Cosma Empire

Wood had seen balloons, and he had heard the analogy that when a person is about to die, it is like a balloon with a hole in it, and it will soon leak out. He thinks this metaphor is not quite right. To put it more vividly, a person is like a bag full of wheat kernels. If he is fatally injured, it is like tearing a small hole in the bag. The wheat kernels will be poured out of the bag in a steady stream, which is very slow and fatal.

His hands were already trembling a little, as if he had lost the bag filled with wheat kernels, it was shriveled and no longer full. He pressed one hand on his stomach, and a gurgling heat flowed continuously into his palm. He opened his hand and took a look, it was bright red. He staggered a step or two, and hugged the lamp post in front of him. The bright red palm prints left twisted and hideous marks on the gray lamp post.

"Oh, my God, what's the matter with you?" A woman in a blue dress and a bright yellow sun hat covered her mouth and stood in front of Wood not far away. She screamed, " Come quickly, someone here is injured!" After a while, many people of all kinds surrounded him, among them were beggars, tramps with little clothes on the side of the road, and successful people in suits and leather shoes.

Their eyes of curiosity, satisfaction, or surprise were all focused on Wood, but no one stood up to tell Wood what to do, or to help this poor guy.

The more blood flowed, the weaker the body became. His weak legs kept kicking on the ground trying to preserve the last bit of decency, but the muscles had already lost control due to severe blood loss. He slid down holding the pillar, collapsed on the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, his body twitched slightly, and exclamations erupted from the surrounding crowd, and the tight formation became a little scattered .

The speed of convulsions became more and more frequent, and the interval between exclaims became shorter and shorter. It was a series of complicated changes fed back after the body's refinement signal was processed by the central center, but it was stabbed in the stomach and smashed into pieces. If the musculature of the cut surface of the wound is destroyed, all the feedback is useless.

He felt the cold, and felt that his vision became a little blurred and dim, just like when children were just born, they came to this world naked, cold and helpless.

Standing in the crowd, a teenager looked indifferently at Wood's body that had stopped pulling out, lowered the brim of his hat, and disappeared into the pulse of the city along with the onlookers who had no excitement to watch.

Wood died, and the onlookers let out a sigh that seemed to be mixed with satisfaction, and then quickly dispersed, leaving only a tycoon who died on the street.

When the news that Wood had died spread throughout the city.

When Gedor was forced to jump off a building and had to choose to use death to keep the secret.

With the departure of these two great men, there was another person whose name began to circulate in the upper class. His name was Du Lin.

Everything will have a clear goal, maybe this goal is confusing, but the person who executes it will never make a mistake. Therefore, some characters never waste time observing and examining the artificial illusions, but look beyond this false cover and look at the real key-the beneficiaries.

As mentioned in the above sentence, all planned behaviors, including some unconscious behaviors, are beneficial to the individual in terms of their own demands. Wood is dead, Godor is dead, so who has the absolute advantage in these two things? Is it Godor's subordinate? Is it Wood's men? Or a certain tycoon or a certain boss?

neither!

The beneficiary's name was Du Lin, a name that was very common a month ago, but a month later it was already memorable, Du Lin.

He climbed to the pinnacle of life by stepping on Wood's corpse, and it took him less than a month to do this. During this month,

He did what many people can do in half a lifetime. But now he still lacks a key identity, a key key, otherwise it would be difficult for him to integrate into a higher class of society - position.

The position does not mean his occupation or his attitude, but his political position.

new party?

Or the old party?

Everyone is watching him, waiting for his final decision.

"We are businessmen!" Du Lin tapped the table heavily with his knuckles. When he returned to the newly renovated corner store again, everyone was very excited, including the members of the fellow countrymen's association, and the newly named A member of the "Oriental Star" trading company.

Ever since Doolin went to the slums once, there has been a legend among the Gualtes that may seem like a joke to outsiders. This legend was first circulated among the elderly Guerte old women, and finally spread gradually, and was gradually accepted by people.

"The Resurrection of King Audrero", this is the core content of this legend. The old women used sufficient life experience and experience to fabricate a story about King Audrero's resurrection and continued fighting. In the story, King Audrero returned from the world of the dead, tore up the rotten curtain, and created a brand new world, in which all the Guarts lived happily.

This story is a metaphor for Dühring, at least Dühring himself felt so, especially when he first heard the story. But he laughed it off, at least it wouldn't hurt his reputation and standing with the Guarts, would it?

Driven by the legend, many people felt that it was a good way out to work with Du Lin. If it hadn't been for Du Lin's request not to absorb too many Guarts as much as possible, I am afraid that the room would not be able to stand at this time. There are many people.

The faces of these young people are full of excitement and pilgrimage-like expressions. Wood is dead, Godor is dead, and the threats that can threaten Durin have been wiped out. There is nothing that can stop Durin's rise. They feel proud, uplifted, and energized to be a part of it.

"I must reiterate that we are businessmen, not gang members, not those thugs, we are law-abiding citizens, legal citizens of the Yaoxing Empire!" After walking back and forth for a few steps, Du Lin spoke again, "Our Happiness should not be based on people's fear, fear will only bring rebellion and destruction, but respect can make us eternal. My father, a stuffy old guy, told me about how to make yourself respected by others The trick, and today I will share this trick with you.”

"That's..." He drew a long tone, attracting everyone's attention, and then he smiled and said, "You must be rich!"