Blackstone Code

In the end, Lynch gave up the idea of ​​making up the money for the girl. Thirty thousand yuan was not a particularly large amount of money. After the agency found out, it would only feel that the donation was too little, not too much. .

To be able to catch up with Lynch, as long as Lynch can support them even once, three hundred thousand is not too little.

The turmoil continued, and on the third day after the turmoil began, the entire province was in chaos.

On the fifth day of the turmoil, some cities in other provinces also began to experience turmoil. At the end of October, the entire Nagaril except the royal capital was basically in chaos.

This turmoil happened quickly, and there were traces of artificial promotion. It also exposed a brand-new organization that no one had thought of before, the Al-Shabaab in Nagalir.

The Nagali Al-Shabaab is present in almost every city and every province, and they have even led some "reforms."

During this huge turmoil, Al-Shabaab put forward a slogan that received widespread support: "Be responsible for yourself and make decisions for yourself."

This slogan is not as loud, as gimmicky, and as good-sounding as some other slogans, but it is more inflammatory. Many people, especially young people, were moved by these people and their slogans and joined Nagali. Al-Shabaab.

So soon this slogan evolved into a second and further content, "Be responsible for your own future and decide your own destiny." For a time, the Al-Shabaab Party grew and grew at an unimaginable speed amid the turmoil. .

"We need to suppress this unrest."

At the end of October, on October 22nd, nearly two weeks had passed since Lynch’s birthday, and the entire Nagaril was in a weird state of disorder.

Governments everywhere seemed not to care about the chaos. They just told people in newspapers that everything would be fine, but took no further concrete steps.

More rich people are disappearing quickly. Foreigners, locals, including some slightly wealthy families have become the targets of people's attacks.

After a brief carnival-like action, the Al-Shabaab headquarters in Nagalir, which had already initially made its name, conveyed a message to branches in all provinces that the unrest must be quelled as soon as possible!

A chaotic Nagalir will not do any good for either the poor or the rich. Chaos can only bring destruction, not positivity.

After the news reached Mengwu Province, the youth party leader of Mengwu Province, who was short in stature and had an extraordinary appearance and full of righteousness, convened this meeting.

Now they are no longer a small organization with little strength and need to hide themselves in the dense forests outside the city. They have grown into a force that cannot be ignored.

At this time, they were sitting in Mr. Simon's former mansion, a luxurious mansion that they could not imagine in the past.

You must know that just half a month ago, they were not even allowed to get close to these houses, let alone walk into the rooms with their mud-covered shoes or bare feet on the turf.

Now, they are sitting on the soft sofa, drinking drinks that only gentlemen can enjoy, smoking cigarettes imported from abroad and Croft from the federal government. Life is really full of surprises!

The short young man poked at the coffee table with his finger and made a "duh" sound, which also caused the others to focus their somewhat distracted attention. He once again reiterated his request, "We must end the turmoil as soon as possible! "

Mr. Simon's child... now has a name, Garden. This is the name Mr. Simon gave to the boy according to the custom of the place where he was born.

After he witnessed the "gangster" shooting his father, he once wanted to change the name because he felt that the name remaining on him was a kind of tribute to him... He couldn't describe that feeling.

There is fear, humiliation, hatred and nostalgia for the past and longing for what once existed.

But he gave up again. He wanted to prove to Mr. Simon, who had returned to the embrace of God, that his excellence could never be matched by his brother whom he had never met. He would prove that he was Mr. Simon's best son. , so he kept this foreign name, Jiadun, which can also be said to be called Gordon.

When the locals pronounce the name "Gordon" in the lingua franca with a local accent, the pronunciation is more like "Jiadun", so it can be said as "Jiadun" or "Gordon". This is already a combination of two cultures. A new name was born.

Garton sat next to the short young man. In less than two weeks, he quickly matured.

His temperament has also changed a lot. It is not like it was in the past. Although he is a bit sad and pessimistic, he is still a young, lively and sunny young man.

At this time, he looked a little gloomy and a little difficult to contact. His slightly sunken eyes gave him a gloomy feeling, and it was a bit scary to be stared at for a long time.

He rarely spoke in such meetings. Today, he seemed to have some doubts, "Why should we end it so early when we can take advantage of the opportunity to get more substantial benefits?"

