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The so-called revenge is just a joke.
Who would fight to the death if there is a way to survive?
"So now I am simply a bare-bones commander with no one under me. My good sister..."
It doesn't matter whether the people burning underneath are alive or not. Anyway, her organization currently doesn't have many living people.
The reason is that she has no money!
Because he burned the count's body too quickly a few years ago, his plan was completely exposed, and he ran out of Victoria to survive in the wilderness.
At the same time, they have gathered the people of Tara who have been oppressed, and are preparing to rely on them to regain the throne of Victoria and revitalize the Red Dragon family!
This should have been a royal script opening.
But I never expected that such a great ideal would be defeated by a mere amount of money.
This was something the young red dragon had never thought of. She never expected that the Scorpion Group would help her escape from the control of Earl Warwick. She originally thought this was a good thing, but she didn't expect that the company would actually cheat her. .
Abrana: Help me ascend to the throne of Victoria, and I will give you fair justice, and you will no longer suffer from hunger and cold.
Tara: But Scorpio Group is recruiting workers...
Abrana: Just follow me, and when you succeed, you will all be superiors. You will each have a comfortable house and free food.
Tara: But employees of Scorpio Group have free dormitories and canteens. Eating in the canteen is free. It is said that there is meat to eat every day.
Abrana: After we succeed, everyone of you will have endless wealth and glory, and you will never have the poverty and hardship you have now.
Tara Man: Let’s not talk about the leader. Is the meeting over? Today is the weekend, and Scorpio Group gets three times the salary during the weekend vacation.
Abrana (takes a deep breath): Don’t you want to revitalize your nation?
Tara: But the Scorpio Group accepts everyone unconditionally. Even infected people can work in the factory. I need to inform the leader of something.
Abrana: What's the matter?
Tara: Let’s not pay the recent organization fee. I’m afraid that the Scorpio Group will misunderstand that I am participating in a terrorist organization. What if they misunderstand and fire me? Let’s keep in touch less recently.
Tara Man: But don’t worry! You are always the greatest and most unique leader in our hearts!
It is unimaginable that in just three years, the Tara people seemed to have lost all their will to fight and were wiped out in Victoria.
Although everyone in this nation still gets together at some point to talk about recent events in Victoria.
But the protagonist of the party has changed from Abrana's revival plan to the various policies issued by the Scorpio Group.
So after three years, the entire Shenchi organization almost existed in name only.
So much so that Abrana wondered whether she should find a factory.
Are you really not suitable to be a leader?
Abrana waved her white hands downwards, and all the flames were instantly extinguished as if they had not appeared.
Only the ashes of the burned reeds remained.
The proud red dragon sat on the dirt pile, watching the sunset gradually dimming on the horizon.
I fell into deep thought for a moment.
Without manpower, it is impossible to overthrow Victoria's current aristocratic government by just relying on your own efforts. However, there are still a few people under him who are still fighting for this great ideal.
It's just that most of them don't do anything serious.
Mandela...she is still lurking in the upper city, and she hasn't seen him for a long time.
How is this kitten doing now?
Currently, Mandela is the only person who sends funds to the organization. It can be said that the entire organization relies on her funds to operate.
Without the help of this kitten, it would be a problem for Abrana to eat.
There is no way, Abrana can't really go to work.
Does she lose face? She is a noble descendant of the red dragon!
The most important thing is that if people of my own race go out to work, they will cause riots, no more in Victoria than in other areas.
The Drake red dragon race is actually easy to distinguish in Victoria, and some of the old people seem to have a stress reaction when they see Drake.
There are historical reasons for this, because everyone knows that Victoria's previous owner was Drac.
Chapter 569 Biology class starts!
Why is Victoria using Gaul tunes now?
It wasn't until Huang Cheng entered the palace that he discovered that Victoria was playing music from Gaul.
What are these nobles up to?
Gaul was destroyed hundreds of years ago, and even its territory was occupied by others.
It's simply worse than Kazdaele, whose capital city has been reduced to ruins.
But at least they still exist, and Gaul doesn't know why, not even a trace of history remains, and it seems to have disappeared from this land as if it had been deliberately erased by all countries in the world.
In the past, Gaul was the most powerful country on Terra. In the end, it was possible that because of its excessive jump, it was jointly attacked by many countries and the country was eventually destroyed.
