Chapter 303
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The five sons in front of governor de gra are silent about his questions. In such an environment, they don't need to study hard because power is inherited.
When governor de gra feels that he is not energetic enough to manage what happens in this province, he will directly pass on the position of governor to one of his children, and then explain it to the central government in Nagar.
After the fair, fair and transparent election of the people, his children have become the next governor and have taken office.
As for whether the central government has any ideas and opinions, they don't care.
This is almost equivalent to the inheritance of hereditary power, so that the ruling class has lost self-improvement. They do or don't do it. In the end, they are still the ruling class. So why not enjoy their life comfortably?
The situation in the early years was better. After all, the political power and theocracy were still fighting every day. If they were too stupid, those high priests would teach them to be human beings and even kick them out of the ruling class.
In order to continue to lie on the people's heads and enjoy the wonderful taste of power, they have to be more or less proficient in some political struggle, but now this generation is obviously not good.
The struggle between political power and theocracy is becoming more and more formal. Unconsciously, people seem to be used to shouting slogans but not acting. They become more decadent, corrupt and rotten than before!
Some disappointed governor de gra did not show his disappointment. He looked at the five sons with different looks, and his pursed lips lost some blood color and looked a little pale because of his strength.
"Help him, stare at him, and then find out what he wants to do. Don't trust him too much, and don't show hostility too early!"
His son suddenly interrupted, "just like before!"
De gra wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. If this happened to other people's children, he would smile and say, "the child is still young. Sooner or later, he will learn how to fly in the sky", but this is his own child, and he couldn't laugh.
Times are different, maybe
De gra's eyes changed a little. Whether Lynch came to make a fortune or to join the fun, he may be a good grindstone.
One of these children will eventually take his place. They need wrestling and setbacks. The people of the temple dare not deal with these young people in order to avoid things getting out of hand. What about Lynch?
He is not from here. If he is not here, will he behave differently?
Governor de gra smiled and said nothing, which made the other children glance at their big brother with envy.
They may not know the reason for many things, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of governor!
The effect of the evening banquet soon showed its terrible power after overnight fermentation. People in the whole Magura province began to take action. This is a great opportunity to make money.
Early in the morning, Lynch didn't get up yet. He just got off the boat last night and drank some wine in the evening, which made him a little tired.
He is really young, but he also needs to rest.
At about 6:30, the sky in nagariel was completely bright, and the knock on the door outside the room also made Lynch wake up from his dream.
The whole floor is an independent suite. There are layers of bodyguards outside to protect him. He doesn't need to worry about his safety.
The only one who can knock at this time is Asher.
"Come in!" he folded his pillow, leaned against the leather soft bag at the head of the bed, and simply stroked his messy hair.
It was Asher who pushed the door in. Lynch had more smiles on his face. Asher has done a good job here these days. This is something worthy of praise. He doesn't mind smiling, "sorry, I just got up, so..."
He apologized for his untidy clothes, but ASR was flattered and stunned for a little two seconds. He stood at the end of the bed, bowed his head and said, "Mr. hasana is in the lobby of the hotel. He wants to invite you to the hunting ground."
"Hasana?", Lynch was a little confused. He forgot who it was. He saw too many people last night, and he drank wine.
ASL quickly explained, "it's the fur merchant. He's one of the largest fur merchants in the region."
The population of the whole country is concentrated in the coastal part of the country and the edge of the grassland. They will not live in the deeper jungle or grassland, which is full of all kinds of predators.
It is often said that human beings are the natural enemies of animals. On the premise that human beings have modern weapons and sufficient quantity advantages, if a person's red fruit is thrown into the primitive jungle, within 24 hours, this person will become the nourishment of nature.
In recent years, the slow pace of industrial development in nagaril has also protected the natural environment here. Even now, there are often reports of fierce animals attacking villages, causing casualties of people and animals.
This can not be seen in the Federation. Those beasts educated by modern civilized society have to hide in the reserve. How can they be so wild here?
