"Bang bang!"
Big Rose chewed up a hard black bean in his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and continued to speak to his brother Little Rose and Tyrande without being affected: "Many people don't understand what Raymond is doing. After all, he is I have been working in the Shambhala mine for a long time, and my connections and connections are all there. After leaving Shambhala and coming to Sarin, I almost started from scratch, which was not wise no matter how I looked at it.
But I think this is where Raymond is great. The Shambhala Mine is really good, because it started construction a long time ago, and the facilities are much better than this shabby place like Shalin. But it is precisely for this reason that the relationship at the Shambhala Mine is too complicated. There are too many people - there are many people below, and there are many people above. There are relationships within relationships and abilities within abilities. It is very difficult to get promoted.
Raymond is quite good, but in the Shambhala Mine, there are a lot of people like him. In fact, there are also many people who are more capable and have better connections than him. It would take at least three years for him to get ahead in the Shambhala Mine. If he was unlucky, it would take even five years. He probably saw this clearly and chose to come to Sarin.
Salin is indeed a poor place with nothing, but it is definitely easy to get ahead. That's why he acted so actively, just to let the people above see him and leave a good impression. In this way, if you are lucky one day, it is possible to directly upgrade several levels. "
"That's it..." After hearing what Big Ross said, little Ross, as his younger brother, nodded in realization. He picked up a few black beans from the plate, put them in his mouth and chewed them. He thought for a while and asked, "Hey, brother, what do you mean? Why don't we also behave well? Maybe this way we can leave a good impression on the people above and get ahead... "
"Snapped!"
Before Little Rose could finish his words, Big Rose slapped him on the head.
Big Ross rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Drink your bar! Show off? Can we show up? No matter how bad Raymond is, he is still a supervisor, and he can still read. And we are just a coolie, You have to ask for help when writing and reading letters. How can you show off your performance? So, just drink your wine honestly, take a nap after drinking, and work hard and that’s it. Performance, opportunities, etc. We don’t have anything to do with each other, we really do, and we can’t catch it if it falls on us.”
Little Ross: "..."
After a period of silence, little Ross was a little shocked, and he curled his lips unconvinced and said: "Can't I learn to read? I don't think I'm stupid. If I study hard, I will definitely learn it, and I will be able to stand out in the future!" "
"That's okay. From today on, you will stop drinking." Big Ross said, "Eat the canteen every day, save the money to buy books and hire someone to teach you how to read. If you persist in this for three or two years, you should learn it."
"Ah? So long?!" Little Rose was surprised.
"How long?" Big Ross disagreed, counting on his fingers, "This is why I think you are smarter than most people. You know, those rich young men all started studying when they were seven or eight years old. I studied until I was a teenager. In fact, if you study for three or two years, you can only learn to read and read letters, but you can’t really write letters. Because that requires rhetoric and more It only takes a few years of study.”
"Is it so difficult?" Little Rose's face changed a few times, and he retreated decisively, "Forget it, I'll stop learning and just make money honestly. I didn't expect that it would be so troublesome to recognize even a single word."
"Humph, you just know." Big Ross spoke up and educated, "So, you and I don't have to think about performance, but Tyrande still has some possibility. After all, he can read, and our letters are all for He read it.”
After hearing this, Tyrande waved her hands quickly: "I don't know much about reading. I just read letters, look at tombstones and shop signs."
"That's better than us." Big Ross said, holding up the wine glass and making a toast, "So, just invite me to this drink, dear Tyrande! You are a big shot in the future, and you will definitely not I don’t have enough money for a drink like this.”
Tyrande's face froze, and she smiled helplessly: "I know it's definitely not a good thing for you to invite me to drink... But it's okay, I'll treat you to this meal, but it's just this time this month, okay? "
"No problem." Big Ross said cheerfully, clinking glasses with Tyrande and drinking beer quickly.
After taking a sip, he put down the cup and wiped the corner of his mouth. He saw something. He winked at a corner and said, "Hey, are you two paying attention? The people over there are a bit strange."
"who?"
After listening to Big Rose's words, Little Rose and Tyrande looked together. I saw a single person sitting at a three-legged table in the corner. He didn't have any food to go with the wine, but he was holding a wooden cup and drinking sips at a time.
The man occasionally raised his head and glanced around, but there was no expression on his face. He looked like he had been injured and lost the ability to change his expression. This was called... facial paralysis.
"That guy doesn't look like someone who works with us, at least I haven't seen him, but judging from the dirt on his clothes, he must be busy at the construction site as well." Big Ross muttered in a low voice.
Tyrande blinked, thought of a possibility, and guessed: "Hey, it can't be the group of slaves that have been rumored, right?"
Among Tyrande's group, there have been rumors that in addition to miners from Shambhala, locally hired laborers, and mysterious wizards, there are also a group of people on the construction site.
This group of people was small in number, only about a hundred of them. They were thin but not weak in strength. He is hard-working and can work for more than ten hours in a row, and it is the most difficult, tiring and risky work.
However, these people generally have no contact with outsiders and spend most of their time alone. They rarely communicate with outsiders when they meet occasionally, and the expressions on their faces are lifeless. Some people speculate that these may be slave workers bought from an unknown small country. Because he is a slave, he is thin, because he is a slave, he works without complaints, and because he is a slave, his emotions are numb and his expression does not change.
Tyrande felt that the person he saw now should be one of the "slaves".
But don't "slaves" have no freedom? Why would they come here to drink? And if you drink, you must pay for the drink—private property is allowed, and it is definitely not a slave.
Tyrande had studied with his uncle for several years and knew a little more than the others, so he was quite confused at this time.
In confusion, he saw the paralyzed man who looked like a slave drank up his wine, put down his drink money, stood up unsteadily and walked over, ready to walk to the door and leave.
But just as he walked near the table, the man with facial paralysis swayed, his eyes widened slightly, and then he made a "vomit" sound, and a large amount of vomit spurted out of his mouth. Big Ross was the closest and became the main "attack" target. He only had time to let out a short scream before he was sprayed all over his body.