In short, Huang Cheng still doesn't know why Victoria plays Marseillaise?
The face of the noble next to him seemed a little ugly.
It seems something unexpected happened.
At the same time, on top of the radio station at the highest point in the city.
Mandela, who was wearing an announcer's costume, threw a fainted staff member into the trash can.
Then unplug the USB flash drive inserted into the speaker.
A little devil's smile appeared on his face.
Of course, only those who have nothing to do can do such embarrassing things.
It was obvious that she could do such a thing without eggs.
Although this will not have any bad impact on Victoria's current situation, after all, every smart person knows that someone must be causing trouble.
But it’s not entirely without gain.
What if the heir to the Scorpio Group is a playboy and an unreasonable person?
Mandela lowered his head and put on his peaked cap, and threw his coat aside as he walked.
What bad intentions does the kitten have?
She just wanted to see Victoria's nobles embarrassed, so what bad intentions did he have?
Manmandra was extremely happy when she thought of those corrupt and greedy nobles showing their soaring expressions.
In fact, the expressions of all the nobles present were indeed not very beautiful.
They wanted to tear down the signal tower in the middle of Victoria.
If their cooperation plan is really delayed because of this accident, then none of them can bear this responsibility.
They will be rushed to death by the people in the middle.
But the top priority now is not to find the culprit, but to appease the emotions of the foreign guests.
"Sir, please believe us. This is really an accident. It may be that the staff of the signal tower drank a little too much yesterday and accidentally pressed the wrong button."
An unshaven old noble squatted down and explained carefully to the foreign guest in front of him.
Huang Cheng showed a formulaic smile: "I understand, please continue our process. I remember there will be a special dinner tonight, and I am already looking forward to it. My father and I have equally unique tastes."
"Tonight's banquet will definitely satisfy you. All Victoria's specialty beers will be available at today's banquet. You are in for a treat."
Huang Cheng's face showed anticipation: "Then I'm very curious~"
Scorpion did not make things difficult for them, but secretly they had the upper hand, and this mistake would also become the weight of his rejection this time.
Of course, if you refuse, you won't really refuse. If you really refuse, then it's just a fool for him.
And Victoria doesn't have just scorpions to get food.
Casimir and Sargon were also large producers of grain, and it was not ruled out that some local tyrants and natives in these two places could not resist Victoria's high prices and sold their food.
But Huang Cheng believes that these small fish and shrimps cannot make up for the country's shortfall.
If there is a problem with the variety and you want to change the variety, it will take at least half a year to sow all the seeds.
Moreover, it happens to be the harvest season rather than the planting season, so whether we can find food crops that can adapt to the upcoming temperature changes is still a question.
Growing wheat might be an option, but wheat matures too slowly.
While visiting the moving city in Victoria's capital, he had already seen wheat growing in surrounding areas.
The variety of wheat grown is very familiar. Isn't this the company's high-yielding wheat?
Can you have some dignity? You said you would resolutely resist the invasion of species by the Scorpio Group, but where did you get so many wheat seeds from?
Before he traveled here before, Huang Cheng had always felt strange since he was a child.
Grandpa planted so much rice that it could cover an entire yard every time there was a good harvest. But why do we have to buy it every time we go to the city when there are so many seeds?
Can’t we just pick out a handful of harvested wheat and plant it?
Why should we spend money to go to urban agricultural cooperatives to buy new varieties of high-yielding varieties? When he was a child, Huang Cheng had little knowledge and didn't understand the rules.
I don’t know what kind of subject biology is.
It wasn’t until I took the science subject in high school that I understood what was going on.
It turns out that these high-yielding seeds have been cultivated and treated using some special techniques. The seeds of high-yielding rice offspring can indeed germinate, but whether they can bear fruit is another matter.
Whether it can maintain high production after the results are achieved is another matter.
Due to some reasons, excellent traits cannot be inherited stably, and the miscellaneous things grown are dazzling to the eyes.
Moreover, it is not easy for farmers to harvest and the yield is definitely not as good as before, so farmers must buy seeds with excellent characteristics to continue to maintain high yields.
Huang Cheng only had a rough understanding of the genetic knowledge, and now everything in his head has been returned to his former biology teacher.
When Huang Cheng handed in the test paper for the college entrance examination, he also handed in his brain.