"Do you think Abion won't cooperate with us? I think this guy is very talkative, and the people have a very positive opinion of him, probably not?", Dufo closed the door and walked to the sofa and sat down, he took an apple from the fruit bowl on the table, and took a bite, this guy has a soft spot for apples, as long as he can see an apple, he will definitely get one to gnaw.

Durin nodded, after the bank robbery, he had become closer to these brothers, and naturally there was nothing that could not be said. He saw that Du Buddha was nibbling on the apple so fragrant, and he also grabbed one in his hand, "He seems to be very good at talking and unassertive, but you need to take into account his identity and status." You say that he is the representative of the local people, how can the representative of a tribe be so submissive? If it is not that he wants to leave here as soon as possible and perfunctory me, then it means that he is just a puppet. ”

"If he were a puppet, then he would definitely not hesitate to join us in the face of such an opportunity, so as to get rid of his identity as a puppet. But he didn't, which was tantamount to telling me that he rejected me. Speaking of this, Durin laughed, he took a bite of the apple, the juice fried out of the flesh during the chewing process, the sweet taste was indeed eye-catching, he nibbled on the apple, and said: "He may feel that he has become less important after joining the association, so in order to protect his personal rights, he chose to avoid it." It's a shame, you know? It's a sin to make it impossible for a group of people to stand up for the sake of one person! If it had been before, he would have betrayed the country and the people by doing so!"

Dulin stopped suddenly, he put the half-bitten apple on the table, sat upright, looked straight at Du Fo, met Du Fo's gaze and said: "Du Fo, my brother, do you believe that I can lead all the people of the clan out of a different path? Do you believe that I can lead everyone to stand on the cusp of this era and make our own voice to the world?"

Du Fo also became serious, and he nodded vigorously, "I believe, I always believe, I firmly believe!"

Durin smiled faintly, leaned back on the sofa, and showed a playful expression, "Then let our stormtroopers clear all the obstacles that hinder the rise of our race! This is the glory that belongs to you, and the glory that belongs to Savi, one day we will stand on the Capitol Hill to witness all the roads we have traveled, and then we will see that everything we have done is extremely right!"

Durin had already made his decision, and Abion's side had just stepped off the eye-catching, dazzling Haus Luwei in the sun. The residents of the Fifth Administrative District stopped and looked at the luxury car, and Abion who got out of it.

The city has seven administrative districts, and the laws vary from state to state, as well as in terms of urban planning. In remote and economically underdeveloped areas, cities are largely crowded together and lack adequate planning and design. However, great efforts have been put into the planning and design of cities in developed areas to ensure the balance of each class and each industry.

The First Administrative Region is the most beautiful and prosperous area on the coastline, inhabited by the wealthy, the city that never sleeps, and is also the commercial center and heart of the city. The second administrative district is where the successful people of the mainstream society live, where many companies are gathered, and the working atmosphere is stronger than that of the first administrative district. The 3rd to 5th boroughs are places where the middle and lower classes live, with a number of handicraft workshops and non-polluting factories. The 6th and 7th administrative districts are like another city, twenty kilometers away.

There are heavily polluting factories, noisy factories, and many homeless people and beggars. The city collects all this "garbage" and sends it here for voluntary labor, giving them enough food every day and a "labor fee" of five yuan a month. Here they will work for the rest of their lives, or be sent to the wild to fend for themselves as even more useless "scum".

Such a concise division may be a kind of class crushing in the eyes of some people, but it is indeed the best way to divide this era and this society. By separating each class, it is possible to avoid the contradictions that arise between the classes. The poor are always with the poor, and the contradictions between them are only internal contradictions, even if they play out the dog's brains, it is a matter between the poor and the poor, and it will never become a class contradiction.

Abion, as well as the vast majority of Guartes, live in the Fifth Administrative District, which can also be said to be the Fifth District. The biggest dream of the people who live here is to find a better job, earn more money, and then buy a house in the 4th arrondissement and bring their families with them. There are better medical resources, better educational resources, better living conditions, and even better job opportunities.

