In a world without extraordinary power, a man with a mustache once gave an intense speech on management. This speech was exciting at the time, but in the end, the man with a mustache excited these people, and was not stopped at once, and was inspiring to a small war.

This war was later called World War II.

And in this world with extraordinary power, there is a man who is also preparing to give a speech.

Wearing a general's uniform, he wore various medals that even Xunzong could not match on his chest. Zhou Li was wearing a crown belonging to Ista, holding the long sword of the Crusade in his right hand and holding the English Code in his left hand. He stood on the layered white stone platform, his voice and appearance could be called a solemn appearance.

This square in the center was built by the Jordanian government to commemorate the soldiers who died in the strange disaster. The entire square is a huge circle, with a magnificent white stone monument in the center. Today, under this stone monument, Zhou Li climbed a high platform that no one has climbed for decades.

The last time I stood on a high platform was Christine.

"Everyone..."

The civilians in the audience had already gathered, and they did not hate Zhou Li and others as much as the nobles. On the contrary, they admired this hero who defeated the evil signs of death and the epidemic. When the hero took the position of the consul, people were surprised to find that Zhou Li was not corrupted like in the story. On the contrary, the new policy implemented by Zhou Li after he came to power saved countless people, which made Jordanian civilians continue to praise this "pure hero".

After learning that Zhou Li had cracked another weird case with the identity of "Foldes", these people had a better impression of Zhou Li. They felt that Zhou Li's "disguise" was exactly the image of a flesh-and-blood hero. "The brave man turned into detective A Fu to solve the case" has also become a beautiful story in Jordan.

Yesterday, these people received news that Zhou Li was going to give a speech. The content of the speech was the words that were not finished in the last Jordan Evening News interview. The civilians were immediately excited. Because Zhou Li, who was still "Foldes" at the time, said thought-provoking, these civilians began to think about why they had been working hard but were still poor. Even if they became professionals, they still could not fight the arrival of the plague.

The answer is, they know, but they dare not say it.

"Have you eaten?"

There were no long-term discussions or quotations from classics. Facing the Jordanian civilians who were staring at him with expectant eyes, Zhou Li grinned and said naturally: "I didn't eat anyway."

"I haven't been able to eat much since yesterday."

Standing on the platform, Zhou Li looked around at the yellow and thin civilians below the stage. Some of them had just walked out of their homes, some were bar guests, but more were people who were forced to be poor due to the plague.

"Because I found that someone eats better than me."

"The last time I had a barbecue, covered with honey and two scented breads. The barbecue was delicious and the bread was sweet. For me, it was a good meal."

As soon as they finished speaking, some civilians unconsciously made grunts in their stomachs. For them who were trapped in their homes, meat was already a luxury that they dare not seek. Some of them began to feel ashamed and annoyed, because although Zhou Li was a brave man, he should enjoy these things, but he didn't need to use this to greed for us.

"But."

Suddenly, Zhou Li changed his mind and his expression, which had a faint smile, instantly dissipated. Instead, it was a cold and solemnity.

"I suddenly realized that this meal that was very delicious to me was vulnerable to the dinner consisting of fragrant roasted foie gras, white caviar, glazed fish sashimi, roasted suckling pig, white candy ear soup... a total of thirty-six different dishes."

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Hearing this, everyone was silent, and they were no longer ashamed of Zhou Li's previous "showing off". Now, they seemed to understand what Zhou Li meant.

"This is a viscount's dinner. For the nobles, this meal is too ordinary. Even in such a blockade, this dinner worth only ten gold coins is just a simple meal."

"What do ten gold coins count? A silver spoon? A knife inlaid with gems? A piece of beef of better quality? Just ten gold coins count nothing."

"Of course, that's for the nobles. But what about you?"

His eyes scandalized everyone below the stage, Zhou Li's eyes were like deep black holes, attracting people to stare at him unconsciously and listen to every word he said.

"Now, at least 74% of Jordanian families cannot earn ten gold coins in a year."

As soon as these words were said, people gradually became angry in their eyes. For them, ten gold coins were a huge fortune, which could save a family plagued by illness or unemployment. But for those nobles or wealthy merchants, they would rather throw these ten gold coins into the water than donate even half a copper coins.

And the people who created these gold coins for them were these civilians.

"I'm not going to let you attack these nobles with wealth. That doesn't make any sense."

As if they had magic power, Zhou Li's words sootheed everyone's anger. They began to calm down rarely and prepared to continue listening to Zhou Li's speech.

"Even if you kill them all and share their property with every civilian, it will be useless. For as long as Jordan has one day, as long as Jordan has one day, even if there is still an aristocratic blood for an hour, the gold coins in your hands will sooner or later flow into the hands of the new nobles and turn into one beautiful thing after another."

"It's meaningless. If you divide the nobles' gold coins, new nobles, wealthy businessmen, and entrepreneurs will come to find you. They have the means and backed by the laws of the South of England. They are extremely confident in taking back your gold coins. Because the system is here, the South of England is here."

As soon as this sentence was released, the other nobles, wealthy businessmen and officials who watched the live broadcast suddenly turned pale. They were not stupid. Even if those stupid civilians launched a resistance, they had countless ways to deal with them. Strikes could win over foremen, marchs could be executed according to law, and money and power brought them the power to ravage civilians. This was unquestionable.

But the problem is that their money and power are vulnerable to this man named Zhou Li.

And now, this man is about to start a wave.

No one can stop him, no one.

"Now, I'll tell you why you are troubled by poverty, pain and exploitation."

The English-South Code was raised high, and the thunder belonging to the Emperor of Congregation condensed in the sky. In a blink of an eye, lightning suddenly appeared, and the code that people respected as the soul of England was turned into ashes.

"English South."
Chapter completed!