Chapter 56 Chapter 56 No way, no way, a hundred yuan...
Yosir covered his aching forehead and suddenly woke up from his emotions.
Looking at the furious Kanoka in front of him, Yosir gritted his teeth in grievance, "Kanoka, I'm saying she's unworthy. Why don't you listen to me?"
However, the aggressive Kanoka didn't feel guilty. Instead, he spoke as if it was natural. "You scared me by not controlling your voice. Yosir, you should speak more gently next time. I'm your friend, so you should be gentle with me."
Arrogant, stupid, and condescending.
Even if he is dressed in the guise of a friend, it cannot change Kanoka's nature.
Yosir suppressed his anger and forced a smile. "Well, it's my fault. I'll be more careful next time."
"Nuoka, don't you find it strange?" He changed the subject. "How could the captain, who's so powerful, value a low-class person from the slums? Think about it carefully. Does she have other values that you're unaware of?"
"What value does she have?" Kanoka said without hesitation, "Mom, do you think I would fall in love with a loser who only has a pretty face? I don't like her!"
Finding that no matter how he tried to guide Kanoka, he would not fall for it, Yosir took a deep breath and felt chest tightness and shortness of breath.
"What about your sister? Your sister has always loved you, so how could she agree to you marrying someone from the lower class?" asked Yosir.
"How should I know?" Kanoka was asked impatiently, "Mind your own business! You're about to marry an old man, and you still have time to take care of me?"
Yossier: ...
He stopped talking and lowered his head to hide his expression.
Kanoka's commotion didn't bother me.
In fact, when I opened the window, I noticed the fierce look from above, and the expression seemed to want to pounce on me and bite me.
No way, Carter told Kanoka about the engagement so soon?
I had a hunch that this old fox was calculating abacus in his mind, trying to see how many cards I had left.
After wiping my hair that had been washed for the second time, I took out a pair of scissors and gestured to myself in the mirror.
I'm not good at trimming my own hair, I just grab a handful and cut it off when I have some free time. But now the situation is different, I may have to appear in public again, so I have to pay attention to my image.
Not only the image, but also the words and behavior, and even the professional knowledge.
The Celestial Dragons were surprised that a lowly person like me could actually climb up, but they were also disgusted that I was on equal footing with them. Even with Carter and the Senate endorsing me, there were still obstacles.
So in order to develop better in the future, I must make myself look similar to the Celestial Dragons.
It can only be similar. After public opinion opens up, my identity as a lower-class person can help me win more votes. Similar conversation and cultivation can make the Tianlong people mistakenly think that I stand on their side.
That's great, I like to have the best of both worlds.
Grabbing a strand of hair, I raised and lowered the scissors. Finally, I gave up and just tied it up with a rubber band.
Let's leave this kind of thing to Carter! When she lets me appear in public, she will definitely take care of everything for me!
So I climbed into bed with peace of mind, closed my eyes and fell asleep.
The next day, I saw Yosir with ointment on his forehead and Kanokha, who was my eyes instead of my nose, at the dining table.
Two people of similar age looked at me together, one with a sinister look, the other with a refreshing stupidity.
I greeted them both with a smile and started eating breakfast.
"It's useless. I'll be busy for a while." Cutler said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, Master." I smiled innocently. "It's my honor."
After leaving the mountaintop villa, I had to go back to the court to work as an archival intern.
The director saw me and gave me a complicated smile.
He probably didn't think that there was someone who could survive the deputy commander's hands, and even turn the tables and put the deputy commander in jail.
I greeted sincerely, "Good morning, Director."
Director: "Heh, heh, good morning, Wuyong."
"Director, you look so pale, are you sick?"
"No, no, I just didn't have breakfast."
I immediately took out a three-day-old biscuit and handed it to the director. "Here, director, don't be shy. I ate it when I was locked up in the dark room, and it tasted delicious. I saved it for you."
"...Thank you." The director gritted his teeth and took the biscuit.
"You're welcome, ten bucks." I smiled shyly and held out my hand. "Cash or online?"
Before he could refuse, I revealed the expression of grievance and bullying that only honest people can endure. "You, if you don't want to give it to me, that's fine. I'm just a lowly person after all. Even if you, Director, bully me... No, it's not bullying. I'm just overestimating my own abilities. Director, you don't have to worry about me."
"I'll give it to you!" The director's face turned pale and blue, and he took out the communicator in humiliation.
With a "beep", the hundred yuan was gone.
The director looked confused.
I chuckled, "I accidentally pressed the wrong decimal point. Director, you won't blame me, right? Do you want the money back? Oh, it's only a hundred yuan, but if you're unwilling to let me go, then I won't keep it for myself."
