The King of Black Fog

"The situation is turning grim," one said.

"Hasn't it always been like this?" came the reply.

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Eagles soar through the sky, fish dart in the shallow waters,...

Chapter 152 The Pear Garden (Part 2)

Yang Qinglan smiled and said, "Changzhou, you can use your status as the second young master to try to unify a city. Just do it, don't worry about success or failure, there is no such thing as success or failure here."

There's an old saying that fits this perfectly: "Don't judge a hero by success or failure." Whether you succeed or fail, you can still improve your abilities.

"Don't judge a hero by success or failure." Li Changzhou felt a sudden sense of enlightenment, and many ideas quickly formed in his mind.

"What about me?" Li Qianxia asked. "I don't think staying in the factory making insoles will improve my skills."

Yang Qinglan smiled again.

You're laughing at me!

"No." Yang Qinglan's smile faded.

Li Qianxia felt that Lanlan and her older brother looked very much like a married couple.

“If you really have nothing to do, you can stay with your brother,” Yang Qinglan said.

"Wait!" Li Qianxia suddenly remembered something. "I've got an idea!"

"What?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Many female workers at the shoe factory are preparing to participate in a protest march because men only earn 30 cents a day while women only earn 20 cents, even though women work just as well as men. I think the best solution is to pay by the piece. This current system of disregarding the imbalance between men and women is very unfair! I want to liberate women and become a pioneer of gender equality!"

Li Changzhou scratched the corner of his left eye with his right hand.

Based on his understanding of his sister, Li Qianxia was definitely just upset that she hadn't received enough.

"You have a problem with that?" The owl swooped over.

“No.” Li Changzhou lowered his hand.

"snort!"

Yang Qinglan ignored the siblings' usual interactions and continued:

“Whether it’s me learning Peking Opera, managing Songcheng during the long week, or promoting gender equality and liberating women during the early summer, these are all ‘side jobs.’ Our main focus is still the three tasks in the game.”

“Yes.” Li Changzhou nodded in agreement. “We don’t have any intelligence yet. The three of us can split up for now and try to gather information from various places and levels.”

"How am I supposed to contact them? I can't possibly come out to watch plays every day, can I? I'm just a factory worker who earns two cents a day." Li Qianxia quickly immersed herself in the role, constantly building up her raging anger over the disparity between women earning two cents a day and men earning three cents a day.

Yang Qinglan had already considered this matter, and upon hearing it, she replied directly:

“From now on, every morning, you will come to me in the form of an owl. I will give you the information, and you will give it to your brother through Gemini at night. Then, bring me his letter the next morning. Even if you don’t have any information, you must keep in touch to ensure each other’s safety.”

"I really became a messenger owl! Did you know? Harry Potter's owl is a snowy owl!" Li Qianxia excitedly flapped her wings, and the feathers poked Li Changzhou's eyes.

Yang Qinglan was taking care of him. In the past, she would never have asked, but today she did. "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Li Changzhou said, rubbing his eyes. "I'm used to it."

"Let me blow on it for you." Li Qianxia stretched out her beak.

"No, no!"

"Early Summer!"

The two of them called out to her at the same time.

The notes on the Variation of the Circular Moth are clearly written: Since it is an owl, it naturally has the instinct to eat mice, insects, small birds, and lizards. Oh, and by the way, it's best not to defecate or urinate anywhere, especially in front of acquaintances who know you're not a real owl.

Although Li Qianxia doesn't eat mice or defecate indiscriminately, she sometimes has some of the little habits of an owl, such as turning her head or flapping her wings when excited.

If you see Li Changzhou's big, dark, and bright eyes, you might instinctively want to take a bite...

After they parted ways, Li Changzhou walked much more briskly.

"Second Master, I've heard that the Spring Emperor was practically giving that eldest son of the Song family the cold shoulder back then. She definitely has feelings for you, Your Highness," Liu De reported.

Li Changzhou smiled and said, "It's good that it's interesting."

Back in the private room, Zhong Yingru was still asleep, a strand of hair falling to her rosy lips. Her graceful figure lay on the soft couch like a beautiful snake.

Li Changzhou ate his food and drank his wine, then watched the rest of the show.

When the Spring Emperor appeared, he clapped and cheered loudly. The Spring Emperor flicked her sleeve toward the stands on his side, and her eyes, which were covered in makeup, stared at him like hooks.

After the performance ended, Li Changzhou woke Zhong Yingru up.

"What... happened to me?" Zhong Yingru held her head with her fingertips, her eyes slightly closed.

"It was probably anemia, plus seeing the corpse, that caused him to faint," Li Changzhou lied.

Zhong Yingru didn't think much of it; since she felt no discomfort, she didn't take it to heart.

The two left the opera house one after the other.

Stepping out of the pear orchard and out of the crowded area, Li Changzhou felt a sense of openness and expansiveness.

"Boss Feng, Boss Feng! Please! My mother has fainted from hunger, please give me some food! I'll do anything for you!" A man clung to the hood of the car.

"Move him away!"

"You fucking want to die!" A bodyguard stepped forward and slapped the man across the face.

The man was beaten, but he still struggled to crawl over, tears and snot streaming down his face. His mouth was wide open, saliva mingling between his teeth, and he let out a pig-like howl.

A group of gentlemen, ladies, and young women frowned, showing both reluctance and impatience, while a few treated it as a performance.

"Take them away immediately!" the manager of the opera house ordered, fearing that it would spoil the guests' enjoyment.

"etc."

"What are you waiting for? Drag him away! If he doesn't move, I'll break his legs!"

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