Lynch's promise to speak at Curryland State University quickly spread the word.

The principal, vice-principal, and many teachers mobilized their part of their efforts to promote the public speech, and the state and local television stations also approached the school to broadcast the speech, even if it was a part of the broadcast fee.

The celebrity effect is still very useful in this era that can be called more or less simple, except that people will feel that everything they say is farting when facing politicians, and they still have a certain simple trust in what most celebrities and other public figures say.

They most likely don't think that the big names in high society will make up some lies in order to deceive a small ordinary person, but in fact they often do.

Lynch came back quickly, and on the third day he arrived in Couriland and had dinner with the mayor of Couriland.

The mayor of Kuriland is a forty-seven-year-old middle-aged man, who is a little younger than the mayor of Sabin next door, and is a very attractive middle-aged man.

At first glance, Lynch feels like he's a bit like ...... Star, he maintains a very fashionable hairstyle, compared with the traditional hairstyle has made some breakthroughs, the first handful of hair on his forehead does not fit the scalp with other hairs, but after perming the hair curls, there is a certain modern taste.

The colourful shirt also makes him look less traditional and stereotypical than most people his age, and of course it may be a change in taste to suit suit.

After a brief period of getting acquainted with each other, the mayor of Curiland asked the question, "Mr. Lynch, have you considered investing in York?"

"We have the best academic and research atmosphere in the state, the state university is here, and we are not lagging behind the international level in the study of some things. ”

"We are also very receptive to new things and kind to investors, maybe you should consider it. ”

Most of the country's rulers are facing the same problem, the employment rate has not been rising, compared to the 19.4 percent unemployment rate next door, the situation in Kuriland is better, only 14.7 percent.

It may seem much better, but the problem is still serious.

A large number of families need to rely on relief food to survive, and after more than half a year of distributing relief food, the finances of local city halls are also reaching their limits.

The rich don't want to shine anymore, and they don't have much money to come up with.

This is not a matter of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of dollars can achieve the goal, this is related to the problem of eating everyone in a city, even if there are only 300,000 people in a city who need relief food, everyone only needs one dollar of relief food every day, and they can eat 300,000 yuan of food in just one day!

Relying on the rich to donate money, how many 300,000 can they donate?

One?

Ten?

Or a hundred?

No matter how much they donate, the money will be quickly eaten by those who need it, and distributing relief food is not really a problem, so that they can buy food through labor and wealth.

Even if Lynch can provide 100 jobs, it means that he can solve at least 100 families struggling to make ends meet for the city of Kuriland every month, reducing the cost of potentially thousands of dollars.

If it can be reduced, the burden on the government will be easier.

But Lynch shook his head, "I have no intention of investing in China for the time being, the current domestic environment is not suitable for large-scale investment, and you know ......"

He picked up the napkin and stood at the corner of his mouth, "My next development focus will be abroad, so I can only say sorry." ”

The mayor was not too disappointed in this, he didn't have much hope in the first place, so he just asked casually, what if he agreed?

"I've heard some rumors about you, and I'm very interested in the trade war you're talking about, can you tell me more about it?", the mayor of Kuriland made another request.

Lynch nodded slightly, "Of course, but we don't have enough time, we can only talk about it in general terms, if you want to know more details, maybe you can come to the state university tomorrow." He smiled and shrugged, "You know, they invited me to give a public speech......"

Meanwhile, while Lynch and the mayor of Curryland were amicable over a sumptuous dinner, Mr. Preton was absconding in fear.

Who would have thought that Gavra's invincible royal fleet would actually lose to the Federation's navy, if he had known that this was the result, he would not have dared to let the Admiralty Chancellor stand up for himself.

He directly cut off contact with everyone, no matter who it was, the first time he knew the outcome of the naval battle, he left people's sight and absconded alone.

He doesn't trust anyone now, because anyone can betray him, whether it's to sell him to the Gevra or to the Federation, he can get a good price, or possibly a favor.

