"The previous shipment, there was a dividend of 2 million, and it has not been given to you yet, in addition, this time you bought another 2 million materials, and this batch of goods will also be given to you first. I still have more than 1 million rich funds here, as the capital, I will also give it to you. ”

Duchamp was unceremonious and collected all the money that Lu had taken out.

"I flew to Kaslai as fast as I could, the grain there is much cheaper than ours, what kind of varieties do you want?"

"The main purchase is wheat and flour, and I heard that the liquor there is also good, which is in high demand in Pvinis, and you can also buy some coffee and sugar."

Duchamp took a small note and wrote it down, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that we don't have anything to sell to them here, and it's not cost-effective to go empty." ”

The business that Duchamp and Lu planned to do was to resell grain. After hearing from the city lord that the price of grain here had risen, Duchamp looked for a way to inquire, and sure enough, the grain in Pvenis and Floling had risen by more than half, and it might double in the short term. So, the two planned to immediately carry out a righteous act to stabilize prices.

Duchamp carried more than 5 million meters and flew to Kaslai at the fastest speed.

The sight in front of him startled him!

Is this still the same classical and elegant city?

The overwhelming amount of printed material flooded every street building in the city. From the tin horn, there were all kinds of sounds. In the streets, volunteers from all factions marched with drums carrying enlarged photos of the candidates they supported, encouraging passers-by to vote. On the street corner, groups of old ladies, like preaching the gospel, repeatedly recited the benefits of so-and-so candidate over and over again in front of passers-by on the road.

As soon as Duchamp walked out of the airport, before he could react, all kinds of prints and small flags were stuffed over. Duchamp looked at these small flags with the faces of the candidates of various parties, and couldn't help but laugh. He shook it off at the right time, and responded to the enthusiastic aunts, who were so happy that a few of them immediately pounced on him to kiss Duchamp.

Duchamp fled, shouting as he ran: "N0, I'm just a foreign tourist, I don't have the right to vote." ”

"Mom, this feels a lot more exciting than going to Thailand to watch the election, well, it is!"

Duchamp looked at the small flag in his hand and froze.

The flag bears the portrait of General Nottings Polk, the candidate of the People's Progressive Party, and underneath his campaign manifesto: "Defend our people and children as tough guys." ”

It turns out that he hasn't fallen yet!

Duchamp threw the flag on the ground and stepped on it.

"Sir, do you disagree with the candidate of the People's Progressive Party?" Someone next to him asked.

Duchamp was startled and quickly turned around, and it turned out to be a young lady.

"Who are you?" Duchamp asked warily.

"I'm Sinny, a reporter for Kasley Newsletter, and you haven't answered my question, sir."

Duchamp hurriedly picked up Polk's election flag and said, "No, no, I'm just a foreign tourist, how can I have an opinion about the electors of your country." ”

"You don't have to hide it like that, I saw your expression just now! Could it be that my identity is making you nervous? Sinnie disgruntled to point out Duchamp's flaws.

Khan, journalists in this world are really difficult to deal with. Duchamp was sweating, and he tried to change the subject.

"Madam, you see, I am a foreigner, I have just arrived in Kaslai, and I am not very used to the elections in your country. By the way, who among the parties is now with a higher voice and may become the next president? ”

"Among the electors, General Polk, who you just trampled underfoot, is a hot person, and Schleier Noginson of the Republican Party is on his par, even my favorite. The National Front's Elbridge Humphrey followed them closely, with the Socialist Party's Rock Smith fourth. It is unlikely that the other parties will receive more than the quorum of votes, which is basically negligible. ”

Duchamp politely thanked her for the introduction, and made a perfunctory gesture, even asking for one of her business cards before leaving.

"Young, pretty, energetic, and in good shape." Duchamp gave a good score to the female reporter just now.

"Anyway, the information given to Uncle Ka doesn't seem to have any effect, so let's go and see him."

Duchamp used an owl to throw a letter to the Guerrilla Association.

The owl fluttered through the three zones and landed from the open window to the reception desk.

"Wow, the owl-kun is here, welcome, welcome." Tracy, the receptionist, hurriedly raised her hand to greet the owl, and now in her mind, the bird had become a god-like animal.

The owl stood there, not walking, nor making any movement.

Tracy hurriedly went to Resis for advice, and Reses ran down to look at the bird, and muttered, "This should be Mr. Cassius himself to get the letter." ”

Resus went out to look for Cassius, and Tracy hurriedly found a lot of things to entertain the hero.

"You don't like nuts? So how about the melon seeds, I'll peel them for you and don't eat them? Looks like I need to look up the owl feeding manual. By the way, do you drink coffee? ”

Cassius and Resus walked in, just in time to see Tracy brewing a large cup of coffee for the owl and placing it in front of it.

"Tracy, you're being naughty again, owls don't drink coffee." Rathers walked over and took his coffee and drank it.

The owl turned his head, stared at Cassius with big eyes, and after confirming that it was the recipient, he spat out a note: "Dome Cafe in Block 6, Dinner in Private Room 2." Please reply if you can arrive on time. ”

Cassius replied with the word "punctuality", and the owl swallowed the note, flapped its wings, and flew away from the window.

"Are you going to meet the mysterious man?" Tracy stared at Cassius with sparkling eyes.

"I'm sorry Tracy can't take you there." Cassius said with a smile.

"I know, but can you describe the gentleman's appearance or something, knowing that he can sneak into such a place single-handedly, he must be a great merry man."

"Well, he's a character you would never expect to be him when you see him, and he may be different from the imagination of a little girl." Cassius said.

"Tracy, don't talk about the owl again, isn't Hamill's lesson deep enough?"

"How do I know that when I scream like that, he can hear it." Tracy muttered.

"These are extraordinary times, you have to be very careful, and the job you are doing is definitely not a simple comfortable job such as receiving letters." Resus began to teach mother-in-law again.

Cassius said goodbye to the magical pair and walked out.

He walked along the river, towards the side of the council square, and thought sadly to how he would explain the current situation to S when he met him later.