The afternoon before, the blue-gray industry was officially disbanded, with only a remaining body.

Zuo Lan dispersed the Minba people, and it was difficult to support these thousands of people here, without raw materials, no buyers, and no army.

Rows of cold machines are displayed in factories without temperatures.

Several core leaders used to treat alcoholism as the main thing to do, and they seemed to have nothing to do except to wait and see.

More than a dozen people went from drinking too much at night to early morning, and they were drunk as mud, and they were indeed slumped on the tables and floors like mud.

Their theme last night was that they had said many interesting things that happened in the past, and a few people were talking and laughing, singing chants loudly.

The table was full of men, and I also talked about things that were not suitable for children.

It was around 10 o'clock in the morning, which was the morning of the nobles on weekdays. At this time, Becky was still working hard for food.

The cup containing half a glass of wine fell to the ground, and Lao Sha scratched his thigh and continued to sleep soundly.

Zuo Lan put the cup that fell to the ground back to the table, and went to the office at any time to fall, where he drank a lot of water. Except for his unconsciousness, he was only thirsty.

There were a few guns in the office, and they were accidentally knocked down and then stood up. Then he sat in front of the desk and kneaded his temples with his hands.

I can't remember what I said yesterday, so I've drunk it all.

He examined his current identity as usual, hoping to tell himself who he is.

Is it a successful businessman or a better-living Minba?

He always recalled Rohan, who could incite a large number of people to follow happily after a few casual speeches. On the other hand, he himself had been unable to change the status of Minba after so long.

He could never think of the difference, anyway, the drunken few could not give any convincing explanation.

If he knew what the emperor is doing now, he might think of it.

Residents in the valley and surrounding cities believe that the emperor is still there, but they just can't contact him.

If this was not the case, Rohan had succeeded.

Rangbai once told me clearly that Zuo Lan has changed.

Now, Zuo Lan has also discovered that since he has the foundation to settle down, he has placed his hopes on others. For example, he has placed his hopes on Rohan recently.

He was still thirsty, so he poured himself a glass of water, and then his thoughts suddenly changed, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

Life seems boring and has no goal. He doesn't know whether it is caused by countless failures or other reasons. In short, decadence seems to be left to fate.

The valley and the surrounding cities seem to be restoring order, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that all places are like a boiling pot, steaming hot and bursting out at any time.

Any more storm and waves will immediately evolve into another bloody storm.

A person came in at the entrance of the factory. Although it was a distance between Zuo Lan still recognized Mr. Bu.

Mr. Bu passed by the wine barrels all over the ground, stepped over the drunkard lying on the ground, walked slowly up the stairs, and pushed open the office door.

"Mr. Kale, it seems you have a grand banquet." Mr. Bu patted himself on the chair, "I have a good time to come, I've brought you some news."

"What news?"

"First, I plan to support the army."

"Take food to my daughter?"

"That's right, this is the original intention. I can't do military service anymore. There is a mountain in the middle that can't be pushed. But my other businesses are pretty good. You know, people who have lived one day after another, and they all have been around for one day.

Thinking about happiness, I can bring them some happiness."

"Then how do you plan to transport supplies? Passing through Taihui's army is not an easy task."

Speaking of this, Mr. Bu smiled mysteriously, but he was not going to keep it as a secret, so he said it casually: "That's right, I bribed some of Taihui's officers and promised to give them some gold, and they would do it too.

Let my convoy pass. You also know that the things I once sold are not for only enjoyment in my own country.”

"It seems that some people do not distinguish between national boundaries. Congratulations, when you can wander between the two sides of the war, you will definitely make a huge amount of money and the future is promising."

Mr. Bu snatched Zuo Lan's water cup, poured out the residue in the cup, and said angrily as he was filled with water: "What is the future? What's the use of me if I want the future? I want them to peel them, you know

How much did I spend to clear the relationship? If the Taihui people hadn't had the war went smoothly, I would have been dismissed."

"Then please tell me clearly."

"Borrow someone! Borrow a gun! Borrow a car! I'll go to the front line to tie Xiao Yi back."

"That's it." Zuo Lan held her cheek lazily, "Let's talk about the price issue. The shipping fee is indispensable this time. I'll calculate it for you..."

With this kind of profiteering businessman, Mr. Bu stretched out three fingers in annoyance.

"No matter how much you want, three times."

"No, no, I haven't figured out the price yet. Why not do this? Talk about money and feel bad. Just do three things for me in the future."

"You really know how to calculate, one thing."

"Two pieces."

"Then you have a look at this first."

Mr. Bu took out something like a flyer and placed it on the table, drinking water casually.

Picking up the flyer, Zuo Lan looked slowly, her lazy expression gradually solidified.

The effect satisfies Mr. Bu. He said: "It's a surprise. Rohan is still planning his plan, even if he is abroad. So, can this thing offset one thing?"

"Oh my God! He is ready to do it to the end."

Zuo Lan had just read it halfway, and her hands had already started to tremble. This describes the emperor's ten major crimes, and Rohan was convicting the emperor.

The core meaning of the above is the emperor's various behaviors from beginning to end in order to eliminate dissidents, including the ones Zuo Lan once said to Nazhi, like the Great Fire of the Capital.

It also details that the assassination of Taihui's previous king was also part of the plan, because the assassination was not caught at all.

The same is true for the shelling attacks encountered by Dale Station, and they were also sent by the emperor.

At the end of the , the charges drawn for the emperor were to be arbitrary hegemony.

Although most of these are speculations, it inevitably makes people feel aggrieved. In addition, in the current situation, people will easily choose to believe it.

The nobles and the civilians who joined the army at home, the people who were affected by the explosion of the king capital, and the free people who were unable to eat enough. These people were all victims.

Once done, the emperor will completely lose trust.

Unless the war is victorious, no one feels it is impossible to win.

Zuo Lan raised her head and asked Mr. Bu: "Where did you get it?"

"I have some clutch ships, which are in exchange for currency between several countries and occasionally transport people." Mr. Bu proudly stretched out a finger, "Can we continue to talk now? After the matter is done, I owe you one.

One thing, as long as it doesn’t harm me and my family, anything within its ability is fine.”

"If I leave, what should I do with my industry? The things that Rohan sent will bring about a new round of turmoil, but this time it includes the nobles."

"This is my world, and I can guarantee you."

"Okay, I'll go with you myself."

"You yourself?" Mr. Bu frowned, "I need these brothers of you."

Zuo Lan shook her head, looked at the wine table below and said, "It's impossible. This action is too dangerous. I can't let them work hard for my personal will."

Mr. Bu was not satisfied with this result. All he needed was Zuo Lan's good players. Only with these people could he ensure the success of the trip.

"I'm willing to go."

Someone outside the door said, and the two in the office looked outside in one go, let Bai stand at the door.

He rarely drinks alcohol. He is afraid that his hands will tremble after drinking too much, which will reduce the shooting accuracy.

Mr. Bu stood up instantly. He had learned about Rang Bai's marksmanship. With this man joining, he would get twice the result with half the effort.

At about noon, Zuo Lan left a letter at the wine table, asking Lao Sha to pay attention to the factory.

Zuo Lan and his group were waiting in a warehouse. They had to set off after the loading was dark. There was another thing to pay attention to on this journey. The goods were easily hijacked by hungry people halfway.
Chapter completed!