These people will be honored because of him, but he will die for it!

There was no doubt that, with what he knew about Emperor Gavra, the irascible man would have tied him to the cliff of sin and let the shield-billed eagle peck him to death.

It was one of Gavra's most cruel punishments, the shield-billed eagle was a bird of the eagle family endemic to Gavra, and its beak resembled a bony hammer, a hammer with sharp horns, compared to the pointed and hooked beaks of its many relatives.

This particular eagle mostly lives in coastal areas and feeds mainly on a variety of shellfish and crustaceans, they find their prey in the air, then aim at it, and begin to dive, falling like a bolt of lightning, accurately smashing the hard shell of the prey with a high-density blunt beak the size of a fist, and then pecking at the flesh inside.

Shield-billed hawks have complex recipes, and if given the chance, they also prey on some large mammals, and they are also very intelligent.

They know that if they crush the heads of these animals at once, they may only be able to eat one in a thousand, and more will be eaten by other animals, or rot.

So when they hunt large mammals, they start with the lower limbs of the target.

The hard hammer-like beak that can break bones and the speed of swooping down from the air can easily break the bones of any animal.

Animals that have lost their abilities will fall to the ground because they cannot walk upright, and then these shield-billed eagles will hammer the limbs of their prey little by little, while ensuring that they do not die immediately, in order to achieve an alternative purpose of storing food.

According to the research of some scholars and experts, a large mammal can live for about three days to a week under their siege, spending every day in despair.

While watching their bodies being eaten little by little, these animals also endure severe pain and high fever caused by various infections, until they are finally about to die, and the horror of having their heads crushed to pieces.

The emperors of Gavra have never been good-tempered, and in order to vent their anger, they will also clean and bandage the wounds of those who have been on the precipice of judgment, so that the tortured people can endure the fear and torture to the maximum, and die slowly and slowly in endless pain and fear.

Whether the legends were true or not, Preton didn't want to try.

He had just come out of the train station at this time, and the station in the middle of summer was always filled with a strong smell of sweat and a certain bad smell, he carried a bag, stood on the square outside the station, paid attention to the surrounding environment, and quickly walked to the side of the road.

No one knew that Preton, who was being searched for by both Gavra and the Federation, was actually in the territory of the Federation at this time.

The last time he created the illusion that he had fled, he hadn't, and he remained in the Federation.

In his view, the Confederation is safer than Gavreus or elsewhere, and the loose political system and liberal system make arrests here always less intense.

In addition, there are no particularly clear photos of him in the past few years, and it is basically impossible to catch him through a wanted warrant.

This is a country of money, as long as you have money, you can live well here, he has money, a lot of money.

In addition to some accounts that everyone knows, he has a lot of emergency and backup accounts, which are more than enough for him to squander a lifetime in the Federation.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he thought of this, those fools are probably still chasing after his fake identities outside at this time, right?

From the first day he set foot on the land of Nagalil, Preton had already thought that he would have such a day, after all, he had enough things for some people to shoot at him.

So he made everything very clear, he would go to the western part of the Federation as soon as possible, and then find a small town without communication and television to stay for a while, and then find a way to get out after mixing with the locals......

Just as Preton was about to find a place to settle down first, several young men stood up in the alley next to the station.

A girl was the first to walk out of the alley and toward Preton.

In the latter view, he is now disguised as "ordinary" enough, but in fact, what he thinks is ordinary is still not ordinary enough, at least in the current environment, ordinary people do not seem to be able to wear clean clothes and carry a calfskin bag out of the station in the middle of the night.

So the girl was going to try her luck, and she quickly followed Preton, who turned to look at the woman very alertly, and the murderous intent in her eyes flashed away.

"Is there anything wrong, ma'am?"

The man in front of him was dressed in cool summer clothes, a short skirt, a bandeau top, and possibly panties to tie his hair.

She showed off her beautiful body and made a physical gesture, "Sir, are you playing?"