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"Boom!"

Big Ross chewed a hard black bean in his mouth, swallowed it, and continued to say to his brother Little Ross and Tyrande: "Many people don’t understand the practice of Raymont. The Shambhala mine is not short-lived, and the connections and relationships are there. After leaving Shambhala and coming to Sharin, it is almost from scratch, and it is unwise to look at it.

But I think this is where the power of Raymont is.The Shambhala mine is really good, because the construction started a long time ago, and the facilities are much better than the shalin.But for this reason, the relationship at the Shambhala mine is too complicated.There are too many people-there are many people below, and there are many people above, the relationship is set by the relationship, the ability is next to the ability, it is very difficult to promote.

Raymont is pretty good, but in the Shambhala mine, a lot of grabs like him are actually stronger than him and have good relationships.He had to get out of the Shambhala mine for at least three years, bad luck, and maybe five years.He should have seen this clearly before choosing to come to Sarin.

This place in Sharin is indeed broken and contains nothing, but it is certain that it is easy to get ahead.That's why he behaved so positively, just wanting the people above to see and make a good impression.Which day is lucky, it is possible to directly upgrade several levels."

"That's it..." After listening to the words of Big Ross, Little Brother, who was his brother, nodded suddenly, picked up a few black beans from the dish, and put them in his mouth to chew, thinking about it and asking, "Hey, brother, you Say why don’t we show it well? Maybe we can make a good impression on the people above and get out of it..."

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, Little Ross slapped him on the head with a slap.

Big Rose gave a white glance and said angrily: "Drink your bar! Performance? Have we done it? Raymont is the worst, it is also a supervisor, and people still recognize words. And we are a hard worker, You have to ask someone for help in writing and reading, so how can you behave again? So, drink your wine honestly, sleep after sleep, work hard and work hard. What to show, what to do, and We don’t have a relationship, we really have, and we can’t catch it on our heads."

Little Ross: "..."

After a while of silence, Little Ross was somewhat shocked and said with a little convincing lip: "Can't I learn to learn literacy? I don't think I'm stupid. If I study hard, I can definitely learn, and I will be able to stand out by then!" "

"That's OK, you will stop drinking today." Daluos said, "Eating in the cafeteria every day, saving money to buy books and asking people to teach you how to read, so you should learn it if you persist for three or two years."

"Ah? So long?" Little Rose was surprised.

"A long time?" Big Ross disagreed, counting with his fingers, "This is still I think you are smarter than most people. You know, those rich young masters have been learning since they were seven or eight years old. I have been studying until my teens. In fact, if you learn for three or two years, you can at most recognize words and read letters, but you can’t really write letters. Because of what rhetoric you need to use, you have to do it again. You can only study for a few years."

"It's so difficult?" Little Rose's face changed a few times, and he resolutely retreated. "Forget it, I still don't learn. Let's earn money honestly. I didn't expect to recognize a word. It's so troublesome."

"Huh, you only know." Big Rose nostrils, education, "So, you and I don't need to think about performance, but Tyrande is still a bit possible. After all, he recognizes words, and our letters are all He read it."

Tyrande heard it and quickly waved his hand: "I don't recognize many words, just read letters, look at tombstones and shop signs."

"That's better than us." Daluosi said, took the glass and made a toast. "So, please order this wine, dear Tyrande! You are a big man in the future, absolutely not There is no money for such a meal."

Tyrande's face stiffened, and he smiled helplessly: "I knew that you guys pulled me to drink, it was definitely not a good thing... but okay, this time I invited, but this time this month, OK ?"

"No problem." Big Rose said briskly, and touched the glass with Tyrande and drank the beer quickly.

After a drink, put down the glass and wiped the corners of his mouth, what Big Rose saw.Squeezing his eyes in the corner of the side, he said: "Hey, you two haven't paid attention, the people over there are a little strange."

"who?"

After hearing what Big Ross said, Little Ross and Tyrande looked together.I saw a three-legged table in the corner, where I was sitting alone. There was nothing to drink, but I was holding a wooden cup and drinking without a sip.

The man occasionally raised his head and glanced around, but there was no expression on his face. It looked as if he had received some harm and lost the ability to change his expression. For short... facial paralysis.

"That guy doesn't seem to be working with us, at least I haven't seen it, but looking at the soil on his clothes, he should also be busy on this construction site." Big Rose whispered.

Tyrande blinked, thinking of a possibility, guessing out loud: "Hey, won't it be the group of slaves that have always been rumored?"

There have been rumors among Tyrande's group that there are a number of people on the job site in addition to their miners from Shambala, locally hired laborers, and mysterious wizards.

This group of people is sparse in number, with only a hundred or so. They are thin and weak, but they are not weak.With hardships and hard work, you can work for more than ten hours in a row, and it is the hardest, most tiring and risky work.

However, these people generally do not contact with outsiders, and spend most of their time alone, and occasionally meet with outsiders, and rarely communicate, and the expression on their faces is lifeless.Some people guessed that these might be slave workers who never knew which small country bought them.Because it is a slave, it is thin, and because it is a slave, there are no complaints about working. Because of a slave, the expression on the numb face will not change.

Tyrande felt that the person he saw now should be a member of the "slave".

But "slave" is not free, how come he came here to drink?And if you drink alcohol, you must pay for it-private property is allowed, it is definitely not a slave.

Tyrande learned something with his uncle for a few years and knew a little more than the rest, and was quite puzzled at this time.

In doubt, the man with a paralyzed face who was suspected of being a slave drank his own wine, put down his money, staggered up and walked over, preparing to walk towards the door and leave here.

However, as he walked to the table, the male with facial paralysis flicked, his eyes widened slightly, and then a large amount of vomit ejected from his mouth with a "vomit".Big Ross was the closest and became the main "attack" target, only to have a short exclamation, and was sprayed all over his body.