave instructions to the chief guard Leistorm who was sitting by the side.

"Lord Lin, you can't do it, you can't do it." Huang Xingchu hurriedly stood up to stop him.

Lin Chuan smiled and asked Huang Xingchu to sit down: "Master Huang, this is a small thought from me. You see, everyone can't get enough to eat. How do you do things? Are you right? After the big guy gets the money, he can do things with peace of mind in the future." Just do it."

There was a warm current in Huang Xingchu's heart. Everyone said that Lin Chuan killed people like hemp, and his heart was as hard as iron. Only at this moment did he feel the real Lin Chuan.

Tears welled up in the corners of Huang Xingchu's eyes, and his voice was choked up: "On behalf of the 21 UNHCR officials and their families, Huang thanked Mr. Lin."

"No need to thank you. I will be in charge of refugee resettlement in the future. You need to help more."

"We must live up to Lord Lin's expectations."

"Okay, Mr. Huang, I'm new here and I'm not familiar with the refugee situation. Please introduce me first." Lin Chuan changed the subject.

(End of this chapter)