Here, as long as you leave the city circle, that is, the hunting area, you can see all kinds of prey.
Before the world war, some people would come here to hunt and enjoy the fun of conquering nature. However, with the outbreak of the world war, these people became fewer and fewer, almost gone.
After a little grooming, Lynch took some bodyguards and met hassana, the chubby fur merchant, in the lobby of the hotel.
The two simply greeted, and hassana explained his intention.
"After I went back yesterday, I asked my nephew. He told me that there would be migration routes of some herds passing by us recently..." he said and touched it. He was already slightly bald, and there were not many curly hair left. "Today we will organize a hunting. I think Mr. Lynch must have never seen it. Maybe you will be interested to have a look?"
Lynch thought for a while and agreed. This is also a social process.
Then the party divided into several cars and left the hotel.
The city is not big. Lynch saw a lot when he came yesterday. When he came out of the city today, he thought he already knew something about it, but when he really left the city circle, he realized that what he saw was not all here.
Outside the city circle, it is not a field or farmland, but a large area of shantytowns. There is almost no end to the shantytowns. The air here emits an unpleasant odor, which is more terrible and stronger than that in the city.
In these smells, there is the stench of excreta, the pungent smell of some chemicals, the burnt paste smell of something, and a kind of putrid smell, such as the smell of meat that has been put in a hot and humid environment for too long and begins to decay, which is difficult to dissipate on the nose.
When the motorcade passed by, the people on the side of the road or squatting or sitting stood up. This is their respect for the upper class. If someone doesn't do so, it's nothing, but people are used to it. The strict class makes them afraid to touch these rules formulated for the lower class.
People do not look at the people dressed in luxury and beauty behind the window. They do not envy, envy or hate. They are only at a loss and numb.
After the motorcade passes, they will lie down again, squat down, sit down and continue what they did before.
Hassana handed a handkerchief to Lynch, "maybe this can help you. It's really smelly here. I have repeatedly proposed to the mayor to expel these Dalits from around the city, but he seems to have his own ideas!"
Everyone who can do business and become a tycoon in nagary has a unique background behind him, so he doesn't pay much respect to the mayor. Even if there is a gap in their social status, it is not the kind that can't be crossed.
Lynch said thank you and took the handkerchief. It was a handsewn handkerchief about one circle larger than the palm of his hand. It looked exquisite and had a interlayer, which exuded the smell of herbs or spices.
These flavors well mask the pungent smell everywhere in the air, and some spices also have a refreshing effect.
"Are these people... Refugees?" Lynch looked at those people like walking corpses, a little strange.
Hassana was very dissatisfied and said, "they are all poor people. For various reasons, they gathered around the city and live in the city. Some people also said that we can't lack them, but I have to say that the situation of the city would be better without these people."
For various reasons, for example, beasts attacked villages, or various natural disasters, or young people concentrated in cities, and the elderly had to move here. In short, for many reasons, these people gathered around the city.
They are mainly part-time workers, such as the employees of ASR's "refinery", who are recruited from these people.
They don't care whether work does harm to themselves or whether they live with dignity. They are willing to do anything as long as they can make money, even if not much, or even as long as they can give more food to their families to eat.
A bunch of poor people.
After more than ten minutes of driving in such an environment, the team finally entered the real wild. After passing through one piece of farmland after another, the team finally entered the boundary of the grassland.
It was almost noon, and the road was not close.
It is located at the junction of primitive jungle and grassland, and it is also the central and western region of nagaril.
In fact, Lynch's experience at this moment is not particularly good. The grass on the grassland grows too fucking high. It is more than one meter high. In some places, it may be more than two meters high.
There are some predators hidden in some twisted trees. Their non emotional eyes have been staring at the moving motorcade.
The forest in the distance is very spectacular, but it is far away. The shock is not enough. The eye is full of grass.
"We have a camp in front of us. When we get to the camp, we will change into more professional equipment and vehicles." hassana explained that the height of these grass will become higher as we go deeper into the grassland.