"You take it! I don't want it!" The director couldn't stand it anymore, and walked away quickly with the three-day-old biscuits in his pocket, as if I would catch up with him.
How could that be possible! I already have a hundred bucks, I won't chase after an ugly person.
On the way back to the archives, I smacked my lips.
I originally wanted to give this hundred yuan to Ali, but as soon as the money arrived, I felt that it was money I earned through my own hard work.
The money I earned through my own hard work is mine. I won't give a single cent away; giving it away would cost me my life.
Then I won’t give it to Ali.
Sitting in the archives room, I began my monotonous and tedious work.
As time went by, I occasionally looked up, calculating when Levin would take a picture of me.
The deputy commander's imprisonment was not something Levin could handle. If he had been more perceptive, he would have known that he would be next as soon as the news of the deputy commander's arrest and imprisonment was released yesterday.
But he just didn't have that kind of sensitivity, and he had no idea that Olvera had revealed all his secrets.
He is indeed very smart, but years of comfortable life have made him ignore the surrounding environment and think that class is eternal and unchanging.
Nothing is permanent. Even in Baideng Bay, one must always be vigilant to prevent class slippage.
Isn't the military zone the defense set up by the president? As long as the rebels don't break through, White Light Bay can maintain its pyramid.
I waited in the archives for the whole morning, but I didn't see Levin, but I did see Horry.
Not Officer Horry, Councilman Horry.
Corey Alon is tall, with handsome features, but his temperament is well hidden. He is an excellent politician.
He is simply an alpha male who grew up according to the social gender stereotype, and fits the top power fantasy of all low-level incels.
When I opened the door, I almost thought I was watching an old black-and-white movie from the last century, as if the protagonist would take out a cigarette and squint at the sunset in the next second, and convey some useless life philosophy to the young and ignorant beautiful vase omega.
"It's useless." He said.
I blinked. "Hello, sir. Are you looking for a file? Do you have any documents?"
Corey Alon strode over to my desk and looked down at me.
From this aggressive face, I saw the arrogance that he disdained to hide in his eyes.
"How about we talk?"
Not asking me, but informing me.
You seem to be upset with me. Is it because I "interfered" and interrupted his plan of exchanging marriage for benefits?
Don’t blame me for this. I’m just a low-level calf who was innocently chosen by you. I didn’t know it would turn out like this.
"It's work time, sir." I refused him righteously, showing 100% enthusiasm for work, "and I don't know you."
Corey Alon had no expression on his face. "I'll give you a second chance."
"No matter how many times I've been given the chance, I need to go to work." I looked embarrassed. "I've been absent for too long. If I don't work hard, my salary will be docked. Sir, I also need to save money for rent."
This sentence obviously made the old Deng movie character laugh.
It means to laugh and ridicule openly.
I pretended not to understand why he was laughing, so I also smiled honestly, then lowered my head and started organizing the files.
I have yet to figure out how to deal with Corialon.
Absolutely sophisticated egoists don't care about other people. In order to achieve their goals, they can give up everything, even empathy.
I've met many types of people in the slums, and I'm a sophisticated egoist myself.
Because I am one of them, I know how difficult it is to conquer such a person.
Corey Alon did not leave because of my refusal.
"I can ask the court to kick you out at any time," said Corialon.
"Sir!" I said angrily, "You are wrong!"
He looked at me, his green eyes staring at me coldly.
In the end, I was defeated and followed him slowly.
I know why Corialon came to see me.
After the proposal to increase taxes was passed, Corialon's support rate in Upward City increased by another 7%, and he is very likely to win the next competition for Vice President of the Senate.
But his goal is to get on a jury, so 7% support is far from enough.
Dutalia was kicked out of the jury, and Carter needed to pull someone in from outside. Corialon had to seize the opportunity. Otherwise, if he missed this opportunity, he didn't know when he would have to wait.
You know, the next time the jury's power changes, it will be Cassina's turn. Rather than facing someone with completely different views and positions, it's better to squeeze in before Cutler steps down.
After yesterday's news broke, the people at the top of Ascend City already knew I was working for the leader. Even though Koryalon resented my "interference," he had no choice but to befriend me.
After all, a "lower-class person" cannot serve on a jury, but can enter the Senate.
A senator's seat, for a jury member's seat.
Tsk tsk tsk, what did Korialon pay for? It's like getting something for nothing!
Carter and the people in the organization were originally planning to arrange for me to enter the Senate. How could you, an outsider, take my food and give it to me as charity?
What the hell is this? Go back to acting in movies, you stinky old Deng!
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