Viscount Normans had a gloomy look on his face, not because of anything else, but because someone also made a big hole in the ground in his small vault, and all the valuable things inside disappeared.
If calculated based on the currency issued by the financial center and mobile city [Longmen], his loss would be more than 50 million.
If he hadn't cultivated his qi deeply enough, he would probably have vomited blood by now. What Viscount Normans didn't expect was that a similar theft occurred in the city.
Some of the big oligarchs he knew gathered here one after another and complained to him about the thefts they had suffered. Each one talked about how much he had lost, and no one had lost more than him.
"Everyone, everyone, please be patient and let the Viscount tell you how to handle this."
The housekeeper of the Viscount's Mansion was very discerning. When he saw his master's gloomy expression, he immediately spoke up to stop the messy scene.
Everyone stopped and looked at the gloomy-looking Viscount Normans, who had the highest status in the room...
Well, sitting over there was Tallulah, the duke's daughter, who heard the commotion and came to watch the show. If everyone present had not suffered a lot, there would probably be many people looking at her and talking to her.
Viscount Normans spoke: "Everyone is right. Thieves and bandits must be dealt with at all times in this city. Therefore, I invited professionals who are good at investigation."
"This is Teddy Wiman, the captain of the city police force in Normans City, and this is His Excellency Xiboril Enno, the captain of the Third Army's Snowfield Hunting Team. Both of them are among the best in investigation. .”
The viscount butler stood up at the right time and introduced the heads with dog ears and wolf ears standing next to them.
"However, the only problem we encounter now is that the Viscount Mansion was also visited by thieves this time, and the losses were also very heavy.
However, investigation operations require a lot of expenses, and the Viscount currently has no spare capacity to support such additional expenses alone. "
The butler's hint was very obvious, this was the rhythm of crowdfunding investigation funds.
Everyone said they understood, but they all looked embarrassed.
[What this dog said is obviously trying to make money...]
Regardless of whether the theft can be investigated or not, the damage to the Viscount Mansion must be made up for first.
This group of people were the sheep that came to the door. Although the wool had been picked up severely, Viscount Normans did not mind himself at all and continued to scrape off a layer of skin.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Viscount Normans's gloomy face flashed with displeasure, and he said: "Let's do this. Each family will pay one-tenth of the tracing funds according to the amount of losses, and wait until a few investigation experts catch the culprit. , and after recapturing the stolen goods, the stolen money will be given priority according to the tracing funds paid by each family."
As for those who did not pay the tracing funds, even if the criminals are eventually caught and the stolen money is recovered, whether they will be paid back is another matter. Normans's conscious and well-regulated greed is not a secret in this city.
Immediately, some people who had suffered heavy losses responded to Viscount Normans's words. Although the vaults at their homes had been stolen, the property stored in some money savings institutions had not disappeared. Another sum was needed to trace it. Funding is still available.
After a few leading people came out and set an example, others also expressed their willingness to spend funds for tracing.
And there are still a few people who keep all their dirty money at home, and then they are stolen by a wave of thieves. Now they can only grit their teeth and mortgage their properties as payment for tracing funds.
In a short period of time, half of the damage to the Viscount Mansion was recovered, and Viscount Normans had a smile on his face.
He asked the captains of the guard team and the hunting team to come forward, and on the spot he handed over one-twentieth of a huge sum of nearly 1.5 million dragon gate coins, half to each of them.
"This is the funding for the investigation. I don't care about the investigation process. I only care about the final result. I hope you two will not disappoint me."
"Don't worry, Lord Viscount, no prisoner can escape our noses."
Guard Captain Teddy William smiled very flatteringly.
"The traces of prey on the snowy fields cannot escape Luper's eyes, and the same is true in the city."
In comparison, Xiboril was much more reserved, with just a faint confident smile on his face.
Like many Lupers, this female ensign also despises Perot, thinking that Perot is just a degraded version of Luper, and she does not think that the other person is useful.
The investigation mission of a large-scale theft incident in Normans City was taken over. In the city where the criminal had left with the money, a group of wolf ears and dog ears began a playful investigation.
They launched the most intense chase mode, and dogs howling and wolves howling could be heard in the streets and alleys from time to time.
. . . .
"Although Longmen coins are good, in this cold snowfield, this money is no different from waste paper. Because there is no place to buy anything, I think it is too hard to wipe my butt."
Bozokasti shook his head. The guerrilla members all ate from a big pot. They had to contribute their labor to eat, and money was indeed of no use.
“It’s not useful for the guerrillas, but it’s useful for those who choose to leave. You will distribute demobilization materials to those who choose to leave.
I have noticed that the price of materials in the snowfield and the price of materials in the city are two different things. The caravans coming here will exchange you for ore at a higher price, but they will buy the demobilized materials from the people who left at a low price.
In this case, using Longmen coins instead of severance materials is a better choice. As long as you give a little more money, the black factory itself will not be able to recruit people. "
Hearing this, Bozhuo Kasti was a little stunned, and then he became a little clearer: "So this is what you had in mind."
"While I was observing others, I didn't think about other things."
While following Xiboril, Wu Ke was also thinking about the solution to the black factory.
After much deliberation, without using force to smash the table, giving more money is the simplest and most effective solution.
After all, if there are no financial worries, how can people who choose to leave be willing to stay and work in a black factory?
"You have a point."
Bodrokas nodded.
“But why do combat members of the guerrillas make money for those who choose to leave?
You have to know that in the eyes of some people who stay, those who choose to leave are tantamount to betrayal.
Although this is an extreme idea, I have to admit that there are indeed people in the guerrillas who hold such ideas. "
"Using money to replace demobilization supplies is a good thing for the guerrillas."
“The distribution of severance materials has made some people complain, but it was only at my insistence that we continued to do so.