By that time, ordinary vehicles could not run normally, so they needed special equipment and vehicles.
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The five sons in front of governor de gra are silent about his questions. In such an environment, they don't need to study hard because power is inherited.
When governor de gra feels that he is not energetic enough to manage what happens in this province, he will directly pass on the position of governor to one of his children, and then explain it to the central government in Nagar.
After the fair, fair and transparent election of the people, his children have become the next governor and have taken office.
As for whether the central government has any ideas and opinions, they don't care.
This is almost equivalent to the inheritance of hereditary power, so that the ruling class has lost self-improvement. They do or don't do it. In the end, they are still the ruling class. So why not enjoy their life comfortably?
The situation in the early years was better. After all, the political power and theocracy were still fighting every day. If they were too stupid, those high priests would teach them to be human beings and even kick them out of the ruling class.
In order to continue to lie on the people's heads and enjoy the wonderful taste of power, they have to be more or less proficient in some political struggle, but now this generation is obviously not good.
The struggle between political power and theocracy is becoming more and more formal. Unconsciously, people seem to be used to shouting slogans but not acting. They become more decadent, corrupt and rotten than before!
Some disappointed governor de gra did not show his disappointment. He looked at the five sons with different looks, and his pursed lips lost some blood color and looked a little pale because of his strength.
"Help him, stare at him, and then find out what he wants to do. Don't trust him too much, and don't show hostility too early!"
His son suddenly interrupted, "just like before!"
De gra wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. If this happened to other people's children, he would smile and say, "the child is still young. Sooner or later, he will learn how to fly in the sky", but this is his own child, and he couldn't laugh.
Times are different, maybe
De gra's eyes changed a little. Whether Lynch came to make a fortune or to join the fun, he may be a good grindstone.
One of these children will eventually take his place. They need wrestling and setbacks. The people of the temple dare not deal with these young people in order to avoid things getting out of hand. What about Lynch?
He is not from here. If he is not here, will he behave differently?
Governor de gra smiled and said nothing, which made the other children glance at their big brother with envy.
They may not know the reason for many things, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of governor!
The effect of the evening banquet soon showed its terrible power after overnight fermentation. People in the whole Magura province began to take action. This is a great opportunity to make money.
Early in the morning, Lynch didn't get up yet. He just got off the boat last night and drank some wine in the evening, which made him a little tired.
He is really young, but he also needs to rest.
At about 6:30, the sky in nagariel was completely bright, and the knock on the door outside the room also made Lynch wake up from his dream.
The whole floor is an independent suite. There are layers of bodyguards outside to protect him. He doesn't need to worry about his safety.
The only one who can knock at this time is Asher.
"Come in!" he folded his pillow, leaned against the leather soft bag at the head of the bed, and simply stroked his messy hair.
It was Asher who pushed the door in. Lynch had more smiles on his face. Asher has done a good job here these days. This is something worthy of praise. He doesn't mind smiling, "sorry, I just got up, so..."
He apologized for his untidy clothes, but ASR was flattered and stunned for a little two seconds. He stood at the end of the bed, bowed his head and said, "Mr. hasana is in the lobby of the hotel. He wants to invite you to the hunting ground."
"Hasana?", Lynch was a little confused. He forgot who it was. He saw too many people last night, and he drank wine.
ASL quickly explained, "it's the fur merchant. He's one of the largest fur merchants in the region."
The population of the whole country is concentrated in the coastal part of the country and the edge of the grassland. They will not live in the deeper jungle or grassland, which is full of all kinds of predators.
It is often said that human beings are the natural enemies of animals. On the premise that human beings have modern weapons and sufficient quantity advantages, if a person's red fruit is thrown into the primitive jungle, within 24 hours, this person will become the nourishment of nature.
In recent years, the slow pace of industrial development in nagaril has also protected the natural environment here. Even now, there are often reports of fierce animals attacking villages, causing casualties of people and animals.
This can not be seen in the Federation. Those beasts educated by modern civilized society have to hide in the reserve. How can they be so wild here?
