Cosma Empire

The literacy class was arranged, a sum of money was spent, and with the care of Mr. Klein, his daughter was very caring. In this world where capital is king, rich people should enjoy people's respect and privileges in society. After all, money is people's father.

During the day, Du Lin has been busy watching the blacksmith making a large still, buying some necessary equipment and utensils, and attending literacy classes with the fellow countrymen at night. I have to say that compared to the square characters in the world in the dream, the characters in this world are really not difficult to learn. Just like people can speak, know enough letters, and then know how to spell these letters, basically reading is not a problem.

All that remains is to read more, memorize more vocabulary, and write. Every member of the Association knows that such opportunities are hard-won, and knowledge is as expensive a resource as money. For a quick literacy class like this, everyone needs to pay a tuition fee of fifteen yuan. This amount of money is really an astronomical sum for these teenagers, at least before joining the hometown association.

As long as they have a little money in their pockets, they will take it home and give it to their parents to improve their lives, add a piece or two of clothes for their younger siblings, or buy them some delicious food. Therefore, every teenager is very serious about being able to literacy, learning to write and read aloud. They don't need anyone to tell them, they absorb knowledge like a sponge.

Except Graff.

"God, I think I'm going crazy!" Graf, who secretly hid a bottle of wine into the classroom, sat in the last row, looking at the crooked letters on the blackboard, he felt that his brain was getting bigger. He glanced drunkenly at Du Lin, who was very serious beside him, and asked, "Can I make more money after learning this?"

Du Lin tilted his head and glanced at him, thought about it seriously, and then shook his head, "No, learning to read and write won't make you more money!"

Graff belched and exhaled a foul smell of alcohol, "Then why should I learn it?"

"At least it will allow you to live with dignity and dignity."

Graf laughed again, "Didn't we say that before? When we earn money, let those college students be our assistants, and then hire a few highly educated female secretaries, wouldn't it be more decent?"

Du Lin nodded this time. He can't wake up a drunk person who doesn't want to be sober, and he doesn't have to change other people's minds. There is a saying in the dream that is very true, don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself. To put it simply, he is not a person who is willing to be controlled by others, so he will not easily control those who are not willing to be controlled by him, except for special circumstances.

Graff didn't want to be a literate, at least one who could read newspapers fluently, that was his business. After getting along with Graff these days, Du Lin felt that he had seen through Graff. This is a man with no big ambitions. The best job for him is to be an apartment, and then wander the streets all day, bragging and drinking. But I have to say that Graff helped me, especially the more than 40 yuan, and some other small things.

For friendship, Du Lin still takes it a bit seriously. Before Graff owed him, Graff would definitely be his friend.

On the contrary, these days he is very, very optimistic about the young man named Dufo. Perhaps this has something to do with Dufo's time in prison. It is precisely because he can understand the preciousness of opportunities after he has tasted helplessness and bitterness. Whether it is doing things, or sitting here to learn to read and learn some words, Buddha is the most serious.

Those who are serious may not be able to succeed, but if they are not serious... He glanced at Graf, and he is doomed to fail.

On the fifth day, Durin asked Dufer to watch the construction of the farm shed, while he supervised different blacksmiths in the city to build different parts of the still. At this moment, Dufo suddenly ran over. This is something that has never happened before,

No matter what Du Lin told him, he could always complete it meticulously, and he would never leave what he should do like now.

Well, something must have happened over there on the farm.

After talking to the blacksmith for a few words, he walked out of the blacksmith's shop. The cold air outside the house rushed towards his face, making him feel as if he was drowning and suffocating at the moment when the cold and heat alternated. He took out a cigarette, threw it to Duffer, and lit one himself. When the two reached the side of the road, Du Lin asked, "What happened in such a hurry?"

After taking a puff of cigarette, Duffer came over and said in a low voice, "Morris brought someone here, and he made a fuss for a while, saying that Hoon had mortgaged the ranch to him, and he also said he wanted to see you."

Du Lin frowned all of a sudden, and the last thing he wanted to see happened. He had praised Duffer before, saying that he was very clever, and after seeing Hoon go to the deli, he knew to go in and check if Morris was there. In Du Lin's view, since Hu En has gone, Morris will never let him go if he can't get the money, but the problem still arises, but which link is wrong.

When he closed his eyes and meditated, Dufo took the initiative to leave a certain distance, so as not to disturb Du Lin's thinking.

After about four or five minutes, Du Lin ruthlessly threw the cigarette butt that burned to the buttocks in his hand on the ground. The cigarette butt bounced on the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

He figured it out, it must be Hu En who gave Morris some of the money, temporarily appeased Morris in this way, and then lied that he would give the ranch to Morris. After Morris got a certain amount of money plus the value of the ranch, there must be more, so he admitted this way. After settling his debts, Hu En returned to his hometown with his family and some humble belongings four days ago.

Damn it!

He kicked the lamp post next to him hard, and made a muffled noise, causing the pedestrians around to look over.

Du Lin took a deep breath and called Dufo over. He took out a roll of money from his pocket, counted out 50 yuan, and stuffed it into Dufo's hand. Where is Hu En and his wife's hometown, and then find them and get back the money that belongs to us. In addition, you go and tell Morris that we will meet at the Golden Crystal Bar at night, and I will wait for him."

He took another step forward, and almost stuck to Dufo, one hand directly wrapped around Dufo's shoulder, and pressed it on his shoulder, "Bring a weapon, just in case!"

Dufo nodded vigorously, turned around and ran away.

Du Lin stood on the spot alone, and an unknown fire rose in his heart again, and he kicked the lamppost several times fiercely.

He was really angry. He felt that he had done a very good job. He knew that Hu En's ranch would belong to Morris after the end of the month, and he knew that he could buy it from Morris at a lower price. But he felt that Hu En's family should still be given a way out, a chance. So he paid a three hundred bucks premium for that piece of shitty ranch.

But what did his kindness get in return?

In exchange for deceit and lies!

That damn guy must be very proud now, right? With hundreds of thousands of dollars, getting rid of the burden of debt, can you live a chic life when you return to your hometown?

I'm so stupid!

Du Lin slapped himself, and this incident also made him realize that in this cruel world, anyone who has a little bit of kindness left may be used by others!

At this time, a policeman came by the side of the road. He frowned and looked at Du Lin, "Boy, is it you who kicked the lamppost? According to the imperial law, disrupting public affairs is punishable, you know..."

Du Lin looked at the policeman as if he were looking at a grinning dog. Before he could finish speaking, he impatiently took out a roll of one-yuan bills from the other pocket of his trousers, counted five of them and threw them on the On the ground, turn around and leave.

The policeman wanted to teach this impolite young man a lesson, but he looked at the five banknotes on the ground that had started to float in the wind, and immediately gave up his previous thoughts, bent down and picked them up one by one. , put it in your pocket.

He straightened his police cap, and then continued to patrol his territory with a proud face like before.

It's like...a dog circling its territory!