Cosma Empire

Chapter 95: You have to have money

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Wood had seen balloons and heard someone tell him the metaphor, saying that when a person is about to die, it is like a balloon that has a hole in it, and the air will soon leak out. He felt that this metaphor was not quite right. To put it more vividly, a person was like a bag full of wheat kernels. If he was fatally injured, it would be like a small opening in the bag. The wheat kernels will continuously spill out of the bag, very slowly and very fatally.

His hands were already trembling a little, as if the bag had lost its wheat kernel filling and was shriveled and no longer full. He put a hand on his stomach, and a gurgling heat kept gushing out in his palm. He opened his hand and took a look, and it was dazzlingly bright red. He staggered a step or two and hugged the lamppost in front of him. His bright red palm prints left twisted and ferocious marks on the gray lamppost.

"Oh, my God, what's wrong with you?" A woman wearing a blue dress and a bright yellow sunhat covered her mouth and stood in front of Wood not far away. She screamed, " Come on, someone is injured here!" After a while, many people of all kinds came around, including beggars, half-dressed homeless people on the roadside, and successful people in suits and ties.

Their eyes were either curious, satisfied, or surprised, but no one stepped forward to tell Wood what to do, or to help the poor guy.

The more blood flowed, the weaker the body became. The weak legs kept pushing on the ground in an attempt to retain the last bit of dignity, but the muscles were no longer obeying the severe blood loss. He slid down holding the pillar and collapsed on the ground. Blood poured out of his mouth. His body twitched slightly. A burst of exclamations broke out from the crowd around him, and the tight formation became a little scattered. .

The speed of twitching became more and more frequent, and the intervals between exclamations became shorter and shorter. It was a series of complex changes fed back by the body's refinement signal after being processed by the center, but he was stabbed in the stomach and crushed to pieces. Without the muscle tissue of the wound section, all feedback is useless.

He felt cold, and his vision became a little blurry and hazy, just like when children are just born, naked and come into this world, cold, and helpless.

A young man stood in the crowd and looked indifferently at Wood's body that had stopped withdrawing. He lowered the brim of his hat and disappeared into the pulse of the city along with the onlookers who had no fun to watch and dispersed.

Wood died, and the onlookers quickly dispersed after letting out sighs that seemed to be mixed with satisfaction, leaving only a tycoon lying dead on the street.

When word spread throughout the city that Wood had died.

When Godol was forced to jump off the building and had to choose death to keep the secret.

Along with the departure of these two big shots, there was another person whose name began to spread among the upper class. His name was Du Lin.

Everything will have a clear goal. Maybe this goal is confusing, but the person who implements it will never make it wrong. Therefore, some characters never waste time observing and examining artificial illusions. Instead, they look past this layer of false cover and look at the real key - the beneficiaries.

As mentioned in the above sentence, any planned behavior, including some unconscious behaviors, is beneficial to the individual in terms of his own demands. Wood is dead and Godol is dead, so who has the absolute advantage in these two things? Are they Gedol's men? Are they Wood's men? Or a certain tycoon or a certain boss

neither!

The name of the beneficiary is Du Lin, a name that was very common a month ago, but a name that people can remember a month later, Du Lin.

He stepped on Wood's body and climbed to the top of his life, and it took him less than a month to do this. In this month, he accomplished what many people would do in half their lives. But now he still lacks a key identity, a key key, otherwise it will be difficult for him to integrate into a higher-class society-position.

The position does not refer to his profession or his attitude, but his political stance.

New party

Or the old party

Everyone was looking at him, waiting for him to make the final decision.

"We are businessmen!" Du Lin rapped the table with his knuckles. When he returned to the renovated corner store again, everyone was very excited, including members of the hometown association and the newly renamed store. A member of the trading company "Eastern Star".

Ever since Dulin's trip to the slums, a legend has circulated among the Guarts that may seem like a joke to outsiders. This legend was first spread among the elderly Guarte women, and finally spread gradually and was gradually accepted by people.

"The Resurrection of King Audrero" is the core content of this legend. The old women used their sufficient life experience and experience to make up a story about King Audrero's resurrection and continued fighting. In the story, King Audrero returns from the world of the dead, tears apart the decaying curtain, and creates a new world in which all the Guartes live happily.

This story is a metaphor for Dulin, at least that's what Dulin thought, especially when he first heard the story. But he laughed it off, at least it wouldn't damage his reputation and status among the Guarts, right

Driven by the legend, many people think that following Du Lin is a good way out. If Du Lin hadn't asked not to attract too many Guarts as much as possible, I'm afraid there wouldn't be enough room to stand in the room at this time. Too many people.

The faces of these young people all have expressions of excitement and pilgrimage. Wood is dead, Godol is dead, and all threats that could threaten Dulin have been eliminated. Nothing can stop Dulin's rise. They felt proud, inspired, and full of energy to be part of it.

"I must reiterate that we are businessmen, not gang members or thugs. We are law-abiding citizens and legal citizens of the Yaoxing Empire!" After taking a few steps back and forth, Dulin spoke again, "Our Happiness should not be based on people's fear, fear will only bring rebellion and destruction, but respect can make us eternal. My father, a staid old guy, told me how to be respected by others. tips, and I’m going to share this tip with you today.”

"That's it...", he drawled a long note, attracting everyone's attention, and then said with a smile, "You must have money!"

(End of chapter)