Arknights, are you a good person?

Count Bechmann frowned and warned righteously.

"You, the Syracuse family, are just tools. When did you develop the illusion that you can have your own ideas?"

"You're right, do you know why?"

Qi Yuan nodded repeatedly.

Count Bechmann found it funny: "I'm right. Do I need a reason? Do I need you to tell me this specifically?"

I really don’t know how high the sky is.

He gripped the dark wood armrests of the chair tightly, his sharp eyes directed at Qi Yuan, and the majesty of a superior was immediately revealed.

"So where is the family representative?"

Count Bechman said with some dissatisfaction: "He is much more talkative than you and never asks such stupid questions. Where is he? Why did he become someone as ignorant as you?"

"Count, you may... never see him again." Qi Yuan responded with his head down, as if in mourning.

Count Bechmann immediately understood.

The drunk Tianhuo attacked the family camp at night. Count Bechmann knew it clearly and expected that the Syracuse family would suffer heavy losses. However, he did not expect that the family representative who was particularly good at speaking was also on the death list.

"If you die, you will die."

After all, he was just a country bumpkin, so Bechman put it behind him almost instantly and did not even observe a moment of silence for the dead.

"You're right. If he dies, he dies. It doesn't matter at all." Qi Yuan nodded in agreement.

Count Bechman has inherited the title for who knows how many years and has become a middle-aged man with a big belly. He has never thought about what Qi Yuan said and there are other possibilities.

This is just a small episode.

Count Bechman imitated his lord, the Duke, and gently shook the red wine glass. He asked condescendingly, "I need to know, after this disaster, whether the remaining strength of your Syracuse family can continue to complete my orders."

The most pessimistic estimate given was that the Syracuse family was defeated and fled by Tianhuo alone, and was unable to organize most of its forces.

"enough."

Qi Yuan said confidently: "We didn't sell you out to that magician, but we are still worried that things will get worse. If there are a few more attacks like that, we won't be able to handle it. So I suggest that we stop doing small things and do something big together."

His words were ambitious and provocative.

Originally, the plan was for the Syracuse family to dress up as infected people, randomly injure people and cause damage everywhere, arouse public anger, and then propose a bill at the parliamentary assembly to expel all the infected people, including Rhodes Island, the organization that helped the infected.

But now the situation has changed. Fearing retaliation, the family decided to do something big, rather than engaging in small-scale actions over the years and gradually swaying public opinion.

This couldn't be more reasonable.

"Elaborate."

Count Bechmann did not suspect anything and after giving the little guy a warning, he calmed down and listened carefully to what the little guy planned.

"Let's do something big."

"Of course I know I need to do something big, but the question is how do I do it?"

Count Bechmann was getting a little impatient. He kept saying that the big one was coming but he wouldn't say what it was. This inevitably made people wonder if this little guy wasn't good enough.

"We hijacked the factory."

"..."

After hearing Qi Yuan's enthusiastic words, Count Bechmann suddenly became a little hesitant and confused.

Bro, are you taking this a bit too far?

In the infected community, there is a factory that operates day and night. The infected workers produce goods day and night at extremely low prices, with a hard-working attitude in two shifts, and with extremely low requirements for safety facilities, bringing considerable profits to Count Bechmann.

"Elaborate."

Qi Yuan had been observing him. When he heard about the plan to hijack the infected factory, Count Bechmann first showed a painful expression, and then nodded.

"You play the role of the infected, hijack the factory, and make various demands to the RCMP. When the incident becomes serious enough and all parties are helpless, I will step in and successfully persuade the radical infected to give up the hijacking."

Count Bechmann muttered to himself, looking thoughtful.

He is indeed a hereditary noble.

Even Qi Yuan was surprised when he saw it.

From any proposal put forward by others, you can quickly find a way to get yourself in the news and receive praise from all parties.

but……

I’m afraid you won’t promote it.

"Can I ask a question?" Qi Yuan was a little curious, "Why do you have to expel all the infected? Is this a personal prejudice, or is it a loss of your real money?"

"I want you to take care of it?"

Bechman glared at Qi Yuan, but softened a little when he thought of his evil idea.

"Both."

Count Bechman said seriously, "Ever since the capital was occupied by the demon tribe, citizens who don't know the truth have begun to fear the demon tribe. I also thought that the demon tribe should stay at the bottom of society, to be summoned and dismissed at will, and how dare they make trouble."

"As long as the grand dukes take action, everything will be fine." Count Bechmann said seriously.

"But what does this have to do with the infected?"

Qi Yuan became even more confused.

"The mineral disease was brought by those demons. What's the relationship?" Count Bechman waved his hand in disdain. "The discrimination against the infected has affected the sales of the factory's products. If I don't expel them all, do I have to lose money?"

"..."

Judging from the Earl's expression, he can forget about severance pay or anything like that.

If conditions permit, Count Bechmann would probably drive all the infected people into the wilderness. It would be better for them to dig a hole and bury themselves, so as not to waste money hiring someone to dig a big hole.

"I understand everything."

Qi Yuan nodded: "Then I will arrange everything and make sure that the opportunity to show up is given to the Earl, so that you can show off in front of everyone."

"It's good to know."

Count Bechmann nodded and said again with a serious face: "One more thing, the factory equipment is valuable property. It doesn't matter how you beat the workers. If the work is hindered, I allow you to kill one or two workers, but you must not damage the equipment. Scratching a screen is not allowed!"