Here, as long as you leave the city circle, that is, the hunting area, you can see all kinds of prey.
Before the world war, some people would come here to hunt and enjoy the fun of conquering nature. However, with the outbreak of the world war, these people became fewer and fewer, almost gone.
After a little grooming, Lynch took some bodyguards and met hassana, the chubby fur merchant, in the lobby of the hotel.
The two simply greeted, and hassana explained his intention.
"After I went back yesterday, I asked my nephew. He told me that there would be migration routes of some herds passing by us recently..." he said and touched it. He was already slightly bald, and there were not many curly hair left. "Today we will organize a hunting. I think Mr. Lynch must have never seen it. Maybe you will be interested to have a look?"
Lynch thought for a while and agreed. This is also a social process.
Then the party divided into several cars and left the hotel.
The city is not big. Lynch saw a lot when he came yesterday. When he came out of the city today, he thought he already knew something about it, but when he really left the city circle, he realized that what he saw was not all here.
Outside the city circle, it is not a field or farmland, but a large area of shantytowns. There is almost no end to the shantytowns. The air here emits an unpleasant odor, which is more terrible and stronger than that in the city.
In these smells, there is the stench of excreta, the pungent smell of some chemicals, the burnt paste smell of something, and a kind of putrid smell, such as the smell of meat that has been put in a hot and humid environment for too long and begins to decay, which is difficult to dissipate on the nose.
When the motorcade passed by, the people on the side of the road or squatting or sitting stood up. This is their respect for the upper class. If someone doesn't do so, it's nothing, but people are used to it. The strict class makes them afraid to touch these rules formulated for the lower class.
People do not look at the people dressed in luxury and beauty behind the window. They do not envy, envy or hate. They are only at a loss and numb.
After the motorcade passes, they will lie down again, squat down, sit down and continue what they did before.
Hassana handed a handkerchief to Lynch, "maybe this can help you. It's really smelly here. I have repeatedly proposed to the mayor to expel these Dalits from around the city, but he seems to have his own ideas!"
Everyone who can do business and become a tycoon in nagary has a unique background behind him, so he doesn't pay much respect to the mayor. Even if there is a gap in their social status, it is not the kind that can't be crossed.
Lynch said thank you and took the handkerchief. It was a handsewn handkerchief about one circle larger than the palm of his hand. It looked exquisite and had a interlayer, which exuded the smell of herbs or spices.
These flavors well mask the pungent smell everywhere in the air, and some spices also have a refreshing effect.
"Are these people... Refugees?" Lynch looked at those people like walking corpses, a little strange.
Hassana was very dissatisfied and said, "they are all poor people. For various reasons, they gathered around the city and live in the city. Some people also said that we can't lack them, but I have to say that the situation of the city would be better without these people."
For various reasons, for example, beasts attacked villages, or various natural disasters, or young people concentrated in cities, and the elderly had to move here. In short, for many reasons, these people gathered around the city.
They are mainly part-time workers, such as the employees of ASR's "refinery", who are recruited from these people.
They don't care whether work does harm to themselves or whether they live with dignity. They are willing to do anything as long as they can make money, even if not much, or even as long as they can give more food to their families to eat.
A bunch of poor people.
After more than ten minutes of driving in such an environment, the team finally entered the real wild. After passing through one piece of farmland after another, the team finally entered the boundary of the grassland.
It was almost noon, and the road was not close.
It is located at the junction of primitive jungle and grassland, and it is also the central and western region of nagaril.
In fact, Lynch's experience at this moment is not particularly good. The grass on the grassland grows too fucking high. It is more than one meter high. In some places, it may be more than two meters high.
There are some predators hidden in some twisted trees. Their non emotional eyes have been staring at the moving motorcade.
The forest in the distance is very spectacular, but it is far away. The shock is not enough. The eye is full of grass.
"We have a camp in front of us. When we get to the camp, we will change into more professional equipment and vehicles." hassana explained that the height of these grass will become higher as we go deeper into the grassland.
