0362 Chapter Seven: The Wisdom of Mortals (Section 68)
The information he got from Alan made Zhen Cheng couldn't help but think about the worst case scenario. If it didn't work out, the only way out was to put aside the battle of victory and defeat with senior Mei Bixi and rely on senior sister's strength to open up the ruins.
Even if the senior class's [Unity] realm is advanced to the upper city and can be considered a great noble, it won't be a big problem to clear the ruins, but after all, I haven't been pushed to that level yet.
In fact, Zhen Cheng's ideas are quite creative, and she is worthy of being the woman chosen by [The Preface Poet].
In short, Zhen Cheng's idea is that if my problem cannot be solved within the system, then the system will solve it.
After Zhen Cheng had asked everything he wanted to know, he stood there silently tapping his temples and thinking. During the whole process, the three presidents stood there and did not dare to move.
Even the gang members who were shouting and killing outside were so quiet at this time that it made people wonder if there was no one outside at all.
After a while, Zhen Cheng seemed to have finally figured something out, and a smile appeared on his face: "Gesha, the stool you have here is a bit short."
Geisha was stunned when she heard this, not quite understanding what Zhen Cheng meant. But she didn't rush to ask someone to change Zhen Cheng's seat.
As smart as she is, she can naturally think that if it was really uncomfortable to sit in a literal sense, Zhen Cheng would have said it a long time ago. There is no reason to stand, so she suddenly thought of this problem.
Sure enough, Zhen Cheng didn't ask for anything more, but picked up the boy whose head was shot from the ground next to his seat, put his body on his wooden bench, and sat on it:
"This is much better," she said, forking a piece of steak and throwing it into her mouth, chewing it with relish: "No one is born to sit in a high position. Only when the person on top is killed and put under the buttocks can you
Find a good height."
Mr. Falme and Old Walker looked at each other in confusion, but Ms. Geisha directly pulled the body of the old man out from under the broken floor, dragged it all the way back to the table and rested it on her stool.
Mr. Farmer looked at the subordinates he once regarded as his confidants, whose corpses were now being used as cushions for chairs. His eyes flickered a few times and said: "Of course we all understand this. But if you want to climb up on the corpses,
You also need to have the most basic strength."
As he spoke, he glanced at Sister A rather fearfully. From the beginning to the end, Ai Luogansi did not show any strength that was obviously higher than the level of the president. But her firm confidence and smooth fighting posture were shocking.
"In addition to relying on force to take it away, as a way to overcome the superiority, it is more necessary to use your brain and create a situation," Zhen Cheng said in a brisk tone, and did not sound like he cared about Mr. Farmer's retreat:
"You are hesitant now, partly because you cannot compete with the House of Commons with your own force; the other half is because you are worried about my lady's methods."
"The young lady is very capable, so we won't doubt it. But before the big plan has even begun, one of the four of us has betrayed him first.
Even if the four companies join forces, they may not be able to compete with the House of Commons, and now there is still one company standing with the other party. It is inevitable that people are worried...the future is worrying." Old Walker looked solemn.
"Oh, who said the caravan would stand together with the House of Commons?" Zhen Cheng raised his eyebrows:
"What Logist is showing now is just sitting on the wall. He doesn't even dare to refuse my request to send out his entire gang to escort the goods... It's less than ten days before the quarterly settlement."
Mr. Farmer also frowned: "Even so, if we really break up with Count Consreimu, how can we guarantee that Logist will not take the opportunity to stab us in the back?"
"Because he will do something soon that Kongs Laimu will never tolerate." Zhen Cheng seemed to have thought of a funny joke and smiled broadly:
"Your subordinates should have finished loading the trucks. Most of the products produced this season, including all crops and daily necessities, will be leaving soon and will be sent to the sleeping Temple of Crime for us to recycle.
This order will be personally issued by Earl Consrymius, and Logist will take the order to personally escort it.
When the time comes, he will try his best to avoid breaking with me. But he doesn't know that once this cavalry ride is over, he will be cut off from all retreat and help to get on the chariot against the House of Commons.
Everyone, how about we make a bet? If what I say comes true, can you just believe me for once?"
The presidents looked at each other, feeling that Zhen Cheng's words were a bit fantasy.
Old Walker thought for a long time and spoke again: "Miss, even if we are fully prepared, once things develop into a large-scale armed conflict, there is absolutely no chance for Xiacheng District to win..."
Zhen Cheng shook his head: "Kanslaimu is not equal to the entire House of Commons, and the members of the House of Commons cannot represent the upper city, let alone the Royal Court of Vanbaeus.
If the violent conflict is always limited to a certain range, you may not have no chance of winning. But if you go according to my plan, in fact, there will be no large-scale armed conflict like you want."
"This..." Old Walker hesitated. The pie painted by Zhen Cheng is undoubtedly tempting, but is such a good thing really possible?
At this moment, Ms. Geisha suddenly spoke and recited the poem Zhen Cheng had just recited during the battle:
"A shallow dragon is a dragon in the corner, hiding in the sky. No matter how hard you shrink yourself into a marsh, you can't escape. Don't surrender to your chest, because your thoughts are thick and your loyalty is weak. It's hard to escape from a flat cage when a tiger falls, it's a prison in your heart.
Miss Poet really thinks highly of us country folk. How can we live up to the kindness of such an acquaintance? I don’t dare to hope for Miss’s talent and learning, but I have been immersed in elegance for most of my life, so I can still understand something.”
As she said that, she turned to look at the other two committee chairmen. She was born half a head short as a woman, but now the body under her butt allowed her to look down at the two of them:
"Neither you nor I are creatures in the pond. We were born in Xiacheng District and were blocked by the rules of the House of Commons from taking the next step, just like the dragon that swims under the bottom and the tiger that falls in the sun.
But even if we cut off our hands and feet to hide our ambitions, the nobles in the upper city are cunning and treacherous, and they will not tolerate us at all to develop, go further, and break away from the current shackles.
But you two, can’t we now practice transcendence and make ourselves stronger? Can’t we organize party members and accumulate strength?
If he wasn't afraid of what we might do, why would that old vampire send his cronies to infiltrate us?
You're right, Miss! What really keeps us from resisting is neither the balance of power nor the lack of ambition, but the fact that after long-term domestication, we ourselves don't think we can do it!"
When she reached the climax of her emotions, she turned towards Zhen Cheng, raised a glass of wine with both hands and said respectfully: "Such an amazing talent, such an impassioned speech, I will never forget it in my life!"
Behind Zhen Cheng, Ai Luogensi was dumbfounded.
What? My sister just recited an impromptu poem. Wasn't it to point out the enemy's direction and finally use her words to restrict the enemy's actions?