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Wren worked as an office newspaper reader for many years before he crossed over, spending his days with newspapers and tea. Being in the system, we naturally know all the shortcomings of the bureaucratic system, the most common of which is to deceive the superiors and subordinates. In many cases, high-level policies are often the closest to the common people, but in the process of policy transmission and implementation, they are distorted and distorted layer by layer, and eventually become a profit-making tool used by some people to prey on the common people. They take advantage of the space at the top level away from the grassroots to conceal many things and not report them, and coerce and induce the lower levels.

The easiest way to avoid this is to go to the grassroots level in person.

Lane after road, Wren was quite satisfied with the current situation, there were no moths, and every layer carried out his decree well. Of course, this is also related to his killing spree, the influence of the purge of the city lord's mansion is far from over, and it is known that this city lord is not the kind of "nobleman" who only stays in a warm room and takes some decrees for granted, but is a real ruler.

When you walk to Fountain Garden Street, people are in full swing to dismantle the fountain, and a monument belonging to the common people will be erected here, and the enthusiasm of the people is unimaginable. Look at the huge stele lying flat on the ground of the stone slabs, tied to dozens of ropes. More than 200 sturdy adult males waited for orders, ready to erect the stele at any time and place.

Seeing Wren's arrival, everyone took off their hats and saluted, and wisps of mist rose from their hot heads. They saluted in awe and greeted the city lord with a smile on their faces.

Wren walked over to the stone monument and stroked the engraved names, this kind of political catwalk is a skill that every politician must master.

From beginning to end, there were almost two thousand, eight hundred names, and he pursed his lips and looked at the Ortlenburg people around him.

"Say something, Lord Castle!", one of the neighborhood councilors shouted loudly, and the people looked expectant.

He smiled and nodded, "Okay, say something." He can understand people's mentality, when a high-ranking big man walks to his side, he will involuntarily give birth to a kind of excitement and a kind of worship in his heart, which is a common emotion of all human beings. Wren thought for a moment and said, "I'm satisfied, very satisfied. When I first came to Ortlenburg, it was like a garbage heap, the streets were full of sewage, and there was human and animal waste everywhere, and I was thinking, old guy, oh my God, what the hell I've come to in this place!"

More and more people gathered around, and at the same time, bursts of laughter, Wren's exaggerated expression did not make them feel that this was a kind of hurt, a kind of perfunctory, but felt that Wren was right. The former Ortlenburg was a place full of garbage and smells, and nothing was clean except for the SC district. They are like maggots living in a mountain of garbage, struggling in sewage.

"But please look around you now, look at the neat and clean streets, the new city has shown its new, surging vitality. Wren walked into the middle of the crowd, and people cautiously expressed their desire to get close to Wren, but they were also very restrained, and there was no headache for Blair. "I'm not from Ortlenburg, but I'm here, right now, here, and I wish I was from Ortlenburg. In a short period of time, we have changed everything. We have overcome many difficulties, including malice from the outside world and war. ”

"Yes, when we tried to get back on our feet, we had to face a lot of difficulties and sufferings, and we got through it without being knocked down by all the suffering. From now on, there will be nothing that can stop us from rising. Poverty, hunger, sickness, these will pass, we will have a new life, I can't guarantee that everyone will be rich, but I can guarantee that everyone will no longer need to worry about how to fill their stomachs, and there is no need to despair about contracting diseases. ”

"Your children will receive a complete education, and your life will be full of laughter and hope. ”

"In order to accomplish this lofty ideal, we are unstoppable!"

There is no need for sensational dialogue, the real changes in life are the most sensational dialogues, feeling the rapid transformation of Ortronburg from a depraved city in less than three months, and the heart of every Ortlenburg person is excited. This passionate emotion has always been buried in their chests, filling them with yearning and hope for beauty, as well as the courage to overcome everything.

Rulin's right arm was raised high, people shouted Wren's name, the frenzy spread rapidly at a terrifying speed, Wren's words continued to spread word by word through the mouths of ordinary people, and the entire sky over Ortrenburg echoed with people's shouts. Wren held his hands high, like the leader of a race, and everywhere he looked, people couldn't help themselves.

Before you know it, Wren has left his mark on the city. This mark will not fade with the passage of time, nor will it dim with his departure, and he will be the sole ruler of the city, both in the past and in the future.

As long as he can lead the city to continue to grow, he is a god!

The patron saint of Ortrenburg!

