The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

The congressman took a deep puff of his cigarette and exhaled slowly.

He thought about the topic he had talked about with Favia that day.

Her thinking is not like that of a traditional aristocrat, let alone an ordinary aristocrat.

She, like herself, takes the interests of the unappreciated civilians seriously.

And more radical than myself.

In Favia's eyes, commoners and nobles are regarded as the same kind of people.

"Although you and Favia do look alike, I still have my doubts."

"You don't seem like someone around you who would say something like she did."

Faro rested his hands on the railing and looked out at the sea.

After hearing this, he said nothing.

She reached her right hand to the back of her head and took off the hair tie that tied her low ponytail.

Suddenly, it was like cherry blossom rain falling and rosy clouds descending.

The beautiful violet long hair flows down like a waterfall, smooth as silk, misty and dreamy.

In fact, back when he was in Einburg, Faro's hair was neither too long nor too short.

I have always kept shoulder-length hair.

Later, in order to sneak in to Claire, Farrow used a magic potion that made his hair grow longer. Then on the Black Crow ship, Farrow wanted to cut his hair back, but was stopped by Claire.

Claire said she would prefer Farlow to wear her hair longer.

Moreover, she was very experienced in taking care of her waist-length hair, and she took the initiative to agree to help Farlow take care of his hair.

So Faro's hair stayed long.

Elliot looked stunned.

Against the backdrop of long hair, the congressman could confirm that this was indeed the stunning beauty he had met that day.

Faro lifted up her hair, and the soft hair beside her ears swayed.

The sunset comes quietly.

The light shone on Farrow's pretty face, which was as pink and smooth as a cherry, and her skin, which was as white as ice, was also tinged with an alluring blush.

Continuing down along the slender jade neck covered with blush, there is the beautiful boy's extremely graceful and exquisite collarbone with a good appearance.

The backdrop of the raised snow neck will make people want to take a bite.

Before you know it.

Faro's charm only requires a flick of hair and a glance back.

It is enough to captivate the soul.

This young girl is really charming to the core.

No wonder my sister, who has never been interested in men and only likes women, likes him.

It is no exaggeration to say that Faro is really better looking than women.

Elliot also heard the news that Claire was kidnapped by the pretty boy Faro.

Now I can only sigh that she is truly worthy of being a top-level succubus.

"You can see that."

"I am Favia."

Faro shook his head and continued to lie on the railing to enjoy the breeze.

"Although they are traditional nobles, my parents are not too strict. Plus, I matured early, so I started to come into contact with workers in the family industry at a very young age."

“I have witnessed the lives of ordinary people, their poverty and suffering.”

In fact, not only have I witnessed it, I have also experienced it myself.

Faro complained silently in his heart.

In my previous life, I was a social animal, living a 996 life every day, and receiving a salary that was not commensurate with my efforts.

He had very little spare time every day, which made him feel very depressed at one point.

Later, relying on his good looks, women's clothing became his hobby. He would put on a skirt, take a few photos and send them to his group friends.

You will be able to gain recognition and satisfaction from others that you cannot get from work.

Because of his own experience, Farrow cannot be like the nobles of this world.

Treat civilians and yourself as two species.

When Faro was just born into this world, the memories and values ​​of his previous life slowly permeated him.

So he matured precociously since he was a child.

"Have you noticed something that has been overlooked by everyone?"

Faro closed his eyes, felt the breeze, and said faintly.

"What did you find?"

Elliot looked at him in confusion.

"The lower the salary and the lower the status of people, the more important the work they do is to society, such as cleaners, workers, etc."

Faro spoke in a calm tone.

"On the contrary, the vast majority of people who are highly paid and have various privileges in senior positions do things that are of little practical use, such as secretaries, assistants, and all kinds of useless receptionists."

“It’s even harmful to the functioning of society.”

Elliot's eyes widened.

I thought about it briefly in my mind.

It’s not absolutely true, but it applies to most professions.

“This is because only such a social structure will be stable.”

"A large number of idle positions are set up, and these people do not contribute much to production or development, but they can enjoy the benefits squeezed from those with low wages."

“These types of jobs fill the middle class of every country, but they create absolutely no social value.”

"The farmers who produce food and the workers who produce and build, these common people who are looked down upon by the kings and parliamentarians are the source of the functioning of society."

"Why then?"

Elliot couldn't help but ask.

“Why are those who do not create much value given far more salary and status than those who create real value?”

Farlow stretched out his hand and pointed upward.

"Because everyone is revolving around the upper class."

"We call them the royal family and nobles, and you call them parliament and members of parliament."

"Imagine that you are the king of a country."

"You have obtained a large amount of grain through taxation. Now you have more grain than you can eat. What should you do?"

Elliot asked in confusion: "Um.....going back?"

"Wrong, the most reasonable approach is to support a large group of followers."

"Give this group of people uniform tasks and send them to do useless work. This will not only give them more food, but also keep them loyal and prevent the starving civilians at the bottom from overthrowing you."

“They follow them and can also show forth your glory.”

"After all, followers exist to make their masters look important. They just have better-sounding names now."

Elliot had a vague sense of something.

In fact, the answer to my own question already exists.

It’s actually very simple, so simple that it only has four words.

——Class consolidation.

ps: The third update is completed.

ps: Li Ge is going to be eaten by mosquitoes ahhhhhhhhhh

ps: Considering that Li Ge was bitten by a mosquito, please give me some monthly tickets.

Chapter 82: Money is just waste paper

After Elliot reacted, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He has long denounced the corruption, bloat, greed and incompetence of parliament.

But they have never figured out what made them become like this, and have not understood the underlying logic behind it.

This inexplicable feeling of discomfort has been bothering Elliot.

I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it. This feeling of frustration is completely different from the obstacles the congressmen have put in my way.

The latter at least has a clear origin and can be traced.

But this hidden obstacle is invisible and intangible.

And the examples Farlow gives are easy to understand.

Elliot was also very smart and quickly understood what Faro meant.

It was like a sudden enlightenment for him, as he was awakened by Faro's words.

Besides being shocked, he couldn't help but ponder.

How on earth did Farlow Walsh, the son of an earl who was not that old, know such profound knowledge?

The young congressman had read all his classified materials.

He was relatively introverted, fond of all kinds of art, and not fond of interacting with other nobles. According to people's description, he seemed to be precocious since childhood.

Apart from these, there are really no other special highlights.

Could it be that he figured it out while reading books alone?

Elliot looked at the beautiful figure in front of him.

Apart from this speculation, he really couldn't think of any other reason.

I can only sigh in my heart that this person is truly a natural political talent, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a rare talent.

No wonder his information is also on the old man’s desk.

Not only was he gifted with extraordinary powers, his ideas on business and politics were also ahead of his time.

The key is.

He is only eighteen years old now...

Elliot was somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, I attended the exhibition that day instead of my subordinates, and that's how I got to know Faro.

Otherwise, the loss of this opportunity would be irreparable even for tens of thousands of Leir.

Under the glow of dusk, the horizon has gradually been painted orange, and the thin white clouds cannot cover the burning sky.

This is a sign of the coming evening.

"It should be almost done inside, let's go in."

Seeing that Elliot had almost finished his cigarette, Faro made a suggestion.

Then, they returned to the main room of the box together.

The first sight when entering the door.

Angelina seemed to have calmed down. She sat in her seat with an unhappy expression, but she looked at Faro from time to time.

Isn't she still mad at me?