Angel Son of Tomorrow's Ark

If you want to stand up and say that you represent the long-cherished wish of everyone, it requires a lot of accumulation.

Even if Luo Zhen is the Holy Son, he can't change the hearts of all Lateran, let alone criticize Bolivar.

So he just listened to Dupin's narration as a listener.

Then, he asked the topic that he had always cared about:

"Then, which side of the tripartite forces is this Dosores city? It really belongs to the coalition government?"

Dubin shook his head: "No, Dosores doesn't count either."

"The mayor of that city is a monster. She maintained a balance among the three forces, and erected the city's nameplate as a neutral zone."

"Any one of the three parties, even the nobles of Letania and Colombia who are at war, are willing to come to her city for consumption. No one is allowed to use force in this city, and they must obey the mayor's rules."

"Can you imagine, Luo Zhenjun? The dream of every Bolivarian who has been devastated by the war is to save a sum of money to come to Dosoles, and to make a fortune here to escape the sea of ​​suffering. Even if he is penniless, he can still Working in this sinful city, becoming a cog in the city to ensure safety."

Dubin said what seemed to be praising Dosores, and concluded with indifference in his eyes:

"Dosores, is a den of vampires. It sucks blood from all over Bolívar and wears down everyone's will. It entertains the rich and gives falsehood to the poor. It overdraws the future of this land to ensure the current vanity."

"As long as that city exists for a day, Bolivar will never have a future. When all the value is consumed, Bolivar will only become a dead place again, and the music will end."

585. Five of the Four of the Dragon Gates Are Common Sense

...A moment later, in the living room of the suite of the Shuaia Hotel.

Luo Zhen returned to his loyal seat and drank with the evil Xingxiong sister next to him.

He and Dubin went to the small room to chat alone for half an hour, while a group of gossip women squatted at the door for half an hour.

Although apart from a little movement at first, no sound was heard afterwards.

But a group of women who are too drunk can imagine colorful dramas just in their brains, and the sound of their own breathing is one after another, which seems to be exaggerated.

But in fact, at the end, Luo Zhen and Du Bin walked out in decent clothes.

This made a group of gossip women startled and completely unbelievable.

Franka's fat fox even suggested that Dupin should be tied up for a full body check to see if any piece of meat was missing.

Then she was ruthlessly electrotherapyed by her colleague Razer, and she was dragged back to the room to calm down.

Luo Zhen and Du Bin, of course it is clear.

When the two of them sat down, they just chatted. The physical contact was limited to below the wrists, and there was no arrogance at all.

On the contrary, Luo Zhen's mood became a lot heavier, and he lost all interest in doing anything.

So even after returning to the living room, Luo Zhen didn't respond to seeing many women lying on the sofa in disorder.

Xingxiong: "Luo Zhen~. Come, this way."

Big Sister Hoshiguma, who is still the emperor, patted the seat next to her, smiling very carnivorously.

But Luo Zhen consciously went into the mouth of a tiger, eating and drinking with his sister Xingxiong.

This made Xingxiong a little uncomfortable, and eating tofu was not refreshing.

She hugged Luo Zhen's shoulders, and asked a little worriedly:

"What's the matter with you, Luo Zhen? What's bothering you? Even if you say you're going back to Lateran to get married, I won't kill you."

Luo Zhen: "But I won't be able to get out of this room, and I will be torn to pieces by the women here."

Luo Zhen glanced at Texas and the others whose momentum had changed in an instant, and felt the murderous intent to wipe him out.

Of course, Luo really never thought about getting married, at least not yet.

On the day of the wedding, at least I have to have a flat bowl of water and hold a feast for hundreds of people.

But how much would it cost...Luo Zhen, who is essentially a petty citizen, has already begun to feel distressed.

So when it comes to the wedding day, you still have to ask your own Miss Shi Huaiya to make the preparations, so you don't have to worry about funds and venues.

Shi Huaiya, who was working overtime in the Guard Bureau, sneezed, so I won't mention that.

Luo Zhen shook his wine glass, and asked Xingxiong an irrelevant question:

"Sister Xingxiong, I remember that Dongguo is also in a separatist state now, right?"

"Oh, yes."

Hoshiguma answered while drinking:

"The north-south separatism of the Eastern Kingdom has lasted for several generations. The rulers on both sides claim that they are the orthodox bloodlines, and the open and secret fights are quite bloody."

"Border conflicts between the two sides have occurred from time to time, and there has been no truce until now. Although there is still a consensus that the same country is maintained, it is only to prevent the Ursus Empire from the west from taking advantage of the chaos to invade."

"As soon as the Chernobog incident happened, the whole world saw the chaos and weakness of Ursas. Without this big threat, the civil strife in the Eastern Kingdom will probably intensify again... In other words, why do you ask this suddenly?"

Hoshiguma asked, tilting his head.

Although Hoshiguma left Dongguo many years ago, he usually looks carefree.

But when it comes to analyzing the international situation, she speaks clearly and clearly, much more seriously than Sir Chen.

