"We are never afraid of bloodshed and fighting. We will always defend our power. No one can take them from us, even at the cost of life!"


    "It is because of fighters like buddy and you that we have the future!"


    "We are not inferior Dalits. We are the descendants of the former king and gods. The world will eventually give us justice. Please believe this, it won''t be long!"


    "May the former king and the gods be with you!"


    Looking at the distant passenger ship, buddy showed a firm face. Durin may not be old, but his thought, his character and his love for the guarte race exceed everyone here! He is the pioneer. No, he is the saint. He can only appear in thousands of years in the gualt fable! He will lead the whole gualt nation to rejuvenation!


    Buddy''s arm is a little bent. He has been broken for too long to be fully connected, but he doesn''t care. If he can exchange one arm for the rise of the whole race, he is willing to give another arm, even his own life.


    Those who have not lived in pain and struggled in the mire of endless darkness will never know their desire for life and their repressed love for life. No one likes darkness. Everyone is willing to embrace the light. When prayer can not exchange for light, they can only tear the darkness with their hands. Even if you fall into a sea of hell and blood, you will never regret it!


    Doolin''s second stop was montre. He placed great hope on this place. Once montre''s market can be opened, it can not only bring him great wealth, but also improve the life of the local guarte people. This is a relatively more open place. In addition to tourists from within the Empire, there are many tourists from outside the Empire. The collision of multiple cultures makes people living here have a strong ability to accept new ideas. Once the status of the guart people has changed, it will soon have a linkage effect and radiate out, so that tourists here can feel the difference of the guart people. Only when people''s views on the guart people have changed, can they get more fair treatment.


    Durin knew very well that a small group of people could not change the fate of the whole race, but when this small group of people led a large number of people to stand up, the fate would change quietly.


    Nearly a quarter of the shipment, that is, 3000 cases of wine, was prepared for montre. There is a month for fighting. Even if Sabre''s is a fool, I''m afraid he should have laid a large area at this time? With the territory, there will be people who are unwilling to be lonely to join him. There are more people to join. Whether for his own interests or to better manage these people, he must expand outward, which is also one of Dooling''s plans.


    But after he arrived at montre, it seemed that the situation here was somewhat different.


    This time, Sabre did not receive Turin in his small restaurant, but arranged it in the most luxurious hotel in montre. He could understand the reason why Sabre did so, but he felt strange that the five fellow members he left did not meet him.


    After telling duffer and Ellis, Turin changed his clothes and went to the restaurant to see sabre.


    At this time, Sabre had changed a lot from the last time he came. He was wearing a valuable formal dress. Each pin was fine and almost hard to find. His hair was also built. His smooth fat face was more white. Even he had a diamond inlaid watch of almost 3000 on his wrist.


    "I''m still wondering if I''m going to call you. I don''t have much goods in my hand, and you''ve arrived. It''s really timely!" Sabre sat opposite the table, ten fat fingers like carrots crossed together, and two Sapphire Rings exuded a faint luster.


    Dooling smiled. "Are they all sold out?"


    Sabre nodded. "It''s good to sell. People are rushing for it. How many did you bring this time?"


    "Three thousand boxes!"


    Sabre smiled with satisfaction. Three thousand boxes are thirty-six thousand bottles, which means that he has an income of more than 100000 and 200000. He has never seen such a profitable business. No wonder those smuggling gangs are vicious. Such a big profit, I''m afraid even those rich people have to be moved? But he was a little better than those people. Without taking any risk, someone brought the goods to the door and let him enjoy it.


    His attitude towards Turin became more enthusiastic. No one would have a grudge against money. He immediately asked people to take out the last sum of money and put it together in a beautifully packaged box. He patted the suitcase, "the payment for goods is a lot. In addition, I will give you a small thing as a gift." he pushed the beautifully packaged small box to Turin''s left hand and urged with expectation: "open it and have a look. If you don''t like it, I''ll change it for you."


