"The district governor was furious, he wanted to use the law to punish these parasites, but these officials only gave them back what belonged to the poor people, and let them side with these officials in court, creating the illusion that these officials were loved, and under such a false appearance, even the district chief could not let them be punished. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

But at this time, the slum has not been abandoned, in order to ensure that the tax can be used in the right place, the sub-district mayor in the old town to implement the official election system, his original intention is to let the people who are really loved by the people, go to their rightful position, but another helpless thing appeared, the officials of the old town used the tax money of the sub-district, held an activity such as choosing a certain official, you can get a silver coin, etc., under the mindset of the old town for generations, of course, the ignorant people will not elect the really talented people, just like that, the officials used this silver coin, took away their future。 ”

So, batch after batch of unwilling depraved people moved to new cities, and the last ones who remained in the old towns were those who spent their lives like walking dead for the little relief money left over from the slums by the officials. ”

"The old town originally wanted to rely on the new city to become prosperous, but under the welfare of the new town, it lost its last vitality. After a few more years, the people of the new town finally became disillusioned with the old town, and they strongly protested against the fact that the taxes they had paid were handed over to these moths, and as a last resort, the district government drastically reduced the amount of relief, and the old town officials, who had already made a lot of money, moved out of this worthless place and spent the rest of their lives in luxury in other prosperous cities, leaving only the numb poor. ”

"After that, the ghetto was in a state of anarchy, and without the law enforcement team, it would have been hell on earth. ”

"Several district chiefs have also done something to the slums without going against the will of the sub-district, but unfortunately, with little effect. Until the previous mayor took office, he believed that the problem of the slums was not how much economic support the districts gave them, but whether the thinking of the poor could be fundamentally changed. To this end, he led volunteers to come in again and again, to build schools, provide jobs, and provide them with opportunities to regain their lives, but these poor people didn't care about this, they only wanted wealth and handouts. ”

Even so, the district chief overestimated their humanity, and he often took his son to the slum to let him witness this kind of life with his own eyes, and let his son know that there is such a group of people here who need their help. In order to eliminate the estrangement with the poor, he even refused to be accompanied by bodyguards, and because of this, he and his son were attacked by the greedy and ungrateful poor. As he said this, the old man's clenched fists trembled.

"When we arrived, the city lord and his son were seriously injured, and despite our best efforts, only that child survived, do you know? At the last moment of his life, he actually ......" Tears suddenly dripped from the old man's eyes, "He was still thinking about the people in the slums, and he begged us to save those poor people, to save these murderers who killed him!" The old man roared angrily, but his anger quickly faded, "What can I do?" This was his last plea, and I swore to him that I would build an absolutely safe place in the slums, where those who really longed for a new life could save their own place. ”

"After that, I went to the slum by myself, and with all my savings, I built this inn, and in order to keep it running, I divided the guests into two kinds, the first was the rich who lived in the slum temporarily, for which I would charge 10 silver coins much higher than the normal room rate, which was not expensive, and most of these people did not know how dangerous it was for outsiders to appear alone in the slum at night. He gave Aven an embarrassed look. "But it's a bit higher to charge you 10 silver coins, and you're not afraid of these dangers at all. ”

"No, 10 silver coins is not a lot at all. "If it weren't for the protection that these 10 silver coins had paid for, Aven would probably have died in the middle of the attack. "Please continue. ”

"The second type of guest is the natives here, who can pay 10 silver coins or pay for their lodging with their work, and I will use my connections outside the slums to let them do some simple but hard work, and those who work hard can get a corresponding salary and continue to live, and the chosen ones can even get the opportunity to leave the slums, and I, only take some referral fees from the place where they work, to support the daily expenses of the hotel. ”

"I've done a lot of things in the past twenty years, but now, the slums are still like that, and the people I sent out are less than a hundred, twenty years, is it worth it?" he seemed to ask Aven, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"It's worth it, at least, you've kept your word. In his heart, Ai Wen didn't think so, but twenty years have passed, and denying this time is tantamount to denying the old man's beliefs and the old man's life.

"Is that ......" the old man looked ahead and stopped talking.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Ai Wen didn't bother him, thinking about the information he got and the old man's words, most of the doubts have been solved, and the next thing is to wait, if the opponent who comes here is the entire district government, Ai Wen will leave the black spirit to help and flee alone, so that he can be regarded as repaying the old man's favor.

If the opponent is only the organizer of the conspiracy, he will do his best to help the old man through this crisis before leaving here.

"It's coming!" Before the old man's voice fell, the horn suddenly sounded, and the soldiers who heard the sound retreated, and soon the old man in a ceremonial dress, pushing a wheelchair, walked over slowly.

Aven wanted to hear what they had to say, but a barrier of wind suddenly appeared, blocking Aven from the outside, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

It's just that this didn't matter, and Evan directly summoned the black worm to the inside of the barrier.

"It's been a long time, are you alright, District Chief?" the old man stood up and bowed to the young man in the wheelchair.

"Please don't call me that, as my father's most trusted person, you can call me Valen, Uncle Tair. The pale-faced young man waved his hand to stop him, "You should know why I'm here, right?"

"I know, but I can't get out of the way. The old man looked at him firmly.

"Why? Have you forgotten why your father died? Have you forgotten what his wishes were? ”