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"He said, his rice, a hundred ounces for two dollars."

"What? This is blackmail! Tell him that this is naked blackmail! ”

"Mr. Yang said that your rice is too expensive, and he won't buy it."

"Expensive? One stone of rice and two taels of silver, which is already very cheap. ”

"Sir, he said that this is already the lowest price and it cannot be lowered."

"My God, this guy is simply the devil......"

Leaning on the railing of the cruiser "San Francisco", Yi Shui watched without saying a word at a fierce argument going on not far away: with the "help" of the translator, the ship's head cook was haggling with a group of vendors who had come in small boats to sell grain, aquatic products, vegetables and fruits, while a little further away from the warship, some other vendors who had come late were shouting at their peers to leave quickly and give up their trading positions.

It's undoubtedly a scene full of dark humor, but it's also very realistic—but Yi Shui doesn't like that reality.

But he did not want to see a crowd of angry, rudimentarily armed civilians who were determined to fight the American army to the end, because at that time he would be forced to order the mercenaries to open fire on them; Despite his extreme reluctance to give such an order, he had no choice.

Of course, looking at the emotional traders, Yi Shui sighed slowly, thankfully, such a tragedy is almost impossible to happen now, and the attitude of the vendors has said a lot, as for the others, the villagers who have to move away from the village where they live......

"Lieutenant Colonel, you're here." Mahan's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Yi Shui turned his head to see the Navy Colonel walking towards him with a strange middle-aged white man.

The warship was not large, so they quickly got to him.

"Colonel, are you looking for me?" Yi Shui asked, and looked at the middle-aged man, "Who is this?" ”

"Oh, let me introduce you to you." Mahan pointed to the middle-aged man and said to Yi Shui, "This is Mr. Conger, the Minister of the Federal Government in Beijing. Then he turned to Conger. This is Mr. Yi Shui, a special observer of the Umbrella Company, and he is also the deputy commander of the expeditionary fleet. ”

"I've heard of you, Mr. Yi Shui," Conger said, holding out his hand, "I've heard that Washington has conferred on you the rank of Provisional Marine Lieutenant Colonel. ”

"It's my pleasure. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Minister. Yi Shui replied and shook hands with Conger.

"Good. Gentlemen, now that you know each other, I think we can get down to business. Mahan announced. Although this seemed too hasty and extremely informal, he knew that Yi Shui and Conger didn't have anything to talk about to kill time, and Conger didn't necessarily want to talk to Yi Shui, so it was more appropriate to talk about business.

"Mr. Conger is interested in and appreciates the migration we are doing," he said Yishui, "but he sees some shortcomings in our approach." ”

This is undoubtedly a discounted description. In fact, Conger was not satisfied with Yi Shui's plan, which he considered a waste of time and money, but given that the plan was completely in line with Washington's requirements, the only thing he could do was pick the bones in the eggs.

However, Mahan was also very dissatisfied with the minister, whose tardiness forced him to face a Chinese chaplain with a higher rank and position than himself, and although Su Yuanchun did not realize that his position was superior, and had been quite cautious, Mahan still felt extremely uncomfortable.

And most crucially, Conger was four days late, and as a professional soldier, he could not tolerate such a mistake.

He decided to favor Yi Shui in the conversation.

That's fine, but in fact Yi Shui doesn't need his favoritism. The plan he should carry out in Guangzhou Bay had been discussed repeatedly with Qin Lang when he was in San Diego, and he did not think that Conger could be more difficult to deal with than Qin Lang. "Tell me straight, Mr. Minister."

"That's right, Mr. Yi." Conger smiled falsely, professionally, "My personal opinion, perhaps because of your feelings for your fellow citizens, is that you have a rather lacking plan, eh...... I think it's hard to get everyone to leave just by paying compensation to induce the residents here to abandon their homes. On the basis of past experience, I believe that some direct action should be taken...... Force. Since Washington hired security guards from Umbrella, we should use them, shouldn't we? ”

"Mr. Conger—"

"Colonel, let me explain it to Mr. Minister." Yi Shui raised his hand and motioned for Mahan to let him settle the matter. The Colonel seemed to be about to say something, but hesitated, and finally nodded in understanding. "It's convenient, you know the plan better than I do, Lieutenant Colonel."

