After getting back the "stolen goods", Victor received a letter from a mysterious person. The letter marked a location for him and told him that he could get what he wanted there.
This letter came out of nowhere, with a stamp on it that Victor had never heard of, but the picture on the stamp made him feel nervous.
The painting depicts a funny clown, being controlled by a string above his head...
Realizing what it was, Victor quickly hid the envelope, just as Tony Carlos was pushing the door open.
The branch director was very angry because their warehouse manager discovered that the warehouse had been stolen not long ago, and a batch of "Fanatic Fire" related to his promotion and salary increase were stolen.
"Asshole! How on earth did you do it? Our people are watertight and didn't let even a mosquito in!"
Facing his anger, Victor picked up the tea and drank it as if nothing had happened, and analyzed: "The Secret Story of Night Sex 1: Thief?"
He just used the intelligence revealed by Li Anlong to compile lies.
However, Tony was not so easy to fool this time. He doubted: "Didn't Sir Li Anlong say that it cannot be replaced outside the line of sight? Our warehouse is very airtight, and there is no chance to see the inside except the skylight above our heads.
, and if he wants to climb up, it is impossible to hide it from everyone's eyes, unless he can become invisible!"
Correct! But Victor won't applaud him.
"It's not important." Victor said calmly, "That batch of goods is indeed very valuable. The smugglers hiding behind them will definitely not give them up. Maybe they stole them through other, more clever ways. We have to strengthen the annihilation."
The police’s precautions.”
Tony was shocked by Victor's reaction. He didn't understand that Victor should have benefited the most from the success of this seizure. After all, he was the one who provided the clues. But after the things were stolen from the warehouse, Victor looked indifferent.
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Facing his expression, Victor comforted: "It's really not important. The safety of the President is our first consideration. I don't care if I can rely on that batch of goods to go back and claim credit from William. As long as I can smash the criminals' assassination plan, I will take credit for it."
Rewards are also indispensable to us."
Tony felt a little better after being told this.
He nodded and walked out of the office. Victor immediately jumped up, put on the gray coat, gloves and hat, took off his cane, and quietly left the Inspection Bureau.
He walked to the location indicated in the letter and came to the center of a multi-directional intersection with a large flow of people.
In front of you is a sharp memorial tower, as high as two stories, surrounded by a pool with a fountain. There are several long benches by the water, and an old woman wearing a big black flower hat is sitting on it.
Leisurely feeding the pigeons bread with cheese.
Victor looked around and saw no one coming up to talk to him, and the guy who sent him the letter didn't show up.
He decided to wait and sat on the stool next to the old woman.
He saw a woman wrapped in a simple white headscarf holding her thin boy in her hand and hurried past.
Both mother and son looked very bad, and their cheeks were sunken into their bones. They looked like the kind of overseas immigrants who had experienced a long voyage and had not eaten many good meals.
It was probably the first time for the mother and her children to come to Sanfran from a backward area. They showed great curiosity about the surrounding square buildings, but they did not dare to stay in an open place because they were busy looking for a living.
But the child stopped in front of the old woman, staring blankly at the cheese bread in her hand.
Victor heard a cry of hunger, and the child's stomach was protesting uncontrollably.
After his mother tugged at the child, she took out some kind of hard, dried food from her backpack with trembling hands and stuffed it into the child's hands.
The old woman felt offended by being stared at, and she felt a little disgusted with these immigrants, so she poured all the crumbs in her pocket on the ground and let the pigeons eat for themselves while she walked away.
The child wanted to pick it up, but his mother scolded him and stopped him in place.
At this time, Victor called the mother and son, took out an unopened chocolate from his pocket, and called the child over.
The child was very excited and spoke an unknown language, which made Victor confused.
Finally, the mother and son hurriedly left the intersection, leaving only Victor sitting alone on the bench waiting.
At this time, he found that many similar immigrants appeared around him. They walked past in a hurry. Their appearance and clothing were obviously from different ethnic groups with different cultures, and not all of them were Bain people.
At present, the foreign immigrant population of Sai country is still relatively large in the western continent, such as the Greybean Empire, but as long as they are not nobles or rich people who come with assets, most people are in a mess when they set foot on this land.
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The Sarcens of the Red Earth, the Fegians, the Stemens of Naronya, the Luga of the Kingdom of Gordon, the Arameans of Alania, the people of the northern kingdoms, the wandering peoples of Nippur, the Sai
Phuket people wait...
The reason why so many people from the West have landed on this land is ultimately because excess productivity cannot support the growing population.
Land is enclosed, land is traded, landlords renovate factories, or build any industry that conforms to the commercial interests of the times. The tenant farmers are forced to lose their jobs and can only enter the big cities to follow the workers.
I was swept away to the Yindong continent to pursue the so-called "Saiguo dream". It was like going back to the primitive times, sawing wood to build a house from scratch, and hunting with a gun. It was really a "good life".
In the end, I found that I had to grab the land myself, from the aboriginal people. The government just drove them there to open up wasteland, without even considering whether they could survive on the allocated land.
In the end, people easily fell into the plans of the rulers of various countries to solve the population problem for those of a higher class and free up their living space.
Once the Indong continent gradually begins to be saturated, the pace of colonization will continue to expand eastward.
The land developed by Secred has not yet reached the end of the Indong continent. There is still a barren and barren area to the east, a land where even Valentan people are rare.
Whether there are more abundant resources there, no one knows.
By then, I don’t know how much blood of the Valentine people will be shed, and how many immigrants who were deceived into pioneering the land will starve to death on the road.
Sometimes Victor has thought, couldn't it be a coincidence that he discovered the Yindong Continent?
There are idealistic gods in this world, including Si Xiang and Si Chen, as well as immortal beings like the five major gods who have manifested themselves as saints.
Could the discovery of Yindong Continent be a game between gods?
Perhaps... it's a game between the gods of the Western Continent and the ancestral spirit of Valentan...
While he was thinking wildly, there was a noise around the intersection square, and it was the party paraders promoting their campaign slogans.
People were forced to "escape" from this war of words in a hurry, but there were also good guys waiting to watch the fun. Victor was suddenly caught in the middle of the two waves of people and listened to their quarrel for an hour.
It wasn't until the sun set that the place gradually stopped, leaving a mess on the ground, with scattered brochures and various scraps of paper everywhere.
Victor, who had been waiting for a whole day, never thought of leaving, because he knew that the person who sent him the letter would appear sooner or later, and the person actually appeared at this moment.