    Dubley disliked his tone, but he didn''t care. There will be a little change in the mentality and character of anyone who is poor and newly rich. It can be said that he has expanded or doesn''t know the greatness of heaven and earth.


    He took the gift box and turned it over twice. After looking at sabre, he opened the box. There is a gold watch in the box. Such a gold watch can only be bought for at least 5000 yuan. Say you don''t like it. After all, it''s a gift from others. If you don''t like it, say you like it. But if you like it, to be honest, Du Lin didn''t see this kind of thousands of watches at all. Maybe he would have cared about it more than a year ago, but as a great power with more than "100 million" in front and back, he really didn''t see this.


    He doesn''t like Sabre''s character of spending a little money at will. In Turin''s opinion, only a small part of the money Sabre makes belongs to him, and more belongs to other guards. He doesn''t have the right to use other people''s money.


    So he didn''t show any surprise expression on his face. He just nodded his head and showed a faint smile, "you have a heart. The things are very good. I''ll take them."


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    No matter what expression Du Lin had, what he wanted was Du Lin to take it. The chefs just started serving at this time, and both of them closed their mouths at the right time. After the chefs left, Dooling tucked the catering in his collar and asked, "what about my friends? Why didn''t you see them?"


    Sabre replied without a pause: "they are now in the north of the city. There are still some things they need to deal with."


    He answered very quickly, and there was no change in his expression. Du Lin observed it secretly for a while and accepted the answer with half confidence. While dividing the steak on the plate, he asked, "when I came here, it seemed very calm. How did you coordinate with other local wine merchants to solve this kind of thing peacefully? To be honest, I''m curious. It''s a big deal!"


    Sabre put down his knife and fork and wiped his greasy lips with a napkin. Every time he spoke, the fat on his cheek trembled with the opening and closing of his lips, looking a little funny. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don''t think there''s anything that can''t be negotiated. The key is to be sincere!" he stretched out a finger and randomly pointed, "frankly, we all do business, not hate. As long as we can find a bottom line acceptable to both sides, there''s nothing we can''t talk about."


    He straightened his chest. The button of that shirt may suffer a little. He looked very proud. "I''m a businessman, Mr. durin. Please don''t ignore my instinct as a businessman!"


    If there was a naive idealist sitting opposite him, he might really deceive him. But who''s sitting opposite him? That''s Doolin, a human spirit who quickly climbs up from the bottom.


    When Sabre said the word "negotiation", Turin knew he was lying.


    Even the rich people are greedy for the profits of private wine. The reason why they don''t touch these is not that they don''t look down on the profits here, but that they should take into account their dignity and sense of social responsibility. Of course, it can also be said that their desire for money has decreased and began to chase political power, but this does not mean that the rich are not interested in private wine. If there is no prohibition now, what about these gangs?


    And he didn''t see the members of the association. You know, he is the president of the association. He didn''t come here by accident, but he had been notified in advance. Even if those members are really busy, they will find a way to come. But the continuous diversion of the topic made Turin have some shadows in his heart. He suspected that the members might have died.


    He is a good tempered man. First of all, everyone should be reasonable. At the same time, he is not a good tempered person. As long as he violates the rules he sets, he will be angry. When a good man is angry, he is sulky, but when a bad man is angry, it is a storm!


    Combined with before and after and his temptation to sabre, Turin asserted that Sabre had lied. He put down his knife and fork, touched his lips with his napkin, took a cigarette from the cigarette box, lit it, and spit, "let my people come here. This time, I''ll take them back in addition to delivery."


    Sabre interrupted playfully, "they won''t come back for a while. Why don''t I take you around first? I know a place where a group of girls who are said to be from the East have come recently, which is a lot different from the people here."


    Du Lin nodded slightly. He hooked his finger. "Put out your hand. I have something for you, too."


    Sabre was stunned for a moment, with a happy face. "How interesting is that?" he looked at Turin. There was a faint smile on Turin''s face, but there was an indisputable luster in his eyes. He hesitated, then slowly put his chubby hand on the table and stretched it out.