While preparing to update the chapters of the next novel in the bedroom, Le Yu's mind kept echoing with the words of Qin Leyin, a bad man.
After Le Yu worked closely with him through Youth Daily, it was normal for him to see something. In other words, as long as he could see through the mysteries in Youth Daily, he could almost guess what Le Yu wanted to do.
Xuanzhu County is so big that there are many smart people. They just see it and see it, but no one openly stops Le Yu from continuing to do this kind of "drawing money from the bottom of the cauldron". Except for the "Youth Daily", which is protected by the Jing family.
, and more importantly, what Le Yu wants to do may not be in line with the wishes of smart people.
Everyone is waiting for the moment to reshuffle the cards.
This game of Xuanzhu County has been played for too long.
This is like a MOBA game that has been played for 200 minutes. Everyone's equipment development has reached the limit. Even the wild monsters and minions have become super powerful due to the time limit. The various forces are confronting each other, but they know that first
Anyone who uses his ultimate move will inevitably die early and be reborn, so this confrontation has lasted for many years.
Even if Emperor Huiyao died, Xuanzhu County would still be facing the sea with spring flowers blooming, just because no one dared to take action.
But now, someone wants to incite the lower class civilians to riot, which is equivalent to a lucky draw. Randomly selecting one/multiple lucky forces to bear the silver blood will squeeze out the public resentment accumulated by the people of Dongyang for many years.
Smart people may not think that they can crush all forces and unify Dongyang, but smart people believe that as long as they prepare early, they will definitely not be selected as a sacrifice for the mob movement.
As long as this game is overturned by the 'weeds and trees', as long as they survive the ensuing chaos, a new game will greet them. Everything will be reshuffled, and at worst they can annex the resources of other forces.
Going one step further, the best...that is to control the silver blood and unify Dongyang.
What Le Yu wants to do is to sacrifice the Jing family to summon the red ghost, so that the civilian forces can develop into six-god monsters before the next game starts, and destroy the heads of the aristocratic family chamber of commerce who are ready to reap the benefits.
However, there is no doubt that such a social movement will inevitably bleed and people will die, and it is not impossible that blood will even stain the candle.
Since ancient times, reforms in various countries have all shed blood. Please start with the Jing family... This is the original plan of Leyu.
But Qin Leyin proposed a more tempting plan.
Top down!
Le Yu didn't know whether Qin Leyin had guessed that he was rebellious, or whether he still thought that he just wanted to take advantage of the chaos and become a bureaucratic capitalist class, but his proposal was indeed very exciting.
To be the silver-blooded president, drunkenly dominate the world, drunkenly lie on the knees of beauties, and build the Crystal Palace... Le Yu shook her head, despising her own boring desires.
What's so good about wine? If he could become the silver-blood president, he would spend his whole life building air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines and Coke!
The honey five-flower tea is still not strong enough!
It would be great if he could create alternating current to charge his brick mobile phone in his lifetime!
Then use the funds from the Silver Blood Society to lure adventurers to find the Well of Gods and Demons, opening the era of the Great Secret Realm!
Be a front wave!
After Le Yu felt happy in his mind, he continued to write the manuscript honestly.
To be fair, Le Yu, as an old proletarian, naturally enjoys hearing about such great things as the working class overthrowing the bourgeoisie.
Maybe there are good people in the bourgeoisie, but the entire bourgeoisie is dripping with blood and filth from every pore from head to toe. Seeing them crushed into dust by the wheels of history is worthy of Le Yu's nine-year compulsory education.
But the Silver Blood Association also has the Heyang Army, the County Sheriff's Mansion, and even the major chambers of commerce have raised countless private soldiers.
This world is not the world of the past. The army here has initially entered the era of hot weapons, and the warriors here have also surpassed the limits of the cold weapon army.
Is it really possible to carve out a bloody path just by bleeding from the bottom?
Le Yu couldn't guarantee it, but the people of Dongyang didn't even have a chance to bleed before. He could just create such an opportunity.
But what if he becomes the president of the Silver Blood Society?
Le Yu knew that he was not the type to fight for power and gain, but as long as he and Bai Ye collaborated, it would not be difficult to fatten up the working class. If possible, he could even divide Heyang's army, or create conditions for Bai Ye to form an armed corps.
Who would have thought that the leader of the capitalists is a spy of the proletariat?
