Cosma Empire

"Where's Graf?", Mr. Klein was sweating from the bustle, wagon after wagon of goods waiting to be moved, but the main force of the porters, Graf, who could support five people by himself, disappeared again successfully, leaving Mr. Graf Annoyed. Railways and steam locomotives are not the public property of the empire, but are laid and built by consortiums according to their own needs. In other words, the station is a company, and Mr. Klein is the owner of this company.

All capitalists are not good people, history has proved its correctness. The capitalists' friendliness to workers is just a show, and their purpose is to hope that workers can bear more exploitation. In the eyes of these capitalists, each worker has an exact number representing their role in productive physical energy and their exploitable value.

Graff was not a good worker, but he was a good exploiter, so Mr. Klein wouldn't give him too much trouble, despite his many quirks. The value he created far outweighed the troubles and losses caused by his faults.

But all of this has a premise that Graff needs to be exploited by him. If it cannot be established under such a prerequisite, Graf has no value at all.

"Did anyone see where that guy went?" Mr. Klein tore off his collar and growled. He had been notified by the last station that a steam locomotive would arrive here for transfer in an hour. Stuff needs to be unloaded and loaded. The high-intensity work has exhausted several workers, and Graf's absence has reduced the efficiency by more than 10%.

As he growled, he looked around the station, but unfortunately, he couldn't find Graff. So when the search was fruitless, Mr. Klein shouted in front of many people that he would punish Graff according to the content of the contract.

Nothing more than salary deductions and possibly fines.

Time-sensitive work is often more stringent in the content of the contract, just to restrain workers and prevent them from being lazy or absent from work.

Clearly, Graff had breached the contract.

But does Graff mind?

He doesn't mind!

Compared with working hard at the station, it is obvious that selling high-quality fruit wine privately can make more money, faster speed, and more money.

"We can't fight alone, we need a mature team to help us do these things." Dooling was teaching Graf his thoughts, and he said earnestly: "After all, our business is not legal, we need to pretend , we need to adequately protect our escape route in the event of exposure, and the ability to deal with risks.”

In the past two days, Du Lin has been thinking about how to make this business bigger and stronger almost every moment. After experiencing the failure of starting a business, he has become more careful, and he has a deeper understanding of everything he experienced in his dreams.

If a person wants to develop and succeed, it is absolutely impossible to succeed only by himself. At any time, in any society, the competitiveness is huge. In this environment, only by gathering more vested interests can we protect our core interests. It's like washing a car. If there were three or five people like Graff beside him, would that guy named Mad Dog Wesson dare to clean him up?

He dare not!

It is precisely because of such an incident related to his own interests that Du Lin has a clearer direction for his future development.

"The trading company I registered can import some low-alcohol wine as a cover, and there is also a market for low-alcohol wine. If we can find a way to purify low-alcohol wine, it will also be a huge source of income. At the same time, we also need people, about ten If there are twenty people, we must have the motivation and courage to pursue our dreams, and maybe we will face the challenges of some people in a short time."

After Graff listened to it, he immediately puffed up his chest, his chest muscles beat more than a woman's.

"Who is it? Who wants to do something to us?"

Du Lin felt a headache, who is it? Of course, it is those high-level wine dealers and wineries whose interests have been destroyed. This is like a wooden barrel full of water. If you throw an iron ball into it, some water will inevitably overflow. The high-altitude fruit wine that has never appeared before opened the market, and when it won the favor of those who love to drink, it also made them give up their previous choices. This is tantamount to snatching their share from others. This is not a legitimate business. After having this idea, Du Lin has already realized that this is a side door and a shady business.

Shady businesses have the same brutal market competition as those that can see the light. Ordinary businesses can use commercial means to complete the market rules of eliminating the inferior, so how can these shady businesses complete market competition and compete for winners?

It is nothing more than force, and there are all kinds of disgraceful and shady means.

Since you have ruined other people's jobs, don't think about other people smiling and saying flattering words to you. In the end, you still have to rely on your fists to speak.

After explaining for a long time, Graff slapped his forehead and let out a pia, with a look of disgust on his face, "Can't you just say that you want to form a gang?"

Create a... gang?

Du Lin fell silent. When he left the country, Mr. Kesma hoped that he could become a useful person to society, his mother hoped that he could become a successful person, and his brothers and sisters hoped that he could be a role model.

But no one ever expected him to be a gang person, and he was also the leader of the gang.

Since when did my great dream of getting rich be distorted into a nonsense of building a gang that went against my original wish?

Du Lin glanced at Graf, and considered the physical gap between the two sides. Maybe it was God's will? !

Du Lin didn't speak, but Graf became excited instead. He even laughed out loud, "I've long wanted to form a gang belonging to the Guarts. We Guarts are all brave fighters...", said When he got here, Graf looked at Dulin the same way Dulin looked at him just now, "Of course there are some..., ha ha! Once our gang is established, those damned Ogdins will not dare to Bully us, that's a good idea, I'm with you!"

As a minority race in the Yaoxing Empire, the living conditions of the Guarts are not very good. In an attitude of consuming ethnic minorities, the government recruited a large number of Guarts during the war, causing a large number of young and middle-aged people in the Guart ethnic group to be killed or injured. In the absence of sufficient youth, the Guarts have also become a weak race and are often bullied by the Ogdins. In Tenel City, most of the gangs are composed of Ogdins, such as Mad Dog Wesson, who is a typical Ogdins.

Du Lin was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said, "I think what we need is not a gang, but an organization, an organization belonging to the Guarts, the fellowship!"