Through the crowd and frenzy, Wren returned to the City Lord's Mansion in the evening, and he tore his collar and gasped. The cult of personality is a very dangerous ideology, like the mustache, like Stalin, but it is the best and only way for Wren to be in the present situation. Unlike other golden nobles, he was still in a period of equilibrium, with a vast fiefdom, countless talents and retainers, and countless wealth.

He has nothing, and he has to speed up his primitive accumulation in another way. No matter how dangerous and horrific this method is, it must be carried out.

Celeste brought the tea and sat down on the side, holding his chin and looking at Wren. The crooked eyes were full of adoration. She had heard the loud shouts in the City Lord's Mansion before, and the entire city was shouting the same name. Although she was not very old, she could feel the passion and adoration in the shouts, and the people adored him and revered him, which made Celeste extremely happy and satisfied.

He was her man, the man she was destined to be.

Girls, at the best age of her life, are the time to love and long. In Milin City, she always fantasized about what kind of person her future husband would be. A handsome samurai, a shrewd and wise merchant, a calm and steady nobleman, a dream is incomparably beautiful, but the reality is even more beautiful than a dream. Although she could not appear in the family as a wife, she was already satisfied.

Think about those girlfriends who are still waiting for an unknown fate in Mirin City, what is she not satisfied with?

Wren had already felt Celeste's gaze, and he had no expression on his face, but he was very comfortable in his heart. Every macho person likes such a gaze and loves to be adored by the opposite sex.

He picked up his teacup and glanced at Phonkos a little helplessly, "Let Alma come and see me." ”

The latter bowed slightly and turned to leave.

In less than twenty minutes, Alma arrived at the City Lord's Mansion.

At this time, Alma was completely different from three months ago, and her body had changed drastically. In the past, she wore simple clothes, heavy makeup, sprayed pungent perfume, and was coquettish, but she was not worth two silver coins. Look at her now, she is dressed in graceful and elegant clothes, elegant and simple makeup, and there are not so many bits and pieces of shiny things on her body, which is simple, but she looks much more noble.

Women will not be able to attract people's attention because they wear less, nor will they enhance their value because of this, only those women who are confident, self-loving, and capable can make men face it, rather than being used as a way to vent.

"Where has our Royal Highness arrived?", Wren rubbed the copper ring on his index finger lightly, raised his eyes and asked.

Alma immediately replied: "There is still a day to go from Ortlenburg." ”

He nodded with satisfaction, Alma had done a good job lately and was a trustworthy person. Wren promised her a future, and she worked hard to repay Wren's attention, a very smart woman.

She hesitated, bit her lip, exhaled lightly, and said, "There's one thing I think I should report back to you." Wren raised her head, and she continued: "The three families of Leos, Bolton, and Norma mobilized their soldiers the day before yesterday, that is, after His Royal Highness the Prince entered Mirin City, a total of three thousand people. Of these, 1,000 rushed to the western border, and 2,000 appeared to be lying in ambush near Ortlenburg. ”

Wren raised his eyebrows, and his brain began to spin. Combined with the information he had, he had the answer in a few moments.

These bastards!

The men heading west must have killed the Bol family before they entered the province of Kolos. And the men who were in ambush near Ortlenburg were just in case.

Prevent what?

It must be His Royal Highness the Prince of Defense!

Needless to say, there must be a credit to Joberg in this, this old thing really won't settle down for a day if he doesn't die, and he must be eliminated if he has an opportunity. He messed with His Royal Highness in Ortrenburg, which was nothing more than trouble for him Rennes. Wren knew in his heart that no matter what he did, as long as he had the tiger skin of the Golden Family and Divine Blood still on his body, no one could do anything about him, but he could only force him to fend for himself, just like now he was kicked down Ortrenburg.

So he wasn't worried at all, not to mention that the status and privileges brought by this identity were far beyond the imagination of those nobles.

Bowen and they are worried that once His Royal Highness the prince can't find Wren's trouble, turn the gun against them, and reactivate the Boer family, Joberg will intervene again, maybe these families will be destroyed because of this.

As for the soldiers who came in ambush, needless to say, they were aimed at His Royal Highness the Prince. They didn't dare to attack and kill the prince, but they still dared to beat him up and send him back to the imperial capital. His Majesty the Emperor pampered his children and protected his shortcomings, but between the rebellion of a province and the face of a son, he must still compromise.

At the same time, they can still throw this black cauldron on Wren's head, who called the place where the accident happened was Ortlenburg? When the time comes, it will really be yellow mud falling into the crotch of your pants, and you say that you are not the mastermind, then someone must believe it.

It's not a good thing!

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In the evening, my son had a high fever again and tossed for a while. I'm sorry for today.