During this period of time, the local Al-Shabaab has "helped" eight business families with foreign backgrounds and protected their heirs from harm. Although their fathers all encountered misfortunes, this is a blessing among misfortunes.

They can do a little more and seize the assets of those who do not cooperate. This will be much easier than competing in the future.

And the stronger the foundation is laid now, the better the chances of winning when competing with the Federation in the future.

It's ridiculous to say that in this turmoil, the federal people have almost nothing to lose!

These people from the Al-Shabaab also once led some people to attack the federal garrison at the dock or warehouse area, but unfortunately they encountered strong resistance, and the federal people did not hesitate to shoot them and take them away. , campaigners dubbed "mob" by the media.

They left at least a dozen or as many as dozens or hundreds of corpses in each place and left helplessly. This also resulted in the fact that apart from the consumption of some bullets, the federal people did not suffer any substantial damage. .

This movement that should not have broken out ended up just cleaning up Nagaril's internal relations and a small number of foreign businessmen from the Preton period. It did not hinder the real federalists who planned to invade here in a gentler way. .

If you want to fight against these powerful federal people, at present, you can only follow the rules and defeat them commercially.

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Garton has more or less experience in this regard. As a child who always wants to prove himself, he is much smarter than Mr. Simon imagined.

This is Garton's idea to use the youth party to strengthen himself.

The short young man was silent for a moment, but shook his head, "If we continue to make trouble now, we are only targeting our own people. Our enemy is not ourselves, but those foreigners."

"Destruction cannot make our nation and country prosperous and strong. We must be vigilant against these federal people, but we must also use their strength to develop ourselves."

"Originally, we didn't think about this unrest, so now it should be over."

There is actually a deeper reason for this. The real top ruling class has not yet taken action. Each clan is entrenched in its own territory as firmly as an old dog, and will not shake the status of these people. No matter what is going on outside, treat them It doesn't matter.

Now they are just waiting and watching. If the unrest cannot be quelled now, once they begin to end, the growing size and momentum of Al-Shabaab will become their next trouble.

They must show their harmlessness to the top ruling class before they are targeted and hostile. They will smooth the relationship between the people and the rulers, and quell the turmoil. Even if someone is responsible for this, they should not It's them.

No one else objected, and the short young man continued to express his thoughts, "Now that our place is actually less chaotic, let them go home first, and then..." He turned to look at Garden, And the other half-breeds on the left, "...I need your help."

Garton nodded, "You said..." He occupies a very high position among this group of mixed-race children. Only his father was shot and killed by him. The fathers of the other people were all young men. Party members led the mob to do it.

They just knew about it or just watched it. Compared with Garton's actions, they were naturally a head shorter.

"I need you to put up job recruitment posters, and make it clear that there are no bad deeds. This will help people return home faster. No matter how many people you hire, the momentum must be loud!"

Recruitment will bring back home those people who are scurrying around looking for opportunities, and it is time for them to hide and absorb the benefits of this unrest.

Garton nodded without any objection, and he did have the idea of ​​recruiting workers.

Unlike Mr. Simon, he believes that there are still many considerable profits in the local area, and there is no need to abandon everything here and leave.

"In addition, I hope you can donate a sum of money." After a few seconds of silence, the short young man made his second request.

He stared at these "heirs". Except for Garton who was able to look at him, the eyes of others avoided him the moment they touched his eyes.

"The donations from Lynch and the federal people made us very passive. Now some people in the world believe that we started the turmoil, and then asked the federal people to help clean up the mess."

"When these contents continue to ferment after a period of time, the victims of this turmoil will also think so."

"If the rulers give us a little more guidance, our reputation will soon be ruined, so we have to donate money to help some people and stabilize the results we have achieved during this period..."

While he was talking, gunfire suddenly came from the distance, and there was a faint commotion.

The short young man immediately stood up in confusion. While slapping the cadres on his right, urging them to figure out what was going on, he ran upstairs, trying to see clearly what was happening in the distance.

The gunshots became more and more intensive, and Young Re's expression became worse and worse. Then a piece of news made him realize the seriousness of the problem.

"The fur trader's hunting party has entered the city..."