Luo Zhen shook his head:

"It's nothing. It's just a sudden feeling that the whole world is in chaos. There are those who fight for the right of inheritance because of blood relationship, some who fight for power purely based on economic interests, and some who even count on the reincarnation of gods... There are really all kinds of people what."

Chen Huijie: "You really are, you don't show mercy even when you're black."

Chen sir, who had been drinking in the early days, has already slept for two hours now, and has woken up again.

This is the good thing about the genes of the real dragon. Although it is not as drinkable as Xingxiong, its metabolism is still very fast.

Luo Zhen handed her a cup of soy milk to let her sober up.

Chen sir drank it down in one gulp, and sat down close to Luo Zhen with his slightly sweaty and hot body.

Then, Sir Chen looked at Luo Zhen with bright eyes:

"This world is really chaotic, because it is a period of change. You also know the identity of Old Wei. If it weren't for this world, with his identity, he would not be exiled to Longmen."

"Although I have a lot of opinions on him, the only thing I have to admire is his management skills. A person like him can put down his airs and turn Longmen into a commercial city... This is already better than those in Victoria who only know how to eat and drink. It’s much better to have fun, and feel that noble blood should be superior to others.”

Luo Zhen nodded: "Hui Jie, you used to study in Victoria? That's true."

Chen Huijie graduated from the Royal Guards College in Victoria, and she came into contact with the feudal group that served the interests of the nobility, so of course she knew something about it.

Compared with these self-proclaimed feudal nobles, Wei Yanwu's method of running Longmen can be called bold and advanced.

Although it is a bit of an afterthought now, it can indeed be said that it is precisely because of his enlightened skills that Longmen has become a world-class economic city in the past 30 to [-] years.

This made Luo Zhen sigh with emotion:

"Casimir's Knights Tournament, Bolivar's Dosores, and Kiesta. Although entertainment and capital stink, at least they are better than feudal rule."

Ceylon: "Ah...! Luo Zhen, how can you say that my Zista is smelly! My family attaches great importance to environmental protection, and it doesn't smell bad at all! ( ??ω?? )"

Miss Ceylon with sharp ears, stumbling over with Hei's support, rushed into Luo Zhen's arms and took a drink break.

This young lady is already completely drunk.

Luo Zhen patted her hot body and explained:

"The stink I'm talking about is not this stink. Zista is indeed much better than the others, but it's just inseparable from the capital."

Luo Zhen coaxed the drunken mad lady, and handed her into Hei's arms.

In all fairness, Ceylon's father, Herman, did not seem like a capitalist.

He and Wei Yanwu are the same type of people, with their own definite purpose.

Wei Yanwu has been working hard until now in order to worship his brother and wife, and to create a home for his family to live and work in peace and contentment for his original ideal.

Luo Zhen hasn't talked with Herman in detail, but he can also see the clues of this idealism from his words and deeds so far.

That's why he stopped the development of obsidian, maintained the operation of Kiesta through tourism, and didn't even make any further money.

And all the capital he accumulated was secretly used to build mobile cities.

Soon all the residents of Kiesta will be transferred to the mobile city.

It is a pity that the artificial ocean developed with a lot of manpower and material resources was abandoned to avoid natural disasters.

If you were an ordinary capitalist who only seeks self-interest, you must follow the path of Cronin.

Luo Zhen doesn't hate this kind of "stupidity", and thinks that Herman is an excellent person, so he is happy to cooperate with him.

...However, this also made Luo Zhen, who had just heard about the existence of Dosores, feel a little complicated.

He frowned subtly:

"As the saying goes, Mingjun is the biggest obstacle to overthrowing the monarchy..."

"...What do you mean?"

Chen Huijie and Xingxiong looked at each other, but they didn't understand Luo Zhen's sudden emotion.

Taking Longmen as an example, because of Wei Yanwu's excellent skills, the city is recognized as wealthy.

Leaving aside the slums, the people in the urban areas are generally very wealthy.

On the other hand, in Ursus, which is ruled by the power of nobles and nobles, the lives of ordinary people are very miserable.

A commoner like Lindong, who is as developed as Chernobog, is more than two grades worse than Longmen citizens in terms of daily necessities, and even worse than residents of slums with better conditions.

But a big aristocratic family like Zaolu has much more daily luxury than Wei Yanwu, it can be said that it is a wine pool and a forest of meat.

This is an obvious allocation problem.

If 99% of Longmen's wealth is controlled by the real rich, then the common people below can at least get 1%.

But in an environment like Ursus, the rich are 999 per thousand.

Civilians can only maintain food and clothing levels, and a little more is a luxury.

If it were a normal situation, facing such a big gap, the civilians would definitely have resentment.

But Ursus created another despised class by cruelly oppressing the infected and forcing them under the common people.

By oppressing the infected, civilians who can still maintain food and clothing will feel satisfied, and their fighting spirit will be greatly reduced.

Of course, this is only an expedient measure and cannot last forever.