"Boom!"

Big Ross chewed a somewhat hard black bean in his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and continued to say to his brother Little Ross and Tyrande unaffected: "Many people don't understand Raymont's approach, after all, he has been working in the Shambhala mine for a short time, and his connections and relationships are there. Leaving Shambhala and coming to Sarin, almost starting from scratch, is not wise to look at it.

But I think that's where Raymont comes in. The Shambhala Mine is really good, because it has been built a long time ago, and the facilities are much better than the shabby place of sarin. But it is precisely for this reason that the relationship at the Shambhala mine is too complicated. There are too many people below, and there are many people above, and the relationship is set up with the relationship, and the ability is next to the ability, and it is very difficult to be promoted.

Raymont is pretty good, but in the Shambhala mines, there are a lot of people like him who are actually more capable and well-connected than him. It will take him at least three years to survive in the Shambhala mines, and if he is unlucky, five years may not be. He should have seen this clearly before choosing to come to Shalin.

The place of sarin is indeed broken, there is nothing, but it is easy to get out of the way for sure. That's why he is so positive, just to let the people above see it and leave a good impression. In this way, if you are lucky one day, it is also possible to directly upgrade several levels. ”

"That's it......" Listening to Big Ross's words, Little Rose, who is the younger brother, nodded suddenly, picked up a few black beans from the plate, put them in his mouth and chewed them, thought about it and asked, "Hey, brother, why don't you say we should also behave well......?"

"Smack!"

Before Little Ross finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by Big Ross.

Big Ross gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "Drink your bar! Performance? Can we behave? No matter how bad Raymont is, he is also an overseer, and he can still read." And we are just a working coolie, we have to ask someone to help us write and read letters, and then how can we behave? So, drink your wine honestly, sleep after drinking, and work in a down-to-earth manner. Performance, opportunity, or anything has nothing to do with us, if there really is, we can't grasp it if it falls on our heads. ”

Ross Jr.: "......"

After a period of silence, Xiao Ross was a little shocked, and pouted unconvinced: "Can't I learn to read and write?" I don't think I'm stupid, study hard, I will definitely learn, and I can get ahead when the time comes!"

"Well, from today onwards, you will quit drinking. "Big Ross said, "Eat in the canteen every day, save the money to buy books and ask someone to teach you how to read, so persist in three or two years, you should learn." ”

"Ahh

"For a long time?" said Big Ross, snapping his fingers at his fingers, "I still think you're smarter than most." You must know that those rich young masters have been studying since they were seven or eight years old and have been learning until they are teenagers. In fact, if you study for three or two years, at most you can read and write, and you can't really write letters. Because what rhetoric is needed, it will take a few more years to learn it. ”

"Is it so difficult?" Xiao Ross's face changed a few times, and he retreated decisively, "Forget it, I still don't learn, let's make money honestly." I didn't expect it to be so troublesome to recognize a word. ”

"Hmph, you just know. Big Ross made a sound in his nostrils and said, "So, you and I don't have to think about acting, but Tyrande still has some possibility, after all, he can read, and our letters are all for him to read." ”

Tyrande listened, and hurriedly waved his hand: "I don't know many words, just read the letters, look at the tombstones and shop signs." ”

"That's better than us. Big Ross said, holding up his glass and making a toast, "So, you can have this drink, dear Tyrande! You are a big man in the future, and you will definitely not lack money for such a drink." ”

Tyrande's face stiffened, and he smiled helplessly: "I know that it is definitely not a good thing for you to pull me to drink...... But okay, I'll have this meal, but this is only this time, okay?"

"No problem. Big Ross said briskly, clinking glasses with Tyrande, and quickly sipping his beer.

After a drink, he put down the cup, and wiped the corners of his mouth, and Big Ross saw something. Squeezed his eyes into the corner and said, "Hey, have you two paid attention, the people over there are a little strange." ”

"Who?"

After listening to Big Ross, Little Rose and Tyrande looked together. I saw in the corner, at a three-legged table, sitting alone, without any snacks, holding a wooden cup, and drinking without a sip.

The man occasionally looked up and looked around, but there was no expression on his face, as if he had received some kind of injury, and had lost the ability to change expressions, or ...... Paralysis.

"That guy doesn't look like the guy who works with us, at least I haven't seen him, but looking at the dirt on his clothes, he should be busy on this construction site. Big Ross muttered quietly.

Tyrande blinked, thought of a possibility, and guessed, "Hey, it can't be the group of slaves that have been rumored to be, right?"

Among Tyrande's group, there have been rumors that there are a group of people on the construction site in addition to their miners from Shambhala, locally hired laborers, and mysterious wizards.

This group of people is scarce, only a hundred or so people, thin and weak, but their strength is not small. Hard-working, can work for more than ten hours in a row, and is the hardest, most tiring and risky work.

However, these people generally do not have contact with outsiders, and spend most of their time alone together, occasionally meeting with outsiders, and hardly communicating with them, and their faces are lifeless. Some have speculated that these may have been slave workers bought from a small country that I don't know. It is precisely because he is a slave that he is thin, because he is a slave, he works without complaints, and because he is a slave, the expression on his face is numb to emotion and does not change.

Tyrande felt that the person he saw now should be one of the "slaves".

But isn't it true that a "slave" has no freedom, how can he come here to drink? And if he drinks, he must pay for the wine and be allowed to have private property, and he is definitely not a slave.

Tyrande, who had studied with his uncle for a few years, knew a little more than the rest, and was puzzled at this time.

In confusion, he saw that the man with facial paralysis who was suspected of being a slave drank all his wine, put down the wine money, staggered up and walked over, ready to walk towards the door and leave here.

However, when he walked to the table, the facial paralyzed man's body shook, his eyes widened slightly, and then he "vomited", and a large amount of vomit sprayed out of his mouth. Big Ross was the closest and became the main target of the "attack", and before he could let out a short exclamation, he was sprayed all over.