By that time, ordinary vehicles could not run normally, so they needed special equipment and vehicles.
The five sons in front of governor de gra are silent about his questions. In such an environment, they don't need to study hard because power is inherited.When governor de gra feels that he is not energetic enough to manage what happens in this province, he will directly pass on the position of governor to one of his children, and then explain it to the central government in Nagar.After the fair, fair and transparent election of the people, his children have become the next governor and have taken office.As for whether the central government has any ideas and opinions, they don't care.This is almost equivalent to the inheritance of hereditary power, so that the ruling class has lost self-improvement. They do or don't do it. In the end, they are still the ruling class. So why not enjoy their life comfortably?The situation in the early years was better. After all, the political power and theocracy were still fighting every day. If they were too stupid, those high priests would teach them to be human beings and even kick them out of the ruling class.In order to continue to lie on the people's heads and enjoy the wonderful taste of power, they have to be more or less proficient in some political struggle, but now this generation is obviously not good.The struggle between political power and theocracy is becoming more and more formal. Unconsciously, people seem to be used to shouting slogans but not acting. They become more decadent, corrupt and rotten than before!Some disappointed governor de gra did not show his disappointment. He looked at the five sons with different looks, and his pursed lips lost some blood color and looked a little pale because of his strength."Help him, stare at him, and then find out what he wants to do. Don't trust him too much, and don't show hostility too early!"His son suddenly interrupted, "just like before!"De gra wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. If this happened to other people's children, he would smile and say, "the child is still young. Sooner or later, he will learn how to fly in the sky", but this is his own child, and he couldn't laugh.Times are different, maybeDe gra's eyes changed a little. Whether Lynch came to make a fortune or to join the fun, he may be a good grindstone.One of these children will eventually take his place. They need wrestling and setbacks. The people of the temple dare not deal with these young people in order to avoid things getting out of hand. What about Lynch?He is not from here. If he is not here, will he behave differently?Governor de gra smiled and said nothing, which made the other children glance at their big brother with envy.They may not know the reason for many things, but they know that there is only one person who can inherit the position of governor!The effect of the evening banquet soon showed its terrible power after overnight fermentation. People in the whole Magura province began to take action. This is a great opportunity to make money.Early in the morning, Lynch didn't get up yet. He just got off the boat last night and drank some wine in the evening, which made him a little tired.He is really young, but he also needs to rest.At about 6:30, the sky in nagariel was completely bright, and the knock on the door outside the room also made Lynch wake up from his dream.The whole floor is an independent suite. There are layers of bodyguards outside to protect him. He doesn't need to worry about his safety.The only one who can knock at this time is Asher."Come in!" he folded his pillow, leaned against the leather soft bag at the head of the bed, and simply stroked his messy hair.It was Asher who pushed the door in. Lynch had more smiles on his face. Asher has done a good job here these days. This is something worthy of praise. He doesn't mind smiling, "sorry, I just got up, so..."He apologized for his untidy clothes, but ASR was flattered and stunned for a little two seconds. He stood at the end of the bed, bowed his head and said, "Mr. hasana is in the lobby of the hotel. He wants to invite you to the hunting ground.""Hasana?", Lynch was a little confused. He forgot who it was. He saw too many people last night, and he drank wine.ASL quickly explained, "it's the fur merchant. He's one of the largest fur merchants in the region."The population of the whole country is concentrated in the coastal part of the country and the edge of the grassland. They will not live in the deeper jungle or grassland, which is full of all kinds of predators.It is often said that human beings are the natural enemies of animals. On the premise that human beings have modern weapons and sufficient quantity advantages, if a person's red fruit is thrown into the primitive jungle, within 24 hours, this person will become the nourishment of nature.In recent years, the slow pace of industrial development in nagaril has also protected the natural environment here. Even now, there are often reports of fierce animals attacking villages, causing casualties of people and animals.This can not be seen in the Federation. Those beasts educated by modern civilized society