Chapter 610: Fighting violence with violence

Sanger had money, but not enough to throw around.

But it is necessary for him to throw money like this.

I am a foreigner and have no foundation in the Great Xia Empire. My only support is my verbal big brother, Earl Jefferys.

If a person has no value, don't think about others treating you differently.

Therefore, he must create an advantage that people are willing to accept.

Undoubtedly, having money is the easiest of them all.

It is better to be slaughtered as a fat sheep than to be an ant on the ground.

At least the fat sheep can eat grass and step on a few ants to play with, but then the ants are really doomed.

No, in the eyes of Butler Harrington, he rose from a foreign native to a wealthy foreign tycoon.

Same treatment, but slightly different attitudes.

Because they were anxious to see little Count Jefferies, Sanger and his party did not stop. Harrington directly booked a carriage and took him to Plan City.

In the new city, inside the hotel run by the Jeffries family.

Harrington arranged for Sanger and specifically told him: "There are many noble people in the imperial capital, some of whom my Earl cannot afford to offend. Please be sure not to offend the noble people."

Sanger nodded, of course he understood this rule.

In addition, for the sake of the golden coupon, Harrington privately provided a private message: "Sometimes there will be a lady from the Lion Heart Kingdom staying on the top floor of the hotel. Please be sure not to get close."

Sanger is also white. If he saw a woman of the same skin color in a foreign land, he might approach her and strike up a conversation.

If something happens, I'm afraid little Earl Jefferys will ask him to float in a cement bucket.

Sanger immediately wrote down the news and reminded himself not to forget it.

This is the charm of money. It may not be useful if you spend it, but when something happens, its effect will be revealed.

After the housekeeper left, Sanger relaxed.

Standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you can just see the night view of the new city.

Lively and luxurious, full of brilliance.

"Daxia...it turns out to be like this."

He has been to Daxia, but he has never seen Daxia like this.

Every time I smuggled before, it came and went, and then never came again.

Now when I visit my old place again, it feels like I am in a different country.

Benjamin on the side has not spoken for a long time, and now he doesn't know whether his choice is the right one.

The hatred I felt when I was young has faded away, now I think about it, I am really ignorant.

After more than ten years of wandering around, I still came back.

"I guess... everyone doesn't remember me, right?"

The two of them have many thoughts and ideas.

…

In the hotel opposite, Ferranz was also looking out the window at the night scene.

There is a new casino he opened in the hotel at his feet, a legal one.

Most of the moneylenders who had run away were kneeling in the room.

Those who didn't come had already been killed by the empire.

Those who are still alive have not done evil to the point of causing death.

But Ferranz did not fish them out out of loyalty.

A group of guys who betrayed themselves would be good if they didn't kill them.

"To be honest, you should be grateful to the laws of the empire. Ten years ago, anyone who dared to deceive Peres would have been hanged."

Ferranz turned around and looked at these men who had once shown their loyalty. These people also taught him a lesson.

"I fished you out so that you can continue to work for me, but before that, you need to go to the hospital to recuperate.

Left leg or right leg, let them choose. "

Ferranz’s cold orders would make him run away, wouldn’t he? Then don't run away from now on.

"Sir, no! I am loyal to you, really loyal!"

"Sir, I can make money for you, I know how to make money!"

"I was wrong. I won't dare to do it anymore. I will definitely listen to you."

Ferranz remained indifferent to these bastards' pleas for mercy.

He completely understood that to deal with these bastards, the only way to deal with them was to be a bastard better than them.

He snapped his fingers with his backhand and pointed at the guy who shouted loyally: "Don't you like playing with wives? Coincidentally, I like it too."

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a beautiful woman Q wearing tulle crawling over.

"Jenny!!!"

The traitor who was kneeling on the ground tried to get up, but was immediately pushed down.

Ferranz smiled evilly: "How is it? Isn't it exciting?"

Being a good dog and trying to bite the owner back, this is what will happen.

As for everyone else, everyone will be punished.

He waved his hand and said: "Take them down, I'm going to play a game with Jenny. If anyone can't think about it...send them back to prison to continue to reflect."

Since he talks to you so loudly and refuses to listen, then let’s have a taste of what it means to be an evil person.

You are evil and I am even more evil.

The men dragged the guy down who screamed heartbreakingly. He must have known what regret means now.

But Ferranz didn't play any exciting games, he still had a lot to do.

After waiting for a while, I finally got a telegram reply.

"Dear Sir Ferranz, thank you for your information and advice..."

After providing intelligence to the Lionheart Royal Family, it was natural that they would also provide information to the Revolutionary Army.

This is called equal access to rain and dew, equality and fairness.

Of course, the Revolutionary Army might not have a chance to blow up the production line, so Ferranz gave them a suggestion.

Seeing that the Lion Heart Kingdom is about to receive an epic wave of reinforcements, the Revolutionary Army can take advantage of the opportunity to move in.

There are so many countries, big and small, in the Western continent, and the people are all living in dire straits.

For the revolutionary army, no matter what the truth is, they can only do what Franz proposed.

Franz sent them a telegram again, informing them that a ship of arms would arrive, and this time they would charge according to the market price.

He was not afraid that the revolutionary army would not buy it. He could make back his capital by taking the weapons to those nobles.

Otherwise, he turned the ship around, and believed that those nobles would be happy to pay the money. This is a seller's market.

Waiting for the next telegram reply, it would probably be tomorrow morning. Franz put down his official business and looked back at his new toy, with anger in his eyes.

…

Sanger had a good sleep, stretched his body, and saw that there seemed to be a white thing on the glass of the hotel opposite.

Rubbing his eyes, he didn't see it again.

He didn't care. He was going to visit the Jeffreys family formally today.

Unlike Princess Marie Dejia, he could visit openly.

Those gifts could also be delivered directly to the door.

After washing up and having breakfast, someone came to pick him up.

Today, Jeffreys was at home on vacation, so he had plenty of time to receive him.

After not seeing each other for several years, Sanger really missed his big brother.

After all, the ridiculous days together were very unforgettable.