Chapter 33: The Voices of the Crowd (II)

He was about to say something, but Saint-Yves suddenly stood up.

He put his arm around Chang Yu's shoulders and lowered his voice: "Chang, I'm definitely not those stupid and rude Irish, they preach bullshit patriotism to cover up their laziness and incompetence, but I'm not. Not only me, but the whole of Enfield, and even San Francisco, look the other way at you. Chang, you have lived in this city for 10 years, and it teaches you advanced knowledge and gives you a job that allows you to realize yourself. She nurtured you like a mother. But what has your people, your land, your true mother given you? They only give you hunger, sickness and poverty. โ€

Saint-Yves changed his words: "At that time, your hometown was full of starving people, your parents sold you two catties of millet, you were only fifteen years old, and you were driven onto the ship like an animal by slave traders"

Chang Yu's eyelids trembled violently, and he felt like a frog dissected alive on the operating table, and Saint-Yve's words were dismembering him little by little.

The delicate face in front of him was like a ghost: "You should be glad that when they were in the famine, they chose to sell you instead of eating you to satisfy hunger." โ€

Enraged, Chang Yu shoved Saint-Yves against the wall, his hands clutching his collar tightly, his eyes almost spewing fire.

Several guards rushed in, looking unkind.

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Chang Yu gritted his teeth and wanted to open his mouth several times, but his throat was like glue and he couldn't speak.

For a long time, Chang Yu's eyes lost focus, and he let go of his hand in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Monsieur Saint-Yve."

Saint-Yves pulled his collar and smiled unnaturally: "It's okay, I've always been a generous person. โ€

He raised his hand at the guard again: "You guys go out." โ€

The guards looked at each other for a long time before turning to leave.

"Look at this."

Saint-Yves sat back in his place, he opened the drawer, and showed Chang Yu a large volume of intricate drawing designs: "Giant Ymir's individual drawings." โ€

Chang Yu looked away and said softly, "Sir, this is not what I am responsible for. โ€

"It's okay."

Saint-Yves pushed the drawings to Chang Yu and said to himself: "Enfield's design was originally invited to this year's World's Fair. But up to now, it has too much power, and the problem that the three balls cannot be loaded has not been perfectly solved. โ€

Hearing the word "World Expo", Chang Yu's eyes fluctuated.

"The person in charge of this project recommended you to me, and speaking of which, you also solved the accident of the last triathlon ball. I know that you've been in charge of the repair and maintenance of individual and large steam equipment, and you don't have much access to component design. You can take this part of the drawings back and read them slowly, and you don't need to rush to give me an answer. What do you think? โ€

Chang Yu was silent for a while: "I'm willing to try." The smile on Saint-Yve's face was only half revealed, and Chang Yu followed up and said, "But I have one condition. โ€

Saint-Yves retracted his smile: "You say." โ€

"I ask for the signature of the design of the giant Ymir."

Chang Yu's tone was very resolute: "In addition, I asked to attend the London World's Fair as a member of the Enfield delegation and be the docent of this improved design. โ€

Saint-Yves frowned unhappily.

"The design of the protection of the dangerous section of the maritime railway, the dynamic vortex device of the Hera individual soldier, and the mercury vapor pipe of the NOยท4 UAV...... I never asked for a byline. โ€

Chang Yu took a deep breath: "Just this once." โ€

It took a long time for Saint-Yves to cover his forehead and reply, "You can't sign this design." But I could consider letting you join the delegation on a given basis. This is my biggest concession. This alone will already put Enfield under a lot of public pressure. โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ I hope you will keep your promises. โ€

Chang Yu bowed, picked up the design on the table, and turned to leave.

The wooden door to the office creaked shut. Saint-Yves stared at Chang Yu's cold features through the glass of the corridor, and it took a long time to withdraw his gaze.

He snapped his fingers and turned sideways to the secretary beside him and said, "If Chang can really solve the power problem of the giant Ymir, give him a larger room, and in addition, give him a thousand dollars." โ€

"Yes sir." The secretary nodded.

The valley was covered with shallow stars, the sky was already white, and the river water mixed with milky white moonlight rushed to the shore.

It was a depleted gold mining area, and because of the treacherous terrain and the difficulty of steam machines to climb, it was slowly abandoned by the big mines, and only the poor would occasionally try their luck.

Later, it became a dangerous zone for horse thieves and a gold panning ground for some poor Chinese miners.

"Ho ho~"

The hairless mule with missing front teeth roared in a hoarse voice, carrying a tattered cowboy in tatters covered in alcohol, his face covered by a high brim, and only a faint humming could be heard.

"Bang!"

A stone burst and smashed the hat on the drunkard's head!

The drunkard fell on his back, his vision turned upside down, facing the fresh bloody corpses that were crowded with the valleys.

Cha Xiaodao threw a broken stone up and down in his hand, and the smell of blood on his body lingered for a long time.

"Still alive?"

Li Yan on the mule stiffened a carp, and raised his eyebrows at the knife: "Have you eaten gun medicine?" โ€

Cha knife threw the stone away: "How did you find it?" โ€

Li Yan jumped off the mule: "Just inquire about the kind of place where you can throw corpses in the wilderness and die without proof, it doesn't take much effort." โ€

"Of those men, six were horse thieves and one was the judge's nephew. Inspired by the new law, they improvised the idea of robbing the Chinese miners who were mining here. And shot them with guns and threw the bodies into the river. After that, these people were still unsatisfied, and they went upstream by boat, and then they met me, who had come to pan for gold according to the astrology. โ€

"Understood, but what are you doing sitting here?"

Li Yan pulled the mule and walked over.

Cha Xiaodao stretched his waist, his eyes half-closed and half-open: "I'm annoyed, find a place where no one is calm and calm." โ€

Li Yan glanced back at the miserable corpse in the river, and suddenly asked, "Has Dorothy's book been delivered?" โ€

Cha Xiaodao glanced at his mouth: "It's here, it's in my hand, I didn't have time to look at it." โ€

"Give it to me."

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Cha Xiaodao took out a thick cover of a blood-colored fish head from his arms and threw it to Li Yan.

Li Yan opened it and flipped through a few pages, and then asked casually, "Get them?" โ€

Cha Xiaodao lowered his head: "You have an idea." โ€

"Then get them." Li Yan put the book away, thought for a while, and shook his head: "But let's do it, it's not like that." โ€