"Then I will also mention my thoughts." Even the Oscar was recognized, and Stuart decided to express his own thoughts, "I think we should find a way to unite the people of Heping Street. We don't know how to do it.
If they want to intervene, let them slowly develop the power to defend themselves. In this way, if the people in the patrol team want to take advantage, or if they fail to do so, they will have to consider whether they are determined to make the entire Heping Street an enemy."
"Not bad." Quentin praised as usual.
"In the final analysis, we still have to unite the immigrants in the neighborhood. This is the key." Clark didn't have any detailed ideas, but he felt that no matter what he did, unity was the foundation. "The immigrants themselves have no background. They are from Winterfort."
If we don’t support each other anymore, there will really be nothing we can do.”
Quentin asked: "How can we unite everyone?"
This time no one spoke easily.
In the past five days, they have been in contact with many residents of Heping Street, and they know the selfishness of this group of people. If they could unite, they would have united long ago, and they would not become more and more cold and scattered like now.
Seeing that no one was talking, Connie tried to express her own opinion: "I don't think it's that complicated. Just let everyone know the importance of unity. Their selfishness is driven by their own interests, so if unity benefits more, they will naturally take the initiative to join forces."
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"Unity can definitely maximize benefits, but it may not be obvious in the short term. This will test whether everyone has a long-term vision." Clark is not optimistic.
Unity is something that is easy to say but difficult to do.
Because that means that sometimes you need to tolerate the sacrifice of the ego. If the ego is unwilling to sacrifice, the so-called whole will fall apart in an instant.
"Comrade Quentin, tell me what you think." Stuart said with a slightly urging tone. He knew that Quentin must have an idea, and now he just wanted to test them.
"My idea... is simpler than yours." Seeing that everyone was at an impasse, Quentin stopped wasting time and came up with his own plan, "I want to support a backbone in the Peace Alliance, and this person can unite everyone.
Lead everyone."
"That's right..." Stuart's eyes lit up.
"The people who are now in charge of Heping Street are Bashi people. They have a close relationship with the patrol team. The patrol team can act so recklessly here because they condone it." Quentin said in detail, "So if we want to support, we can only
Find candidates among the immigrants."
Clark followed Quentin's thoughts and thought: "Why can't this candidate be you? As the owner of the tavern, you are very suitable to be the backbone."
"I have thought about it, but we are new here and we are not familiar with everyone. We can't bring everyone together in ten days." Quentin had previously denied the feasibility of this.
"My point of view is exactly the opposite of yours. With familiar faces, they know the basics, and it is not easy to change. On the contrary, we are strangers to everyone, and it is easier to establish an image of daring to resist in their hearts," Clark said.
Quentin still disagreed: "If it were us, first, we would be noticed by the patrol team, and there would be a risk of exposure. Second, we would only stay here for ten days. Even if we become adults within ten days,
After losing the backbone, what happens ten days later? We leave and this place returns to its original state?"
"That's not necessarily true. What we basically have to do is to push them to unite and let them taste the sweetness of unity. As long as they deeply understand that unity is the only way out, there will be no impact even if we leave.
." Clark's point of view collided with Quentin's.
"You overestimate them."
"Do you think that other people can continue to be the backbone? What if we set up someone else to be the backbone, and he falls as soon as we leave? Does that mean that all the hard work we have done has been wasted? The backbone is not the foundation, let everyone try
Finding the sweet spot is fundamental and the key to uniting to fight against the patrol team."
"I agree with your idea. The difference between me and you is that there is a risk of exposure for us to come forward. Moreover, since we are new here, it is more difficult to gain the approval of the residents than the elderly here. In ten days, we must gain their approval.
To recognize them, we also need to let them taste the sweetness of unity, which is too tight."
Stuart, Connie, and Oscar watched the two people discuss in silence.
"Dongdongdong."
Suddenly, a knock on the door in the cubicle interrupted them.
