The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 145 Thief

Nefeli sat behind a large wooden table, resting her face on her hands, and the flesh on her face was squeezed up.

In front of her, the desk was full of files.

At this time, Nefeli looked a bit like her adoptive father, Sir Baizhi, when he was working in the study.

The difference is that her adoptive father can understand.

Nefeli listened to Hyde's words, backed down a bit, and handed over the full responsibility of the Platinum Son to Hyde.

But I didn't expect that the unscrupulous people in the city would get worse and worse. They still haven't built a shelter for the Platinum Sons.

The Platinum Sons still live in makeshift tents next to the dump.

And the people in charge of the sewer use the excuse that they don't want to touch the filth of the Platinum Son, making the garbage dump more and more stinking, as if it is about to evolve into another poisonous pool.

What's even more exaggerated is that some people have already begun to take the initiative to demonstrate and demand the expulsion of Platinum Son.

Every day, someone is holding slogans and banners, calling on King Nefeli to make changes at the gate of the city lord's mansion.

"Give us back a piece of pure land."

"Don't breathe the same air as the profane."

"Give children a clear environment!"

Nefeli threw out her axe, smashing an armor stand to pieces.

"Do they have children, let's talk about it!" Nefeli was very angry.

Nefeli just felt very aggrieved, wishing to send troops immediately to blow up those lords who were doing things.

"You'd better not do this." Hyde said, "These lords have obtained a lot of sophisticated equipment from somewhere, and they have all gathered together. The force has already surpassed ours. We are sitting in Stone City, so it is better to defend the city. .”

"Have you found out why this is happening?" Nefeli asked.

"I'm afraid that there is a very powerful force secretly fueling the flames." Hyde said, "Many lords have conflicts, but now their armies are united. Without a strong enough leader to convince the crowd, it is impossible to do it."

"There are such heroes in Nimgofu?" Nefeli asked.

"I've never heard of it." Hyde said, "But just like no one knew about the Blood King back then, there are always some powerful people lurking in the dark."

Hyde hesitated: "I have some doubts...the current riots in the city are also fueled by the commander's spies. Otherwise, there is no reason why you can't suppress it. You must know that many people move into Shi Dongwei because they yearn for your justice and strength. My dear, and now they are bewitched to join the tide against you."

"There are spies infiltrating?" Nefeli became serious, "It seems to be resolved."

"Do you have a way?" Hyde said, "To be honest, we don't have enough manpower now, and it's hard to monitor all the people who enter the city. Since you opened the city gate to connect the Lake District and Ningmgfu, the flow of people in the city is too much." big."

Nefeli clenched her fists: "Beat them all!"

Hyde smiled bitterly: "Forget it, I'd better figure out a way by myself."

"Why? You look down on my method?" Nefeli was dissatisfied.

"I don't look down on you, it's just that you specialize in art." Hyde said, "King Nefeli, you are more suitable for fighting. Your strength on the battlefield is indispensable. We clerks dare not forget."

"That's right, there are specializations in the art industry." Nefeli said, "A guy talked to me, as long as a unified medium and language are used, people can work hard in their professional areas in exchange for the same value, and then swap."

"Who said that?" Hyde asked curiously.

"No Name." Nefeli said, "Get the rune ready for me, I'll ask him if there's anything he can do."

Hyde was helpless: "My king, you trust him too much as a businessman. How can a businessman solve this kind of thing—"

But there was no way, Hyde had made Nefeli very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to continue to disobey her, so he honestly prepared a large box of runes, and went to Wuming with Nefeli.

Wuming listened to Nefeli's distress:

"Help you solve the problems of the son of platinum and the residents in the city? How can I solve this, I am a businessman—"

Nefeli smashed a treasure chest in front of Wuming, kicked it away, revealing the golden light inside.

Wuming immediately patted his chest:

"I am duty-bound. My store is also opened in Nimgofort. The king of Nimgofort has problems. Of course, subjects like me want to think what the leader thinks and worry about the leader's worries. Don't worry, Nefeli's The king's business is my business, and I promise to complete the task!"

The corners of Hyde's eyes twitched at this dogleg look.

Even Gotok is not so good at flattering Wuming.

Wuming took out a small book and sorted out the problems Neferi encountered:

"Let's see, your question is—

First, the residential area of ​​the Son of Platinum has not been completed for a long time. The construction workers and the officials in charge of this matter are delaying the construction period and not working hard.

Second, the residents of the city do not want to live with the Platinum Son, because they have traditional religious concepts and physical discomfort.There were marches and strikes in town.

