Ada has expressed his desire to go into business before, and there is a high probability that he will be kicked down and unable to join the Guards. If the Guards can support him in going into business, this is a good sign.
"The Ada you are talking about, I remember it was the boy wearing a chicken hood, who was a little funny... ahem, a little cute?" Lane recalled.
"He is my third brother. Do you think this is possible? Ada has a talent for business, and the support of the Guards can help him rise quickly and become the financial support of the Guards?" Rosen suggested.
After all, Rosen has business experience. Even if Ada is not good, it doesn't matter. After all, he is just a tool at most, and Rosen alone can support him.
"If it were you, I would support you without hesitation, even if you are a fourteen-year-old child." Renn's words were based on his recognition and understanding of Rosen: "But Ada is only a fourteen-year-old child, and
, and he is so funny...ahem, cute, but I don’t think he can become something big."
Without hesitation, I can say that compared to Bo De, who gave off a sense of calm and self-respect at first sight, Ada was simply a lascivious person, even far inferior to the clever little Mede.
"No one knows Ada better than me. Let's put it this way, when Aunt Irene gives the children the task of buying groceries, Ada is the one who bargains for the price every time, which saves us a lot of money.
"Rosen tried to persuade Lane.
"Is it just his bargaining skills? I don't think this kid is brave enough. But you gave me a good proposal. Our escort team really needs to have its own economic lifeline." Renn said with appreciation.
Continuously succumbing to Victor will only continue to breed servility. In the end, is this escort the people's guard or the backyard of the Victor family?
Who can say it clearly?
He had been worrying about this issue, how to get rid of Bo De's control, and Rosen's reminder gave him an enlightenment.
"So you don't want to make a bet with your junior brother?" Rosen asked with a smile.
"Bet, how do you want to play?" Renn looked at Rosen and asked.
"I need a start-up capital, and I need the escort to provide it. I can return twice as much in one month, what do you think?" Rosen said.
"Can you do it?" Renn looked at Rosen with interest.
"It's not that I can do it, but that Ada can do it." Rosen said firmly. Even if it was a lie, Rosen would give it up. If Ada couldn't do it, then he wouldn't be there.
Rosen's business experience gave him the confidence to double his capital within a month.
There is a saying that 100% profit is enough for capitalists to take risks.
And Rosen also had a definite plan in mind.
"Well, you can choose to believe what you said, but this is very inappropriate. After all, the funds should have been paid to the escort team. You took part of it, and others will not agree."
Ren thought about it. He didn't want to ruin Rosen's kindness, but he didn't want to agree so easily. After all, it didn't seem very reliable: "Give me time to think about it. After you get rid of the violence in the West Village, I will give it to you."
You answered."
Looking at the somewhat petty Ren, Rosen smiled and agreed.
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West Village.
This is not a place suitable for a good man to live.
The most welcome person here is a beloved person, and the least welcome person is a beloved person.
There is no contradiction in this sentence.
Weeds grow everywhere on the broken bluestone pavement, and ferocious blood is occasionally splashed on it, whether it is the blood of humans or beasts. Occasionally, a few broken human teeth can be found in the cracks of the ground. But you definitely can't find it in the cracks of the West Village.
, rummaging through to find even half a copper coin.
"It's really messy." Rosen took a look and saw several ragged homeless people lying casually on the bumpy ground.
There are even old fathers who tie up their daughters with hemp ropes and sell them on the streets in exchange for gambling money that can change their lives.
People from other villages were walking on the streets with knives in their hands, always on guard against pickpockets.
When you see someone selling "goods" on the street, you can point and bargain with the handle of a small white knife.
This was the first time Rosen had seen such chaos.
Once, when the children went to the West Village to play hide-and-seek, Irene grabbed them by the ears and scolded them all the way home. She also said that if she saw them going to the East Village, she would beat them once.
Rosen knew very well that Irene was doing it for their own good. After all, it was said in this place that if a blank slate child stayed for a long time, it would only take a week for him to learn to be bad, or even learn to kill.
One of Lane's subordinates had already led people to the West Village to negotiate the situation. Rosen met with him and conveyed Lane's intention.
That subordinate was also a squad leader, but his attitude towards Rosen was not very good: "Everything must be obeyed by me. Don't ruin the reputation of our escort."
He said this as if Rosen was here to cause trouble.
"Captain Renn asked me to come here on his behalf. You should obey my orders." Rosen did not tolerate him and directly stated Renn's will.
"That's not what the captain told me. I only follow the orders given to me by the captain." The captain was a little stubborn.
When Renn gave Rosen the order, the team leader had already arrived at the West Village with his men. It was normal for him not to know Renn's subsequent orders.
I can't go back to confirm the situation.
Rosen could only say casually: "How about this, we each do our own thing and don't interfere with each other?"
"That's best." The team leader chuckled.
He didn't like Rosen very much. He felt that Captain Lane thought too highly of Rosen and felt that Rosen was unworthy.
So this kid who is said to be the unofficial vice-captain should not tell him what to do in advance.
Rosen felt the other person's coldness and didn't want to put his hot face on someone else's cold ass.
He just took a look at the number of people on the other side. There were thirteen people, not too many.
I guess there are enough Minotaurs for me to fight at night.
"It's a good thing for me to do our own thing, it's free." Rosen muttered.
He hasn't had breakfast yet, and is going to solve his hunger problem in the West Village first.
As soon as he entered a fairly good store, a middle-aged man came up to him. Seeing that there was no weapon in Rosen's hand, he grabbed Rosen's hand tightly and begged: "Kind boy, you have money on you, right?"
?Are you in need of maids? They are very cheap. My daughter only needs two hundred silver coins. You only need to take care of her food and clothing..."
Rosen saw a little girl two or three years younger than him behind the man. She timidly hid behind the man, not daring to look at Rosen.
Rosen looked at the man with a complicated expression, feeling that this man might be evil.
"Uncle, I'm just a fourteen-year-old kid who can't take care of myself. You want me to pay to raise your daughter?"
This feels like the biggest joke in the world.
"She is very well-behaved and can't eat much food. You only need to give her some bread crumbs and water every day to feed her." The man still held onto Rosen's hand and wouldn't let go.
Rosen has determined that the man is very clever. Instead of begging there are so many old men present, why should he beg a fourteen-year-old child like himself?
Does he think a kid can have that much money?
Although Rosen did have a few hundred silver coins with him, which was lent to him by Ren first, he couldn't spend them carelessly.
"Can't you support your own daughter? Uncle, I advise you to be a good person." Rosen said earnestly.
"She's going to suffer with me, so why not find her a home?"
Rosen didn't know what to say. He tried to break away a few times but failed to get away.
With his strength, he could easily break the opponent's fingers, but facing an ordinary person, Rosen didn't want to do that, nor did he want to expose the vampire's power at will.
So I was a little worried.
"My daughter is very well-behaved. She can clean you, make breakfast for you, warm your bed, even beat your back, wash your feet..." The man continued to talk about his daughter.
Rosen almost believed it and was almost convinced.
"Do you want two hundred silver coins?" Rosen reached into his pocket and took out two hundred silver coins.
He mainly saw that the girl was really pitiful and skinny. Coupled with the man's continuous interference with his words, Rosen actually felt a sense of guilt kidnapped by morality. If he didn't buy the girl, he would be like a sinner.
Of course, moral kidnapping is not the main reason, it can only be regarded as an excuse at best.
Rosen bought the girl mainly because he was greedy for her body...