Yi Shui nodded slightly, and then said to Conger: "Mr. Minister, I must explain that: first, in the ongoing migration operation, force is not necessary; Second, you're only part of the plan. ”

"And what's all the plan?"

"Overall, it's not complicated." Yi Shui made a gesture, "Compensation is only the first step, the next ......"

Haitou Port Village.

"You know, sir, that when we came here four days ago, the village could have gathered more than two hundred people to surround us under this tree, but now," Graff pouted at Thomas, "it is evident that there will not be many people left in the village when these men are gone. ”

"But that's exactly what the boss and Colonel Mahan were looking forward to, wasn't it?" Wen Deji shrugged tentatively.

The two of them, of course, as well as Thomas and the other two squad commanders in the squad, as well as all the members of the squad, were standing at the entrance of Haitou Harbor Village, monitoring the relocation of the village. The statistics show that the vast majority of the villagers have already decided to leave, and of course this is true.

The road leading to the outside world of the village was completely blocked by the moving teams - hundreds of mules loaded with furniture, household items and food, and livestock driven by the villagers slowly wriggled along the road, everyone laughing loudly, and a group of cheerful children running around with their newly purchased toys......

No matter how you look at it, these people don't look like they were "forced" to leave their homes.

"Gentlemen, it is clear that the situation here is much better than we thought." Thomas shrugged, "No wonder Mr. Qin always says that all the troubles that can be solved with money are not troubles. Then he turned his head to look at Moon. Wen, did the people who went to the cemetery come back? ”

"Not yet, sir." Wen Deji shook his head. Because of the need to move the ancestral grave, the villagers invited Taoist priests and monks to do things in the cemetery, and the mercenaries were probably watching happily.

"Then we'll wait for them for a few more minutes." Thomas was anxious to get out of here and go to the next village. He is now regretting being the commander of the advance squad, because it only means one thing, while the rest of the troops are resting, he has to run around the Canton Bay area with the squad, performing all sorts of tasks.

He hated it.

This is discrimination against black people......

"These people...... Do they have to leave with food, poultry and livestock? Graff asked suddenly, a question that could only be answered by Grace. Why not? Mr. Graff, that's their property. ”

"But they're on the move. Obviously, this would be extremely unwise. ”

"What do you mean?"

Graff didn't answer the question head-on, he looked at the others. "Hey guys, what do you think of our food lately?"

"Oh, don't mention it, it's terrible." Almost everyone was yelling like that.

Spam Luncheon Meat, Spam Luncheon Meat, Spam Luncheon Meat...... After leaving San Diego, Spam luncheon meat was the only meat on the ship, except for a time in Hawaii, and now every mercenary has developed a feeling of disgust with it and wants to improve the food supply as soon as possible.

And now, when Graff sees the cattle that the villagers are struggling to drive and the poultry they hold in their hands, he feels the time has come for a change. "I think we can enjoy a big barbecue feast."

It only took a few moments for everyone else to understand what he meant. "That's a really good idea, what are we waiting for?" They screamed, but Wen Deji frowned. "What do you want to do, Mr. Graff?"

"We can buy all of those things." Graff wasn't a fool, and although he wanted to save the money on food for other things, he knew better what kind of person his boss was - Qin Lang was rich and powerful, and sending some idiot who broke his rules to prison for a thousand years was just a small meaning to him.

Of course, it is more likely that this unfortunate man mysteriously disappeared from the world and was then dug out of the desert of Bridegroom Lake many years later - by the most accidental circumstances.

Graff had heard too many stories like this, and he didn't want to end up in the same situation himself.

"Guys, start scraping together now." He shouted to the others, and then said to Wen Desi, "Wen, talk to those villagers, I think they will be willing to exchange what they have in their hands for banknotes." ”

"No problem." As long as it wasn't a robbery, he certainly wouldn't object to it - after all, he also wanted to improve the food. He called two mercenaries and led them to the villagers who were leaving the village.

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