Third, no one is willing to rectify the sewer system, and no one is willing to deal with the domestic waste of the Platinum Sons. "

After Wuming recorded these questions, he looked at Nefeli:
"Is it these problems?"

Nefeli nodded: "Probably."

"In my opinion, these problems are all one problem, and it's not difficult to solve." Wuming closed his notebook, "I'll solve it for you—where are those people who marched?"

Nefeli looked at Hyde.

"There is no fixed route and time," Hyde said, "but it will be more frequent in the square."

"Okay, if they don't come out, I'll tell them to come out." Wuming went straight to the square and found a high place.

Wuming cleared his throat and roared loudly, attracting everyone's attention:
"Everyone, look at me, look at me, I have something to announce!"

After many people had gathered around Wuming, he held his head high and yelled out his slogan with great momentum:
"Son of Platinum, you are a waste!"

The people around were taken aback for a moment, and then began to applaud.

Everyone felt that this was the foreplay of another demonstration, a speech on the dangers and blasphemy of Sons of Platinum, as had many before it.

Nefeli followed Wuming, and almost vomited blood when she heard this: "What is he doing?"

Hyde comforted Nefeli:
"Wang, please be patient and don't be impatient. He may be using this method to hook out those thorns and take the opportunity to catch them all."

Nefeli frowned: "I don't think this is a good way. He is inciting the hatred of the people."

Hyde was helpless: "I know, but since you trust him, let's see what he will do first, the employer is not suspicious."

On the Wuming side, they have already begun to tell the pros and cons, telling the people below about the dangers of the Platinum Son, and affirming the workers who went on strike.

Anonymous said in a pretentious manner:

"I tell you, the sons of platinum, their blood is poisonous, just like the corrupted relatives. The corrupted relatives can live safely in the Ionian swamp, and the sons of platinum live safely in the poisonous pool. What a blasphemy Terrible characteristics! Think about it, everyone, you are on the street, eating snacks, singing songs, and having a drink with your friends, and suddenly you are poisoned."

Wuming narrated the symptoms and painful manifestations of poisoning, which immediately aroused the empathy of the audience, and they all felt chills all over their bodies.

Wuming said: "You say that this kind of race can't walk, can't produce, but still discharges toxic garbage. Is it reasonable to ask you to clean up the garbage and risk poisoning?"

"Unreasonable!" The crowd shouted in unison.

"Can we agree?" Wuming asked.

"No promise!"

"That's right." Wuming clapped his hands, heartbroken, "How much money does the city lord give you, and you have to risk your life to do this job? Three thousand a month, or four thousand runes?"

"Three thousand runes." Someone replied.

"It's too much! Sending off beggars!" Wuming was indignant, "My long-lived employees pick flowers every day, weed weeds, and they earn [-] runes a month. You can do this job with less than [-] runes a month." ?”

"That's right, isn't our salary too low?" The masses suddenly came to their senses.

Nameless looked across the crowd and found Nefeli who was listening on the edge:

"King Nefeli, their wages are too low, how could they work hard for you? Can't you pay [-] runes a month?"

Everyone turned their heads and stared at Nefeli.

Nefeli was stunned, looking at Hyde:
"Can we send ten thousand runes?"

Hyde was in a dilemma: "Stonywell has just been built, and many places need money. We can't squeeze out more money during this period, and it is quite difficult."

Nameless shouted immediately:

"Quit, strike!"

"Quit, strike!" The people below immediately echoed.

"I won't do it unless I give [-] runes!" Wuming raised his hands.

"If you don't give ten thousand runes, you won't do it!" the people cheered.

"Let me tell you, for a city and a king, what they fear most is that we will not work and be coolies for them. A silent strike is better than anything else, and it can make the king submit more than any parade. Wuming said, "Everyone, save your energy and stay at home. It will not be you standing at the gate of the city lord's mansion begging the king, but Nefeli will be standing at the gate begging you."

The crowd erupted with enthusiasm, everyone went home one after another, and a large number of workers went on strike.

Nefeli became more and more confused: "Is he really helping us?"

"It should be." Hyde said, "Do you think there are still people who haven't moved?"

Indeed, some workers did not move, watching Wuming silently.

These workers are too aware of nameless urine, they are all nameless people, and they came here as nameless employees to help Neferi build Stone City.

After Wuming finished his speech at the top of his lungs, he walked up to Nefeli refreshed and stretched out his palm.

Nefeli was surprised: "Are you trying to say that the matter is resolved and you want to give me a high five? How did you solve it!"

"My number is five." Wuming smiled, "Isn't it the drainage system and urban construction? I will help you build it. I have a lot of employees, and one person only needs [-] runes a month."

(End of this chapter)