These people's desire for wealth was beyond the imagination of the residents of the first four districts, so when Abion got out of the luxury car, all eyes were on him. When some people saw his face clearly, they cursed and left, they thought they were some kind of rich man, and they wanted to stammer, but they didn't expect that the person who got out of the car was a poor ghost like them. But some of the Guerts gathered around him, wondering if something had happened, if something good was waiting for him.

Facing the compatriots who came around, Abion shook his head quietly and explained, "There is a respectable gentleman who wants to consult a little about something, and it just so happens that I know something, so after he finished speaking, he sent a car to take me back...... Okay, okay, let's go back and do our own thing, if there's anything good, I'll definitely let you know!"

Given what people knew about Abion, they didn't think he was lying, and they left. Abion returned home seemingly peacefully, and his gentle wife opened the door for him, and just as he was about to ask him what he would eat for the evening, he punched him with a hideous face. His wife kept her mouth shut in fear, not allowing herself to make a single sound. Abion vented his anger like a sandbag, and then gradually stopped.

He pulled his wilting wife up on the ground, patted the dust off her body, and then took out two dollars from his pocket and stuffed them into her hand, "Go buy some chicken in the evening and come back, call me when it's ready." He was very sensible and did not do anything in his wife's face, which would make people realize that he was not actually a good person he showed to everyone, and he would take out his anger at her every time something did not go his way.

His wife had tried to resist, but Abion told her that if she told people outside that he had beaten her, then he would tell them that she was cheating with other men behind his back, and that's why he would beat her.

Faced with such a situation, his wife could only endure it, but fortunately, Abion was very restrained even when venting his anger, and in addition to making his wife feel pain all over, he did not beat his wife to the point where he needed to go to the hospital.

Maybe this wasn't intentional on his part, or maybe he only had so much combat power.

The woman's body trembled under her clothes, pursed her lips, straightened her hair, and left the house with her hands on the wall. Abion went up to the room on the second floor, and sat down on the table, as he looked at the charter he had thrown up, and a wave of anger rose again.

It is unforgivable for someone to want to destroy his position among the Gualts! He has finally pretended to be in his position for more than ten years to have today, and you can take it away if you say you want to take it? His face was a little distorted, and he grabbed a paper cutter and stuck it hard into the thin charter, tearing it hard, cutting it hard!

It was just the husband and wife at dinner, they had three children, the eldest was in college in another city, and the other two children were not in Ilian. This is a tourist city, the level of education can only be said to be average, and people with a little ability are willing to send their children to other places to go to school, rather than studying some "tourism major" here. Tourism may be a good subject in the eyes of some people, and they can get a job as soon as they graduate, but Abyan feels that his children should have more ambitious goals and ideals, and cannot be confined to a small Ilian city.

The silence between the husband and wife made Abion even more irritable, and he slammed his knife and fork on the table, and the table jumped. His wife shuddered and curled up, and after a stormy punch, Abion sat down at the table again, "Go back to your parents' house for a few days when it's completely dark, and I'll give you the money for your journey." Just now he accidentally hit her in the face, with two bruised fist marks, which will let others know that he is a domestic violence man, thus changing his impression, but he can't change this natural behavior that he has long been accustomed to.

His wife straightened her clothes, touched the pain on her face, sat back down at the table without saying a word, and continued to eat her dinner in small bites.

At the end of the dinner, Abion took five dollars to his wife and urged her to go out at night. After closing the door, he sat on the cheap sofa in the living room and thought about a lot of things. He thought that he could not let it go, and that with the wealth of the man called Durin, he could go directly past him and find the other people to join his fellow countrymen. Once someone joins and gets the benefits that they don't get from him, soon people will give up on him, so he has to do something.

After thinking for a long time, he suddenly stood up, took his coat and left the house, he needed to discuss it with the others.