Therefore, when he is the president of the Silver Blood Association, he almost wins but never loses. The worst outcome is that the working class will temporarily remain dormant and continue to grow. The best outcome is to collude with Bai Ye to carry out upper-class evolution and complete it by shedding the blood of capitalists.
a revolutionary evolution.
Of course, the premise is that Le Yu can become the president of the Silver Blood Association.
Just listening to Qin Leyin's drawings, however, he not only had to face Lan Yan, but also defeated the other nine competitors-including Qin Leyin, a bad man.
But Le Yu had to admit it.
His heart changed slightly.
Until he became the head of the family, Le Yu always thought of doing one job and then leaving, causing trouble and then running away.
Just like when you see a sexy trick on the Internet, and then try it out in a game, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, as long as you are happy and happy.
But now, Le Yu knows that she has changed.
The ice-blood physique allowed him to get rid of boring negative emotions such as 'escape' and 'hesitation', and it also allowed him to understand his own heart with incomparable clarity.
He could no longer deceive himself.
Perhaps people like Qian Yuliu, Xia Linguo, and Jing Shou are so desireless because they cannot deceive themselves. They cannot wishfully believe in better fantasies. They can only face their own vulgar and ugly hearts again and again, and everyone will reflect on themselves infinitely.
, gradually becoming a 'saint'...or a 'leftover'.
But the change in Leyu is not because the capitalist’s butt has corroded the soul.
But...
Le Yu drank the honeyed five-flower tea in one gulp, turned around and glanced at Qing Lan, who was sitting on the bed pretending to read a book and observing secretly. The latter calmly turned his eyes back to the page, as if
Nothing happened.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Young Master is good-looking."
Of course Jing Zhengwei is good-looking - otherwise Le Yu wouldn't have thought he was really a woman.
However, Le Yu was confident that he was better looking than Jing Zhengwei, so he accepted the compliment with a smile.
"Then why are you laughing?"
Qing Lan smiled innocently and said, "Am I laughing?"
Le Yu tugged at the corners of her mouth: "The corners of your mouth can't stop turning up. You are obviously smiling and never stop!"
Qing Lan subconsciously wanted to cover her mouth, and then said calmly and generously: "I'm happy."
"Why are you happy?"
"Because the young master just said that he likes me more."
"But you have to pay attention to who I just said it to," Le Yu reminded: "I mean, between Mi Die and you, I just like you more. I beat Mi Die... um...
Can a mature and charming female bodyguard really satisfy you?"
Qinglan's smile was not affected at all. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly, as if chewing on some beautiful memories, and said coquettishly: "I won't listen, I won't listen. I only know that the young master said he likes me more, hehe."
Le Yu seemed to suddenly come back to his senses: "No, the only women I am familiar with are you and Mi Die. I don't even remember the name of the maid in Jingyuan. When I say I like you more, don't I mean I like you the most?
The woman is you."
Qing Lan hummed a little tune and bounced back and forth on the bed, obviously she had thought of this for a long time.
"But I still have a few beautiful girls in my heart," Le Yu turned the pen: "For example, I specially recruited Mu Qingmei from the newspaper office. I will check her manuscripts in every issue. You know
Bar?"
Qinglan's body stagnates. She naturally remembers the female editor who seemed to have countless youthful vitality every day. She has always envied Mu Qingmei. Maybe they have their own differences in appearance, but Mu Qingmei's inner confidence may be
A quality she will never possess in this life.
"Do you want to know who do I like more between you and her?"
Qinglan looked away: "I don't want to."
"Also, I actually have a half-sister who is not related by blood." Le Yu sighed: "She is currently studying at Yanjing Royal Academy. I don't know if she is doing well or not."
"Hey? Where does she rank in my mind...?"
My half-sister... my love sister, right?
When she thought of staying with him for so many days without even knowing this information, Qing Lan felt her eyes tingling, her heart clenched, and she closed her eyes and said, "I don't want to know!"
Le Yu sighed: "Actually, compared with the love between these children, the Jing family is the big mountain on my shoulders. You know my third brother, right? The old family leader actually thought about choosing the third brother at the beginning, but if this is the case,
The head of the old family will kill the third brother’s fiancee first—the head of the Jing family must regard the Jing family as the most important thing, and all love, family, and friendship must be compromised for it.”
"Speaking of which, you should know what is most important and favorite to me, right?"
Why do you have to ask me? Don’t I even have the right to have a good night?
Qinglan just wanted to plug her ears and replied angrily: "I don't know!"
"The answer is actually self-evident."
Le Yu looked at the manuscript paper on the table with someone's name written on it, clenched it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
