This Game Is Too Realistic

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

Just like those believers in Luoxia Province who believe in the spirit of the sand sea, they will always have 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 people.

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 seriously consulted the Yue tribe girl who worked at the 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 down in the booklet you carry with you, which can be said to be a complete guide.

However, when he actually arrived at Golden Gallen Port, he found that hearing it with his ears and seeing it with his eyes were completely different.

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

The locals were only conservative towards themselves, but to outsiders like him, they were not only not conservative, but even more open-minded than they imagined.

There are bars in Chip Harbor, and there are also bars on the roundabout, but no one has ever been so drunk that after just one sip of beer, he lay down in his arms and blew into his ears.

By the way, are people here so drunk? !

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

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

Compared with Yu Yu's initial hope, he actually enjoys the sparks created by the collision of two different souls. However, most people here just want to sleep with him. After that, they lie on his chest and talk about life and dreams. The 㮽来㱕 plan, 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, a bicycle has a bicycle. 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 a "prey", and the girls sitting in front of the bar were even better than him. Can also play.

This feeling was not good at all, it could even be said to be so bad that he felt depressed and stopped 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 agent. It is said that the wealthy businessman was once a nobleman of Golden Gallen 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 had only one requirement, and that was that he must be from the Alliance. The South China Sea Alliance was also considered an alliance. Anyway, the Weiland agent said it was no problem, so he took the job.

He originally thought that noble people 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 wealthy businessman and his wife were flirting with him intentionally or unintentionally.

Suni felt like he was going crazy.

Especially after he heard that there was business dealings 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 abnormality is only a very small minority of people.

It's like a large group of hungry people rushing into the cafeteria. It's inevitable that someone will be reincarnated like a starving ghost, eager to eat something they didn't eat in the previous life, and finally be carried out sideways.

Compared with the extreme situation 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. After being introduced by the employment office of the city hall, he came to the local public school founded by Yue Yue Company to become a Chinese teacher.

Most of the people who study here are children from nearby communities, some from poor families and some from citizens. Since the Golden Gallen Port authorities promise to provide students with free lunch and breakfast, so that literacy can lead to better jobs, the vast majority of local people are very cooperative with the authorities' promotion of compulsory education policies.

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 finished 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 the diligent and studious eyes of those pairs of students, he also worked up a 10-20% spirit and devoted himself wholeheartedly to education. He even sent a telegram to his friends on the Ring Island, asking them to send books there. I sent it to make up for the knowledge I had forgotten before.

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

Moreover, the cost of living here is very low, and eating, traveling, and getting a haircut are cheap. 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 one thing to say: 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 a profession that can truly be called a "career" and has spent his whole life pondering it. something.

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 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 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.

"Since this happened, 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, mainly depending on the mother. My dad told me that my great-great-grandmother may have been a refuge resident, but my great-great-grandmother was from the Islands. Other than that, there are a few There are no people with surnames at all, just like you here, they only have first names.”

The latter is common among wastelanders, and some residents of special shelters choose slang names that are incomprehensible to outsiders, 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 tribe has 13 pronunciations. The most common one is Skaven, but the snake tribe also has Skaven, so we rarely get surnames."

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

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 showed a trace of melancholy in her pupils, and suddenly looked at him with full eyes, "What do you think? How about Suan or Sukka?"

The sudden straight ball caught Suni off guard, especially the face that suddenly approached and the tip of his hair that swayed beside 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 love... I think you'd better seek your mother's opinion."

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

"I'm from the South China Sea Alliance...it's actually quite different." 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 shone with hope, and there was also a hint of desire.

Suni really 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 what he said was meaningless.

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

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

He glanced at the girl who hurriedly walked out of the door and sat down next to him. She guessed what was going on with her toes and looked at him and teased him.

"It's a headache, isn't it? The girl here is too 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 also boys. 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 hold bank parties every day... It's really enough."

Looking at her with rolled eyes, the Dawn City colleague smiled and leaned on the chair.