"I will move the equipment to the safest place possible."

Qi Yuan nodded in agreement:

"My Lord Earl, please stay in the mansion and wait for my good news."

503: Miss Skyfire's Doubts

"call--"

After leaving the Earl's mansion, Qi Yuan walked into an alley after turning several turns. He stretched out his hand and a cup of water immediately fell into his hand.

"How do you feel about that guy?" Tianhuo asked curiously.

"It's so classic."

Qi Yuan took the cup in front of him, shook his head and complained: "It feels like I'm confronting the barbaric factory owners of early capitalism in history textbooks. The image is too classic, I even suspect it's plagiarism."

"Uh……"

Qi Yuan's words are always confusing.

"Forget it, to celebrate the success of the plan, have a cup of my treasured black tea." Tianhuo shook his head, not wanting to dig into the matter.

Qi Yuan nodded slightly, pinched the coffee spoon with two fingers and gently turned it in circles, smelling the strong and somewhat pungent aroma of black tea. He suddenly felt that something was wrong with the touch, and when he looked down, he couldn't hold it anymore.

"What the hell is this?"

"Tea." Tianhuo asked in confusion. He didn't know why Qi Yuan asked this. Wasn't it obvious?

People coming from Yan Country don’t know what tea looks like?

"No, this is a tea bag."

Qi Yuan pointed out seriously: "There is a sad gap between tea bags and tea. The gap between them is even bigger than the gap between Pepsi and Coca-Cola."

"Drink or not!"

Tianhuo frowned slightly, and there seemed to be flames dancing between her eyebrows. She felt a little unhappy with Qi Yuan's picky behavior.

She was burning up, literally.

Qi Yuan poked the tea bag and didn't feel any formed tea leaves, only a lot of crumbs. He saw Tianhuo add sugar and milk into the tea, holding the teacup in his right hand and activating the Originium skill. The tea immediately began to bubble and his brows furrowed even deeper.

"you……"

"I know about tea. It was brought by Yan Nation when it visited Victoria hundreds of years ago to explore the secrets of the Drake race. If you comment on my tea drinking posture, I will drop a fireball and we will perish together."

Tianhuo had expected this and glared at Qi Yuan.

"alright."

Qi Yuan crossed his hands in front of him, indicating that he would never criticize Victoria's way of drinking tea again.

"Where is that little girl Cheng Shan?" He changed the subject and looked everywhere for the pink-haired cat.

Tianhuo replied, "She originally said she would wait for you to come, but she said she was very familiar with the communications personnel in Rhodes Island and volunteered to go and notify them. She is particularly concerned about this matter."

"After all, it has something to do with whether she can open a barber shop in Karaton City in the future."

Qi Yuan was not surprised: "Besides, Cheng Shan is also one of the infected, so of course he has to run around for the fate of the infected."

Tianhuo nodded and was about to take back the exquisite bone china teacup he had handed to Qi Yuan. Seeing that Qi Yuan didn't move at all, Tianhuo frowned.

"Drink it quickly."

"I don't want to drink it. Leave it for yourself."

"What's wrong with the tea bag? A broken tea bag is still tea!"

Tianhuo let out a Victorian roar and felt deeply confused about Qi Yuan's disgusted expression.

Tea has been on the tables of the dukes and Aslan ever since it was introduced to Victoria. After all, after eating the heavy and rich Gallic cuisine, drinking a cup of light and elegant Yan tea, with the specialties of the two powerful countries all on the table, there is immediately a sense of prosperity as if all nations are coming to pay tribute.

Gradually, it became a symbol of nobility.

It was not until the iron hoof of industrialization rolled in that tea really became no longer in short supply. As a noble lady, Tianhuo certainly liked to make a cup of black tea with sugar and condensed milk.

When she asked Qi Yuan, she only got one sentence: "It is in line with historical facts", which made her even more confused.

"never mind."

Qi Yuan stuffed a sip of untouched tea into Tianhuo's hand and said, "When facing a powerful enemy, we should focus on dealing with the enemy. Don't you want to fight for an equal future for the infected?"

Skyfire: “…”

Let’s be clear first, how can not drinking tea help people infected to have an equal future?

She wanted to ask more, but Qi Yuan had already strode away with his hands behind his back, looking unfathomable. Tianhuo held back whatever he wanted to say and followed him closely.

"Little Earl..."

Qi Yuan turned around and glanced at the Bechman Manor in the shadows: "Let me start the show I prepared for you."

"Then start."

Skyfire nodded in agreement.

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The show starts as soon as it says it will start.

At first, the Earl's plan went very smoothly. The Syracuse family kept in touch with the Earl at all times. In order not to damage the equipment, they specially moved the equipment out of the factory and transported it to an absolutely safe place.

Bechmann nodded with satisfaction.

It was not sent to the Earl's residence for storage, but transported to a place he didn't even know, and had nothing to do with him at all.

This new family representative is really thoughtful.

"Good good."

Bechman shook the red wine glass and said three "OK"s in one breath. He waved his hand lightly and the servant immediately brought up a small suitcase. He gently opened it and saw the glittering golden pounds that dazzled Qi Yuan's eyes.

Each gold pound is inlaid with a thin red gold foil, which is very different from the plain Longmen coins.

“It’s an advance payment.”