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Chapter 539: Public Voices (Part 2)

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    Chang wanted to say something, but Saint Yves suddenly stood up.

    He put his arms around Chang Yu's shoulders and lowered his voice: "Chang, I'm definitely not those stupid and rude Irishmen who preach bullshit patriotism to cover up their laziness and incompetence, but I'm not. Not only me, but the whole  Enfield, and even San Francisco, look at you differently. Often, you lived in this city for ten years, and it taught you advanced knowledge, and gave you a job where you could fulfill yourself. She nurtured like a mother  You. But your people, your land, what did your real mother give you? They gave you only hunger, disease and poverty."

    St. Yves changed the subject: "At that time, people were starving to death everywhere in your hometown, and your parents sold you two catties of millet. You were only fifteen years old, and you were caught up by slave traders like cattle.  Boat"

    Chang Yu's eyelids trembled violently, he felt like a frog that had been dissected alive on the operating table, and Saint Yves' words were dismembering him bit by bit.

    The gentle and delicate face in front of him is as sinister as a ghost: "You should be glad that they chose to sell you instead of eating you to satisfy their hunger when they were famine."

    An angry Chang Yu violently pushed Saint Yves to the wall, clutching his collar tightly with both hands, his eyes almost burst into flames.

    Several guards rushed in with unfriendly expressions.

    ""

    Chang Yu gritted his teeth and wanted to open his mouth a few times, but his throat seemed to be glued and he couldn't speak.

    After a long time, Chang Yu's eyes lost focus, and he let go of his hands in frustration.

    "Excuse me, Monsieur Saint-Yves."

    St. Yves stretched his collar and smiled unnaturally: "It's okay, I've always been a magnanimous person."

    He raised his hand at the guard again: "Go out."

    The guards looked at each other, and it took a long time before they turned and left sparsely.

    "Look at this."

    Saint Yves sat back in his seat, opened the drawer, and handed Chang Yu a large volume of complicated blueprint designs: "The giant Ymir's individual soldier blueprints."

    Chang Yu looked away and said softly, "Sir, this is not my responsibility."

    "It doesn't matter."

    St. Yves pushed the drawing to Chang Yu, and said to himself: "This design of Enfield was originally invited to participate in this year's World Expo. But until now, its power is too large, and the triathlon ball cannot bear it."  The problem is still not fully resolved.¡±

    Hearing the word "World Expo", Chang Yu's eyes fluctuated.

    "The person in charge of this project recommended you to me. Speaking of which, you were the one who solved the triathlon accident last time. I know that you have always been responsible for the repair and maintenance of individual soldiers and large steam equipment, and there is no chance  Contact component design. Take this part of the drawing back and read it slowly, and don¡¯t rush to give me an answer. How about it?¡±

    Chang Yu was silent for a while: "I am willing to try. The smile on St. Yves' face was only half revealed, and Chang Yu followed up and said: "But I have one condition.  "

    Saint Yves restrained his smile: "You say."

    "I ask for a signature on the design proposal of the giant Ymir."

    Chang Yu's tone was very firm: "In addition, I request to attend the London World Expo as a member of Enfield's delegation and be the explainer of this improved design."

    Boss Saint-Yves frowned unhappily.

    "The protection design of the dangerous section of the sea railway, the power vortex device of the Hera individual soldier, the mercury vapor tube of the No. 4 drone I never asked for a signature."

    Chang Yu took a deep breath: "Just this once."

    After a long time, St. Yves covered his forehead and replied: "You can't sign this design proposal. But I can consider it and let you join the delegation. This is my biggest concession. This alone will already make  Enfield is going to suffer a lot of public opinion pressure."

    " I hope you can keep your promise."

    Chang Yu bowed, picked up the design drawing on the table, turned and left.

    The wooden door of the office creaked shut.  Saint Yves stared at Chang Yu's indifferent facial features through the glass in the corridor, and it took him a long time to look away.

    He snapped his fingers, turned to the secretary beside him and said, "If Chang can really solve the power problem of the giant Ymir, change him to a bigger room, and give him a thousand dollars."

    "Okay sir." The secretary nodded.

    The valleys are covered with shallow star dots, the sky is already pale, and the river water rushes to the shore mixed with milky white moonlight.

     This is an exhausted gold mining area, because the terrain is dangerous and steam machines are difficult to climb, so it was gradually abandoned by large mines, and only poor people occasionally come to try their luck.

    Later, this became a dangerous area where horse thieves were rampant, and a gold pan for some poor Chinese miners.

    "Ho Ho~"

    The hairless mule with missing front teeth roared to the sky, its voice was hoarse and ugly, and it was carrying a tattered cowboy in a tattered suit that smelled of alcohol. His face was covered by the high brim of his hat, and only his faint humming could be heard.

    "boom!"

    A stone burst and struck, smashing the hat on the drunk man's head to pieces!

    The drunk man fell on his back, his eyes turned upside down, and he was facing the bloody fresh corpses crowded in the river valley.

    Zha Xiaodao threw a broken stone up and down in his hand, and the bloody smell on his body lingered for a long time.

    "Still alive?"

    Li Yan on the mule stood up like a carp, and raised his eyebrows at Cha Xiaodao: "Have you taken gunpowder?"

    Cha Xiaodao threw the stone away: "How did you find it?"

    Li Yan jumped off the mule: "Just inquire about places where corpses can be dumped in the wilderness, where there is no proof of death. It doesn't take much effort."

    "Six of those people were horse thieves, and one was the judge's nephew. Inspired by the new law, they improvised to rob the Chinese miners who were mining here. They shot them dead and threw their bodies into the river  Afterwards, these people were still unsatisfied, and they took a boat to travel upstream, and then met me who was panning for gold according to the astrology."

    "Understood, but what are you doing sitting here?"

    Li Yan walked over with the mule.

    Zha Xiaodao stretched his waist, eyes half-closed and half-opened: "I am annoyed, find a place where there is no one to calm down."

    Li Yan looked back at the miserable corpse in the river, and suddenly asked, "Have Dorothy's books been delivered yet?"

    Zha Xiaodao glanced at his mouth: "It's here, it's in my hand, I haven't had time to look at it."

    "Give me."

    ""

    Zha Xiaodao took out a thick cover book with a bloody fish head from his arms, and threw it to Li Yan heavily.

    Li Yan opened it and turned a few pages before casually asking, "Get them?"

    Zha Xiaodao lowered his head: "You make up your mind."

    "Then get them." Li Yan put the book away, thought for a while, and shook his head: "But we do it, that's not the case." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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