"Boss, we have a customer coming to see you." The voice of the bartender came from outside the door.
guest?
The current cubicle is not convenient for guests to come in, but the bartender knows that Stuart and the others are here to meet Quentin, so he probably won't bring the guests over directly.
"Where are the guests?" Quentin asked through the door.
"The customer is right next to me," said the bartender.
"...Come in." Quentin was silent for two seconds and allowed the guest to come in.
Stuart, Clark and others immediately became nervous.
"Don't be nervous." Quentin reassured.
If he were not one of his own, it would be impossible for the bartender to bring the guests over when he knew that other comrades were with Quentin.
The door opened.
As expected, the person who came was one of our own - Verak.
"Why are you here?!"
"Comrade Verak!"
"We were shocked. Why didn't you say a word outside the door..." Oscar said thoughtfully as he made room for Verak to sit.
vertex
"Look, Comrade Quentin is not nervous at all. Don't you want to know why?" Verak sat down with a smile.
"Let me introduce you again. This is Victor, a comrade disguised as a bartender." Quentin looked at the bartender Victor, "The reason I'm not worried is because Victor knows you are here, so he won't
It may lead strangers to the cubicle door and prevent us from entering."
"Yeah." Stuart nodded, as if he had thought of it too.
The bartender Victor kept smiling: "Do you want me to prepare some drinks for you guys?"
"Kvass." Verak was the first to say.
Before he came, he had heard many people say that Bash's kvass was delicious.
"The same goes for us." Quentin said for the others.
"Okay, wait a minute." Victor closed the door and left.
"Why are you here?" asked Oscar, who was sitting next to Verak.
"We are a bit too bored over there. I heard that you are going to have the second part of the exercise here, so I wanted to come over and have a look." It had just been five days since we last met, but Verak felt particularly cordial when he saw a few people again, "Yes.
"Quentin, aren't they supposed to arrive tomorrow? Why are you here now? Are you not working hard?"
"Listen to what they say." Quentin didn't say much.
The 'mastermind' Stuart, who arrived early on purpose, coughed a few times: "We finished our work in the evening. I thought that since the first part of the exercise has been completed, there is no need to wait one more night to meet again, so we came together."
"That's it." Verak faced the four of them with interest, "What do you think of these five days?"
"Some." Clark, who almost caused big trouble, first talked about his gains, and then the other three people also talked about their experiences in general.
"It's good. You have to go to the bottom of the society and live on your own, so that you can truly stand from their perspective and find out what is trapping them, and then accurately formulate solutions. I think if I ask you to think about things now, it will definitely be different from before.
It's the same..." Verak guided everyone, "Quentin reported to us immediately that day about Clark. I sounded a little scared at the time, but these dangers will always be with us in the future. You guys
It should be clear and should be experienced, so I thought about it again."
Stuart joked: "You are thinking too much. I had several nightmares that night, in which either Comrade Clark got into trouble himself, or I went up to help, and we got into trouble together."
Verak affirmed Stuart's performance that day: "You did a good job that day. Although it was not a wise choice to rush forward to help, you still stepped forward to rescue your companions despite knowing the danger. This is very admirable to you. You are so willing to risk your own life."
We can help each other, and I think many difficulties in the future will not be considered obstacles."
"If it were me, I would just go up and beat those patrol team members to the ground, and escape with Comrade Clark." Connie's hands were itching and she wanted to find a chance to stretch her muscles.
"Fortunately it's not you, otherwise Comrade Quentin's arrangements would have been disrupted." Stuart smiled, and quickly changed his words under Connie's gaze, "But if you were here, Comrade Clark would definitely not have any problems."
Life is in danger..."
"Dongdongdong."
"Please come in."
Comrade Victor, the bartender, carried the plate and placed six glasses of kvass on the table: "I'm going to do my work first. If you need anything, you can call me at any time."
"Thank you, Comrade Victor." Verak helped Victor close the compartment door as he left.
