Genshin Impact: What? The one we need to save is Fukaros

It is already early summer and the sun in the sky is getting hotter and hotter, which seems to foreshadow the coming scorching heat.

Fortunately, gusts of sea breeze blow from the vast ocean from time to time, bringing people a moment of coolness and slightly alleviating the heat of early summer.

On both sides of the road leading to Fude Port, the rape flowers bloom so warmly and dazzlingly, like a green canvas sprinkled with gold by the sun.

The golden petals sway gently in the wind, like a golden ocean sparkling in the sun.

"Kokubeng, why do you have this strange name?" Imai Jiro asked curiously to the young man with a round hat and a cold face beside him.

Guobeng replied expressionlessly: "Let the country of Inazuma collapse!"

After listening to this, Jiro Imai sighed softly, as if he had thought of something.

There was more sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Guo Beng, "You must have experienced the same deep pain as me, so you hate this country to the core."

Guo Beng did not respond, but the indifference on his face dissipated a little.

Jinjiro then talked about his own experience, "I was originally a businessman from a wealthy family. I was kind and generous and often helped the poor. I should be considered a good person.

But the sudden hunting order issued by the general changed my life.

I immediately handed in the Eye Hunting Order, but the Eye Hunting Team not only robbed my property, but also beat me up from time to time."

Guo Beng suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Jin Jinjiro with sharp eyes, "The pain I endured is far greater than yours."

After saying this, he walked forward quickly without looking back.

Jiro Imai was stunned at first, and then he began to imagine all the tragic experiences of going abroad.

A handsome young man like him would probably have been treated as a plaything by those perverted nobles for excitement and entertainment, and they would have invested in him in various ways.

Therefore, I felt even more sympathy for them. "Alas, this corrupt country can only be described in two words: cannibalism!"

He quickened his pace and caught up with Guo Beng.

After half a day's journey, they finally arrived at their destination.

When they finally arrived at Fude Port, the scene before them shocked Jiro Imai and Kunibeng like never before.

I saw majestic buildings being constructed in full swing, various modern large-scale machinery roaring on the construction site, and countless workers busy at their respective posts, presenting a busy and orderly scene.

You won't see any bloated shogunate officials here, nor will you see any soldiers whipping workers for fun from time to time.

The atmosphere here is positive, full of vigor and energy.

When Jiro Imai and Kunibeng arrived at the entrance of the construction site, they were surprised to find that there was already a long queue. The line was so winding that there was no end in sight.

On both sides of the team, Western Factory guards dressed in black SS uniforms were on high alert, maintaining order at all times and preventing anyone from cutting in line.

Guo Beng had no intention of queuing, he walked straight to the entrance.

If anyone dared to stop him, he would kill them.

After all, the main purpose of his trip was to kill people.

However, after walking a few steps, Jiro Imai stopped him and said, "Guobeng, don't cut in line. This will make you lose the opportunity to work."

His tone was full of concern and reminder.

Guo Beng stopped and turned to look at Imai Jiro.

That concerned face gradually overlapped with a vague figure in memory - Niwa.

Somehow, he suddenly gave up the idea of ​​killing someone at this moment and lined up with Jin Jinjiro.

After a long wait, they finally got to the front of the line.

They were received by a gentle-looking guard from the Western Factory.

The guard took out two forms from the drawer and handed them to them to fill out.

He also specifically mentioned that if someone is illiterate or has any difficulties, he would be happy to help fill it out.

Jinjiro Ima was a little flattered. He didn't expect the officials of Fontaine to be so kind.

He quickly waved his hands to indicate that he didn't need help and filled out his information quickly and accurately.

Then, he helped Guo Beng fill out the form and submitted it to the Western Factory guard.

The Western Factory guards took the information they handed over and immediately began to carefully review it.

When he browsed through Guo Beng's information, his expression changed subtly, but the experienced guard quickly adjusted his expression and did not let anything abnormal show.

He raised his head with a smile and said to them, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the interview of our West Factory and become a member of Fude Port."

Hearing this, Jiro Imai could not hide his joy, because not everyone is lucky enough to become a worker at Port Fude.

In comparison, Guo Beng's reaction seemed much more indifferent, as if this result did not mean much to him.

Afterwards, the Western Factory guard gave them a detailed introduction to the rules and regulations of Fude Port and its generous welfare benefits.

As the explanation went on, Jiro Imai became more and more excited, and he couldn't wait to start plastering.

Afterwards, the Western Factory guards took the initiative to lead them to their accommodation - a clean and tidy mobile cabin, and issued two work badges to the two of them, telling them that with the badges they could have free meals every day.

When the Western Factory guards left, Jiro Imai lay on a simple iron bed, his heart filled with emotion.

He felt that all this was so beautiful, like a dream, that he could hardly believe it.

From now on, he will start a new chapter of his life here.

There is no oppression or exploitation here. As long as you work hard, you can live a stable life, have enough food and drink, and earn a salary.

Just as Jiro Imai was immersed in his imagination of a beautiful life in the future, the door was suddenly pushed open, breaking the silence in the room.

A gentle young man walked in slowly. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and had an elusive smile on his lips, giving people a feeling of intimacy yet majesty.

Imai Jiro immediately stood up from the bed and walked forward. Just as he was about to speak, the man introduced himself first: "I am Yi De, the owner of the West Factory. Imai Jiro, I need to talk to Guo Beng alone. Can you please step aside for a while?"

Although Ide's words sounded polite and courteous, the majesty and unquestionable tone contained in them made Jiro Imai unable to refuse.

He was shocked and glanced at Guo Beng unconsciously, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

But he knew that he had no right to do anything, so he turned around and walked out of the room silently, leaving the space to Yide and Guobeng.

For a moment, only Lin Yide and Guo Beng were left in the room.

Lin Yide walked slowly to the iron bed and sat down calmly. "It's really touching. First, the great general Haizhidao came to work here, and then the Fatui executive came."

Guo Beng sneered, "Then do you know what I'm here for?" There was a strong hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"You're here to kill me, aren't you?" Lin Yide responded nonchalantly, "After all, what else can a fool and a waste like you do besides killing people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the anger in Guo Beng's heart erupted like a volcano.

His face was distorted by anger, and he exuded a chilling murderous intent. "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Despite the anger over the country's collapse, Lin Yide remained calm and composed.

He looked at Guo Beng with contempt, and uttered each word slowly and firmly: "I say you are nothing but an extremely incompetent idiot and waste."

"You are looking for death!"