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

Three days later, Count Grand was personally sent back to his home by Lin Yide.

The two of them were talking and laughing, like good friends who had known each other for a long time.

Gran changed his previous stingy character and donated 500 million Mora at one time, which was equivalent to most of his property.

When Lin Yide left, Count Grand seemed to have lost all support.

He staggered to the living room, then lay down on the floor helplessly, crying loudly.

That cry, filled with fear, helplessness and regret, released all the pain and depression experienced during this period of time.

Grand's children rushed over when they heard the noise. They were all shocked to see their father lose his composure.

They gathered around Gran, anxiously asking what had happened.

Gran's eyes revealed deep fear, and his body kept shaking, as if he was still immersed in the memory of that horror.

"Devil! He is the devil!"

The children looked at each other, not knowing what their father had been through, but from his expression and words, they could feel the fear that was deep in their bones.

With the previous experience of Count Grand, the subsequent "investigation" work became relatively easier.

There was no need for Lin Yide to invite them for tea. The nobles who were approached by him took the initiative to make donations, for fear that they would end up like Count Grand.

In just one month, Lin Yide raised nearly 10 billion Mora.

This amount is so huge that it is almost equivalent to the entire five-year financial budget of Fontaine.

Originally, his original intention was just to raise funds to solve the resettlement problem of ship owners and crew members, but now, facing the huge amount of money in his hands, he began to have new ideas.

Many important areas of Fontaine have long been monopolized by nobility and big businessmen.

This monopoly not only restricts the development of the market, but also widens the gap between the rich and the poor, making it difficult to improve the quality of life of ordinary people.

And this money is enough to break all monopolies.

……

The warm sunshine gently shines on the streets of Fontaine, bringing a touch of warmth and tranquility to the city.

A young man and woman walked side by side.

"Ide, you are such a jerk. Do you know how many nobles have come to me recently to complain about your crimes?"

Funina complained to Lin Yide beside her.

"If you find it annoying, you can start charging for it." Lin Yide said jokingly, "It will cost one million Mora for each time you come to complain. I guarantee that no one will come to you."

After listening to Lin Yide's words, Furninna glared at him and said in a pretended angry tone, "What a bad idea! If I charge a fee, I won't be able to hear the voices of the common people. Then how can I help them as a god?"

"Idiot." Lin Yide tapped Funina's head gently, with a hint of pampering in his eyes.

She retorted angrily: "Why are you calling me an idiot again? You are the idiot, and a big idiot at that!"

Lin Yide likes to see her little mouth slightly raised when she is angry. It is so cute that people can't help but want to taste it.

"I told you you're stupid, but you still don't believe me. Then let me ask you, who are the people who usually come to see you? Have you ever seen a commoner living in poverty?"

Finina carefully recalled the visitors who had come to see her in the past, and she was surprised to find that most of the people who came to see her were nobles and wealthy businessmen, and she had almost never seen common people living in poverty.

"Why is that?" she asked in confusion.

Lin Yide asked calmly, "If someone is worried about tomorrow's food every day, would he have the mind to chase stars?"

After hearing what Lin Yide said, Funina couldn't help but reveal a look of guilt on her face.

Over the years, she has devoted most of her energy to finding a way to break the prophecy that has troubled Fontaine, but has neglected to pay attention to and help the grassroots people.

Just as she was about to say something, the two of them had unknowingly arrived at the door of the Sailing Association.

So, she kept what she wanted to say in her heart and planned to have a deeper discussion with Lin Yide later.

The Shipping Association is located in an imposing three-story Western-style office building, with a dignified receptionist standing at the door.

Under her guidance, Lin Yide and Funina walked into the building.

As soon as you enter the building, you will see all kinds of gorgeous decorations inside, which are even better than those in Mo Mang Palace.

Lin Yide frowned, thinking that this visit might not go as smoothly as he expected.

Soon, Abel, the president of the Sailing Association, came out to greet them. He was a short, fat middle-aged man with sparse hair, a greasy face, and a hypocritical and flattering smile on his face.

"Lady Finina, Baron Ide, your presence is an honor to our entire Sailing Association."

Lin Yide had no interest in such hypocritical courtesy. He interrupted Abel in a cold tone and said, "President Abel, let's get down to business."

Abel's face froze, but soon returned to normal. He bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation, "Of course, of course. Let's go to the office to discuss in detail."

Then, Lin Yide and Funina followed him into his office.

The office is decorated luxuriously yet tastefully, showing the financial strength and status of the Sailing Association.

Furninna and Lin Yide sat comfortably on the soft sofa, while Abel sat opposite them.

Lin Yide directly stated the purpose of their visit: "President Ebel, Lady Funina and I are here mainly to discuss the resettlement of ship owners and crew members affected by the construction of the Fontaine Waterway."

Hearing this, Abel immediately showed an embarrassment on his face, "Our association strongly supports the construction of the Fontaine Waterway. After all, this is a project that benefits the country and the people.

At the same time, we are also actively providing ideological guidance to the affected ship owners and crew members.

However, due to the pressure of life, their practical needs must also be properly addressed.”

Lin Yide was impatient with the old fox's hypocritical behavior. "I don't want to hear these empty words. Just tell me your conditions directly."

Abel was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Lin Yide to be so direct.

So, he simply dropped his disguise and said, "I heard that a noble recently donated a large amount of Mora to Lady Fininna's foundation. This should be a piece of cake to solve the resettlement problem of these ship owners and crew members."

When he said this, a gleam of greed flashed in his eyes.

As far as he knew, the donation was an astronomical figure.