Lord of Industrialization

"I'll pay for the wine tonight!"

Frederick threw a handful of gold coins on the bar, and the cheers of the drinkers could be heard even on the street outside the bar.

The waitress kissed Frederick on the face a few times before getting up from his thighs and serving wine to the drinkers.

The wine and snacks were constantly brought out, and the whole tavern became a sea of ​​joy. Everyone toasted to Frederick's health and wealth.

Frederick didn't expect to meet someone he knew when he was out wandering. The bald merchant who had his tongue bitten by "divine punishment" in the caravan was a local.

The two chatted for a few words, and the bald merchant learned that Frederick was looking for a tavern, so he took him to the one he often visited.

The drinkers in this tavern are basically local small businessmen, some of whom opened shops and some traveled around. They usually drink and brag together, and can also exchange what they have.

Frederick wanted to understand the economic situation of the locals, and meeting such a group of people was like a pillow falling asleep.

After a few rounds of drinking, Frederick got a rough idea of ​​their turnover, taxes, profits and daily investment during the casual chat.

Everyone had to go to work tomorrow, so it was impossible to drink all night. They dispersed near the early morning and went home.

As the cool night breeze blew, Frederick suddenly realized that he seemed to be lost.

But it was not a big problem. He just needed to wait for the night watchman who patrolled at night to come and ask how to get to the arena.

Frederick strolled around and did not encounter the night watchman, but he encountered several groups of thieves and highway robbers.

There are many immigrants in the city recently, and more and more gangsters have come to try their luck.

Frederick knocked down a few people and turned an intersection according to the direction of the arena in his memory. Immediately, five people with daggers and short swords surrounded him.

He curled his lips and thought to himself that he should dress up as Batman or something and go out in the middle of the night to eliminate violence and protect the good.

Under the dim street lights, the leader of the robbers held the dagger in front of Frederick and said in Sardinian with a strange accent: "We are the Black Claw Gang. I advise you not to be ungrateful. Take off your clothes and hand over the money. I allow you to keep a pair of shorts!"

Several people nearby echoed and showed their hands painted black with charcoal.

Frederick sighed. The Black Claw Gang was too famous. This was the second group of fakes he had encountered tonight.

Mafia gave him the identity of the "Second Brother" of the Black Claw Gang, only below Mafia's "Mother" and Katie's "Big Sister". Now someone is pretending to be him, so he has to follow the family rules.

Before he could enforce the family rules, a man standing at the door of the tavern not far away rushed over and knocked down all the gangsters one by one.

Frederick recognized this enthusiastic citizen as Shitou, the sparring partner he saw at the training ground today.

He saw Shitou standing at the door of the bar just now, but he didn't see clearly and thought he was a member of the gang that the gangsters were letting out.

Before Frederick could thank him, the bell on the door of the bar rang and someone pushed the door open.

Shitou immediately turned around and gave up the last hit, running towards the person coming out of the tavern.

The person coming out of the tavern was the head coach of the training ground, who looked drunk and was hugging a girl.

Shitou said to him, "Sir, can you lend me ten ores?"

The head coach looked at him in surprise, turned around and asked the girl next to him, "Am I drunk? I seem to hear someone asking me to borrow ten ores?"

The girl said, "I heard it was also ten ores."

Shitou looked anxious and uneasy, rubbing his hands constantly, waiting for the head coach's answer.

The head coach snorted coldly, and the stench of alcohol choked Shitou, but he could only bear it.

"Ten ores?" The head coach had an incredible expression, "Why should I lend it to you? Wouldn't it be better for me to use these gold coins to find an actor to drink?"

Shitou stammered, "I... I want to participate in the competition, and I will return you twenty ores when I win."

The head coach's face showed a surprised expression, and then turned into disdain.

He mentioned several names in a row, and then continued: "If they come to me, let alone ten ores, even if it's twenty ores, I will put down my face and help to get sponsorship everywhere."

"But, you, can't!"

Frederick listened carefully in the shadows nearby. He had heard and seen the names that the head coach just mentioned during the day. They were all good young people in their early twenties.

Shitou said unconvincedly: "I am better than them. I have seen the strength of many contestants. They can only reach the top 32 at most."

The head coach said seriously: "Yes, their strength is not strong, but they are enterprising."

"They will lose this game, but they can use this as their motivation to move forward."

He snorted coldly and continued: "Look at yourself. I have seen your performance in the past ten years. You have no enterprising spirit and just get by every day. You were perfunctory when I arranged the exhibition match for you before."

"How can I believe you that you can get good results in this competition?"

What the head coach said were all facts, and Shitou could not refute.

Shitou said again: "I met a good girl, I want to give her a good life, so I want to get the prize money in the competition."

The head coach said disdainfully: "You'd better leave the good girl. Others can buy their own houses in the city after working for a few years, but you have been living in the dormitory of the arena for more than ten years. Don't hurt the girl."

He was not interested in talking anymore. He had to go back and discuss life with the girl. He couldn't waste time here.

Shitou grabbed the sleeve of the head coach who was about to leave and said anxiously: "I have paid tribute to you on time for more than ten years, more than ten ores. Please lend me some money for this. Five ores will do."

The unspoken rule was exposed, and the head coach was angry and shook Shitou away with a wave of his hand, shouting: "Get out!"

The street soon became quiet again. Shitou stood there for a long time, and finally had to leave with his head down.

Frederick followed silently behind. Since he lived in the arena, he would not get lost if he followed.

Sure enough, Shitou walked straight to a low-rise block next to the arena. Walking along the road, he could reach the back door of Frederick's house.

When Shitou was about to open the door to enter the house, he heard a shout behind him.

"Shitou!" Frederick threw a purse over, "Thank you for saving me just now."

Shitou caught the flying purse and looked at Frederick in surprise. Then he remembered that he had rushed over to beat up the robbers after discovering that someone was robbing, but then he was in a hurry to borrow money and didn't care anymore.

Frederick turned around and left after throwing the purse over. Although it was easy for him to deal with the robbers, they also took the initiative to help, so it would be wrong not to thank them.

It's just that he spent a lot of money on drinking just now, and there are only 8 ores in the purse.