have to hide in the reserve. How can they be so wild here?Here, as long as you leave the city circle, that is, the hunting area, you can see all kinds of prey.Before the world war, some people would come here to hunt and enjoy the fun of conquering nature. However, with the outbreak of the world war, these people became fewer and fewer, almost gone.After a little grooming, Lynch took some bodyguards and met hassana, the chubby fur merchant, in the lobby of the hotel.The two simply greeted, and hassana explained his intention."After I went back yesterday, I asked my nephew. He told me that there would be migration routes of some herds passing by us recently..." he said and touched it. He was already slightly bald, and there were not many curly hair left. "Today we will organize a hunting. I think Mr. Lynch must have never seen it. Maybe you will be interested to have a look?"Lynch thought for a while and agreed. This is also a social process.Then the party divided into several cars and left the hotel.The city is not big. Lynch saw a lot when he came yesterday. When he came out of the city today, he thought he already knew something about it, but when he really left the city circle, he realized that what he saw was not all here.Outside the city circle, it is not a field or farmland, but a large area of shantytowns. There is almost no end to the shantytowns. The air here emits an unpleasant odor, which is more terrible and stronger than that in the city.In these smells, there is the stench of excreta, the pungent smell of some chemicals, the burnt paste smell of something, and a kind of putrid smell, such as the smell of meat that has been put in a hot and humid environment for too long and begins to decay, which is difficult to dissipate on the nose.When the motorcade passed by, the people on the side of the road or squatting or sitting stood up. This is their respect for the upper class. If someone doesn't do so, it's nothing, but people are used to it. The strict class makes them afraid to touch these rules formulated for the lower class.People do not look at the people dressed in luxury and beauty behind the window. They do not envy, envy or hate. They are only at a loss and numb.After the motorcade passes, they will lie down again, squat down, sit down and continue what they did before.Hassana handed a handkerchief to Lynch, "maybe this can help you. It's really smelly here. I have repeatedly proposed to the mayor to expel these Dalits from around the city, but he seems to have his own ideas!"Everyone who can do business and become a tycoon in nagary has a unique background behind him, so he doesn't pay much respect to the mayor. Even if there is a gap in their social status, it is not the kind that can't be crossed.Lynch said thank you and took the handkerchief. It was a handsewn handkerchief about one circle larger than the palm of his hand. It looked exquisite and had a interlayer, which exuded the smell of herbs or spices.These flavors well mask the pungent smell everywhere in the air, and some spices also have a refreshing effect."Are these people... Refugees?" Lynch looked at those people like walking corpses, a little strange.Hassana was very dissatisfied and said, "they are all poor people. For various reasons, they gathered around the city and live in the city. Some people also said that we can't lack them, but I have to say that the situation of the city would be better without these people."For various reasons, for example, beasts attacked villages, or various natural disasters, or young people concentrated in cities, and the elderly had to move here. In short, for many reasons, these people gathered around the city.They are mainly part-time workers, such as the employees of ASR's "refinery", who are recruited from these people.They don't care whether work does harm to themselves or whether they live with dignity. They are willing to do anything as long as they can make money, even if not much, or even as long as they can give more food to their families to eat.A bunch of poor people.After more than ten minutes of driving in such an environment, the team finally entered the real wild. After passing through one piece of farmland after another, the team finally entered the boundary of the grassland.It was almost noon, and the road was not close.It is located at the junction of primitive jungle and grassland, and it is also the central and western region of nagaril.In fact, Lynch's experience at this moment is not particularly good. The grass on the grassland grows too fucking high. It is more than one meter high. In some places, it may be more than two meters high.There are some predators hidden in some twisted trees. Their non emotional eyes have been staring at the moving motorcade.The forest in the distance is very spectacular, but it is far away. The shock is not enough. The eye is full of grass."We have a camp in front of us. When we get to the camp, we will change into more professional equipment and vehicles." hassana explained that the height of these grass will become higher as we go deeper into the grassland.By that time, ordinary vehicles could not run normally, so they needed special equipment and vehicles.