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

Looking at him with murderous eyes, he trembled unconsciously and stopped the joke which was not funny.

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 doesn't matter if this kind of trend appears 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 I can't help but 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 witches, 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 faults in yourself. Maybe... the girls in Chips Harbor are just cold to you. After all, you have been rejected by them before."

Suni shook his head.

"Okay, you are a guy from Shuguang City, and it may be a different story for you, but you have to admit that they are all the same people, and the people there are indeed more normal than here...Mom, I just want to be good Teach! Wait, why do I just want to teach well?”

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

It had only been a month or two since then, and he found that he had completely changed as a person, becoming even more stoic.

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

Walking in this settlement is an empty shell without a soul. Before those people find their own 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 table next to him, 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 French Chip Port newspaper. It mainly talked about the fresh news from Golden Gallon Port, and published some literary works submitted by locals.

"It only came out recently. I heard 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 used to teach students how to read and write, and the literacy effect is better than the textbooks of Dawn City. Recently, several schools are proposing to develop their own textbooks for Golden Gallen Port. Let us select some articles from the Survivor Daily and put them in the textbooks. , I collected all the recent issues.”

An expression of interest 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 love was not as simple as he thought.

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

"That year in the ice and snow, the sun and the moon were dim, but he made an unparalleled contribution and found a shortcut for his descendants to survive - eating dirt can survive. The irony is that he made an unparalleled contribution. But he died a good death, and was buried in the soil by a group of ignorant people, and even spat on him a few times... just like the martyr who worked 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 wielders', and I was shocked to realize that those guys' ancestors were actually scholars, experts, engineers, and even some people who supported Lowell in the great era. Generals and 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 person. Lord Will."

"I can't understand why so many people are crazy and want to harm a person who cares, loves and even saves them, just because he is a little arbitrary... Until later I met L, a person who lives in the city. Rat tribe boy.”

"He was wearing shabby clothes. They couldn't even be called clothes, they could only be described as rags to cover his body. He had a scar on his head. It was said that he was burnt by a cigarette butt thrown by a young master who wandered around the farm when he was doing part-time work on the farm.㱕. That was worthy of being angry, but whenever he talked about that glorious moment, he was 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 thought this sounded rebellious, so 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 could breed 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 bloody head, I wanted to go up to comment, but was stopped by others. After some conversation, I found out who he was."

"I hated him for not fighting, but I wanted to rely on the master's appreciation to make a living. I really had no right to blame him. Why didn't I praise the young master? Over time, I comforted myself, and then forgot about it. Until... There was a big case in the city. It was said that the Yue tribe had rebelled again, causing panic in the whole city. They wanted to arrest more Yue tribe members. 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 it didn’t concern me. I actually saw him on the execution ground."

"The fates are so similar. The people who planted the red soil and the people who ate the red soil were both buried in the red soil. Therefore, before praising the greatness of General Lowell, I would like to use this as a 'preface', which is also true. A story that can be sung or cried..."

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 voiceless cry like a ghost.

Suni muttered softly, feeling the rolling thunder echo in his ears, like a deafening shout.

He is not a survivor of Borneo, but he can still hear the cry between the lines - here people eat and there is soil, it is clearly people who have been buried in the soil from generation to generation!

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

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

As a teacher, his duty 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 promise of a work visa at the French Fries Port, or to find a messy place in the wasteland to sell themselves.

They should study for their own sake!䙙Learn real knowledge, 䙙Understand the relationship between people, 䙙Understand the laws of operation of all things, 䙙Think about your 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 "Rat Xian" can be said to have almost taken off the underwear of the Rat tribe.

But 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 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 backbones of the Assassin Gang. They used to live on the street in front of the Governor's Palace with their boss, and there are also rats 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 she was once a minor noble in Jingallang Port. She was forced to come out to teach people how to read and read due to ruse.

It is obvious that 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, his attitude towards knowledge was still respectful, so he was polite to her and did not seem to be angry with her because of the article she just read.