Now, specializing in earning severance pay for those who choose to leave may make those who complain even more dissatisfied. Once people's hearts are broken, it will be difficult to lead the team, and the guerrillas must remain united. "
Bodrokasti had his own troubles.
The thoughts of dissatisfied people are understandable, but understanding does not mean that Wu Ke approves.
"Every infected miner is being exploited. Those who choose to leave only take away a small part of the materials they were exploited in those mines. I think this is reasonable, but it is the mentality of people who feel dissatisfied inside. has a problem."
"The unfair fate that happened to them has made them resentful. They need an outlet. If they can't see their enemies, they will direct their resentment towards people who have made different choices from their own."
Bodrokasti said.
"Isn't this the same reason why infected people are persecuted?"
Bozhuo Kasti: "..."
The person who is hated hates others, but the reason for hatred is actually the same as the person who hates himself.
Although it hasn't reached the level of persecution yet, wouldn't it be possible that as long as there is a spark in the future, it will explode just like at the beginning of Ursus' new policy?
So, clowns are actually around, they are themselves, and there is not much difference in essence between the persecuted and the persecuted?
Something's wrong, it shouldn't be like this!
Wu Ke directly said what he felt was wrong, and what greeted him was a new round of silence from Bodrokas.
After a long time, Bozhuo Kasti said: "I am just a Sakaz. Sakaz people are better at fighting than thinking. I have never thought about this before, but I just feel something is wrong."
"So, there are no real political commissars in the guerrillas, right?"
Wu Ke asked.
"Commissar, what is that?"
Bodrokasti was puzzled by this new term.
"People who do ideological work."
Wu Ke explained, pointing out that when he first came to this mine, he observed those people who talked to the new miners that night and explained the specific situation.
"No, it's just that the people here in Ursus are more accustomed to chatting with the people around them when eating and drinking. There are not many things to talk about in the snowfield, so they were not arranged by me, but they were spontaneous behaviors."
Bodrokas explained.
"You need some political commissars to convey your ideas, explain the situation to the people under your leadership, and guide them so that they do not become new persecutors who persecute others."
Wu Ke said seriously.
"Otherwise, when the time comes, I might be the one who turns around and beats them to death."
"You are right, that is indeed the case. The guerrillas do need some political commissars to do ideological work."
Bodrokasti agrees.
"Let's talk about outsourcing cooperation again."
Wu Ke turned around and said.
Bozhuo Kasti: "..."
"You first help me deal with the political commissar matter, and I will promise you cooperation. Since this is what you proposed, it means that you know who is suitable for that position, and I have no experience in this."
Bozokas made a request on his behalf: "Young man, you are also a member of the guerrillas. It's your turn to contribute."
Wu Ke: "..."
[You use me as a tool? 】
【Each other, each other! 】
The eyes of the old and the young met, and they seemed to be saying this to each other.
Wu Ke got a new task, the candidate of the guerrilla political commissar.
But this is his first time doing this kind of thing, so where does he have any experience in selecting people?
After leaving the room where Bozhuokas stood for the old man, Wu Ke felt a little distressed.
But it's not necessarily the case that he has no clue. At least, he knows that people who serve as political commissars must have the minimum affinity and make people listen to what they say. It is best to use their own words and actions to influence others. people.
However, is this kind of person really easy to find?
Wu Ke didn't report any hope and spread his perception...
. . . .
"There seems to be no difference between here and in the original mine. We still have to work every day. Even I feel worse than before. At least in the past, Uncle Pitner would secretly stuff things for me to eat."
"Miri, what are you talking about? This place is not comparable to the previous mines. Did you have meat to eat every few days before?"
"Although I can't have meat every few days, at least I don't have to do so much work."
"That's you. We used to do a lot more work than we do now, and now we still have gloves to wear and thick clothes to wear. When we go outside, it's not as cold as before."
There was a noise and an argument broke out, but soon a voice stopped the quarrel.
"Stop arguing, we are partners from the same mine, aren't we?"
"Xi Ke, Miri is younger than us, and his work used to be easier than ours. You shouldn't say that about him."
"Miri, you shouldn't complain either. The food you had before was only charity given to you by others, and it was unstable.
But in the future, if you draw a black lottery and they prepare to kill you, they will not show mercy to you.
Although life is harder now, at least we can have enough food and clothing, and don’t have to worry about getting a black lottery and being taken to the snow to be killed.
We are living by our own work, unlike before when we were kept in captivity and used as mining tools to produce ore. "
"I'm sorry, eldest sister, I was wrong."
Two apologetic voices sounded.
"I believe that with everyone's joint efforts, our lives will get better and better. Come on, everyone."
"come on!"
Many voices echoed, not only those of children, but also some of adults.
. . . .
While Yelena was resting, she inspired the people around her and rekindled the fighting spirit for a better life in the repetitive working life. A group of people started working in high spirits.
The rabbit-eared girl walked out of the rest area with the frame and was about to move the gravel mine when she was stopped by someone.
Wu Ke stood in front of Yelena and looked at the girl with burning eyes: "It turns out to be you, little rabbit. Yes, you are the person I am looking for. I have a more important job here that is suitable for you. I wonder if you are willing. Do?"
"Eh?"
Yelena looked at the boy and blinked her confused eyes.
. . . .
As the saying goes, when there is one, there are two, and when there are two, there are three. The most important thing is the beginning of one.
Wu Ke didn't expect that he would find the right talent so quickly. He pulled Yelena aside, cooed close to the long ears, and whispered something.
Yelena felt her ears were itchy, so she bent over and lightly tapped the young man's face, which made her bounce up in surprise.
After listening to the boy's story, the expression on Yelena's face changed from confusion, to confusion, to 'I don't really believe it, but I can try it myself'.
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