"This thing is really delicious. It tastes like beer, has bubbles, is ice-cold, and tastes very refreshing." Stuart came here for a drink a few days ago, and commented before he drank it this time.
One sentence.
Verak curiously picked up the cup and took a sip, then frowned slightly and made an indescribable hum: "Well..."
Clark had come to Winterfort to study and was no stranger to kvass: “It is brewed by fermenting rusks. In the past, the owners of some small restaurants in Bash would collect the bread crumbs left by diners during their meals and put them in bottles.
Fermentation. Within a few days, the bread crumbs in the bottle will ferment into a liquid with a special flavor. This drink was very popular at the time, and over time, it spread under the name of 'Kvass' and became a
The most unique drink in Bash.”
"It doesn't feel right for me..." Verak was a little bit unaccustomed to drinking.
Others who drank kvass for the first time gave different comments.
"Okay, let's get down to business." Verak brought the topic back to business, "Since you guys came early, you should have discussed the second part of the exercise, right?"
"Comrade Verak, this is our exercise, you cannot interfere." Stuart said solemnly.
Verak's expression froze. He had really planned to get involved just now: "Of course I won't interfere. This is your training."
Quentin took a sip of kvass and put down the cup: "The second part of the exercise is to help the residents of Heping Street avoid being bullied by the patrol team. For safety reasons, we have set some conditions, such as not revealing our identities.
, the people cannot be harmed, and then we reached a consensus that the only way to change the status quo is to unite the immigrants."
"Well, it's pretty good." Verak was very satisfied.
"Then, Comrade Clark and I had differences. He suggested that we should be the backbone of the immigrants and bring everyone together. After everyone has tasted the sweetness of unity, they will still remain united even if we leave. I think
For us to come forward will increase the risk of exposing our identity, and since we are all new faces, it is more difficult to gain everyone's recognition and trust than the local elders, and our time is tight and we are basically not allowed to overcome these." Quentin said.
"I think the old immigrants know each other well, and it's not easy to change them. In fact, in comparison, it's not as easy as us, new faces, to establish an image and break the past rules here." Clark added his own point of view.
Verak was not in a hurry to express his thoughts, and learned to cultivate these young comrades just like Keating cultivated him: "You continue, I want to see what kind of results you can discuss if I don't come."
"Comrade Quentin and I have two main objections. One is that Comrade Quentin believes that we risk being exposed when we come forward. The other is that Comrade Quentin believes that it is better for us to gain the recognition and trust of the residents than to change them.
The idea is difficult, so there is no time. If we can reduce the risk and ensure that we can take this path faster than cultivating local immigrants as the backbone, will Comrade Quentin still object?" Clark immediately continued with Quentin.
An exploration of interruptions.
"Then there is no need for me to object. On the other hand, if we can ensure that local immigrants can be trained as the backbone faster and with better results, will you still object to my solution?" Quentin asked rhetorically.
"No objection," Clark said.
The two reached a consensus and determined the direction of persuading each other.
Next, either Clark proves that they can gain recognition and trust more quickly by coming forward and unite immigrants while ensuring that they are not exposed, or Quentin proves that cultivating old immigrants is more efficient and effective.
Faintly, their proof became the final step in finalizing the plan.
"Then how are you going to prove it?" Verak looked at them each.
"Time is tight, we'd better establish the direction of the plan as soon as possible. I propose that Comrade Clark and I collect materials separately, conduct a final discussion tomorrow night, and then state our respective opinions based on the materials. The final five people will vote and implement the plan proposed by the one with the most votes.
." Quentin said, "How about like a debate?"
"Okay." Clark agreed readily.
"Then let's get started." Quentin rarely took it seriously, stood up and walked outside.
Clark couldn't sit still anymore and walked outside.
Verak looked at the three people still in the cubicle: "Where are you?"
"Shall we take a day off?" Stuart made an unrealistic fantasy.
"Of course you are going to help the person you like to collect information." Verak drove the three of them out and tasted kvass alone with a grimace.