After checking that it was not early, Assin Chan waved to someone next to her, took out a check, wrote a few numbers on it and handed it to the "tutor" who was sitting next to her.

"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 looked at him with disbelief, 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 hurriedly cried with red eyes.

Watching the aristocratic lady leave, Kunal looked confused at the boss who pretended to be able to read the newspaper, 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 seek medical treatment to relieve their qi. If a person is hopeless, it is true kindness to let him eat well, drink well and bury him in a glorious funeral. I advise him to smoke less. Two cigarettes have harmed him and his family... But you and I have obviously not reached this point yet, are you eating dirt? "

Kunal shook his head like a rattle.

"Who would eat that now?"

"Right," Asin smiled faintly, "At least the residents of Jingallang Port have stopped eating. At most, those who come 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 young, and the survivors in the entire Borneo Province were all young. It was the feudal lords and old nobles who were dying.

He is happy that there are so many young people who are as indignant as him and are on the same sunny road, even if they have 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 in front of him had a lazy expression 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 and blasting the door, knocking down the Lowell camp.

Compared to a mouse like himself hiding in the shadows, Asin Yan knew 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 about the general's hard work for the people, and I want to help the general solve his problems."

"Ah."

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

"Help me solve my problems...you know how to deal with it. If you want me to tell you, if you want someone to do business honestly, do less illegal things, and don't stretch your hands around, lest you die someday." I don’t even know. I drank this wine today, but I won’t show mercy when it’s time to give it to you.”

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 is joking. All the business I did in Golden Gallon Port was legal. I even helped the alliance to smash several trades of private goods and people. If my men touch something they shouldn't touch, no need to Please give me some advice, sir, and I will clear the door."

"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... ha, 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. It's not appropriate to be noisy. , He doesn’t take any trouble when doing things, and he is even more constrained when it comes to big things. He fights the stupidest battles with the best equipment, and is driven 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. Telling them to go east, go east, go west, just 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 that Fang Chang's view, these guys had suffered from persecution, and they would definitely not go back to the old ways of the empire if they overthrew the empire in the future.

For this reason, Baiyue Sisi contacted the Yue clan members who were engaged in the attack more than once, and gave them money and equipment. But the final result was that these guys couldn't even defeat the local warlords who were doing business, and were instead defeated. The other party used it, and Yang Kou became more self-respecting.

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 indeed good, but only a few hundred people came ashore. The transformation of Jin Jialun Port can be carried out so smoothly. Is it possible that he didn't work at all?

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

In the end, the transformation of Golden Gallen Port was over, and he became a chamber pot instead. He was promoted and secretly demoted and his military power was reduced by one move, and he was placed in the office as a mascot. This 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 labor force that is not controlled will breed violence, and it is impossible to completely suppress violence in a land without certain traditions by relying 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. 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 hands 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 through unity that his Assassin Gang can defeat other gangs and have a place in Golden Gallon Port.

Lacy laughed loudly when he heard this, noting that 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.

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 get the money from the bank!”

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 speak, he just put the "Survivor Daily" on the table and gently pushed it in front of him.

"I, Asin, am a man of ideas. I only do business for the sake of making money, but this is the only thing I do for no other reason than to earn a living...We, the rat tribe, are not destined to live in the earth."

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, but I can't give you an answer to such a big matter, so give me three days."

After saying that, he stopped eating the rest of the food and drank the wine that was his life. He waved his sleeves and took the newspaper and left.

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 generals succeed or not. It's like the warlords of the Tiger Army obviously have interests in 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 soft voice.

"The wasteland is undergoing drastic changes that have not happened 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 break. Fire up. Now is the best time. The real empire is settling old issues and continuing the war that was not completely over two hundred years ago. No one has time to pay attention to us. Someone must take a shot now to make others ready to take action. People saw what the witch camel riding on their heads was."

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.

A Xin smiled lightly and moved the chopsticks for everyone first, even though he was not yet proficient in using them.

"That gentleman won't eat with people like us. It's rumored that he is not good to me and him. Having a drink with him has already given us face."

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