"Captain Zhang."
"Or, shall I call you Commander?"
As soon as Zhang Lin arrived at his doorstep, he saw a thin, middle-aged man smiling at him.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Ding Peng. You should have heard of me."
That's right, this thin middle-aged man is Ding Peng.
He acted quickly; he had just finished plotting with everyone last night, and the next day he came directly to find Zhang Lin.
Ding Peng was perfectly sober.
Since ancient times, it has been said that adding flowers to brocade is not as good as providing charcoal in the snow.
Especially the struggle for power and profit.
The benefits of taking sides at different times—before the game is decided and after it is decided—are vastly different.
So he quickly came to find Zhang Lin.
"I've heard of you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Zhang Lin asked in a calm tone.
He knew a bit about the major forces around Hope City, and naturally knew about Ding Peng, and also knew that Ding Peng was Ding Jian's uncle.
Ding Jian said he was killed by Peng Bing, but if Ding Peng really wanted revenge, there was nothing wrong with him going after Zhang Lin.
However, judging from Ding Peng's appearance, Zhang Lin didn't think he was there for revenge.
“I have a nephew who was killed by Peng Bing.” Ding Peng said first, paused, and then continued, “He served in your vanguard army. With his death, your manpower will be depleted, right? So… I have another nephew. If you think he’s good enough, you can keep him under your command.”
When he said the first half of his sentence, Zhang Lin thought he was mistaken; this guy was actually there to avenge his nephew.
But to everyone's surprise, Ding Peng suddenly changed the subject.
Another nephew is being sent over.
Zhang Lin almost strained his back.
"If you're capable, you can become a junior officer under me."
However, he did not refuse.
He welcomes people seeking refuge, but he won't offer them any special treatment.
"That's great!"
Ding Peng smiled and said, "Do you need any more people? I have several nephews. If you need more people, I can send them over to you."
“…No need for that!” Zhang Lin refused.
Ding Peng was not disappointed and said with a smile, "Alright, just tell me when you need people. Not only me, but many others will be willing to work for you."
This was a hint from him.
Zhang Lin understood that Ding Peng meant that many people, like him, wanted to join him.
However, Zhang Lin was too lazy to resort to any tactics of winning people over.
Faced with the beast tide, everyone needs to unite.
At the same time, one's status should be determined by one's abilities.
If you have the ability, you can rise to a higher position; if you don't, you can still be a foot soldier and contribute your share.
Relying on connections to mess things up can easily lead to disaster.
As for whether not winning them over would lead them to side with Peng Bing... Zhang Lin wasn't worried about that at all.
If someone doesn't value their own life, what can you do?
Ding Peng's smile also faded slightly.
What does that mean?
If you don't offer any benefits, who would be willing to work for you?
But before Ding Peng could say a few words of advice to Zhang Lin, Zhang Lin said, "I'll bring your nephew over later," and then turned around and went home.
They didn't even invite him to their home to cook.
Ding Peng has roamed the world for many years, experiencing all sorts of human relationships and worldly wisdom.
But today, he was truly stunned.
Watching Zhang Lin's retreating figure, he really wanted to call out to Zhang Lin and ask, "No, I've come to rely on you, can't you give me some face?"
After standing there for a while, Ding Peng finally came to his senses.
"No, did I choose the wrong target?"
He gave a wry smile.
According to his understanding, if someone were to seek refuge with him, especially if they were the first to do so, he would definitely have to "spend a fortune to buy a horse's bones," and no matter what, he would have to give the first person to seek refuge with him some benefits.
Only in this way can more people be attracted to join them.
Or rather, most people would do that.
But who's like Zhang Lin...?
"Is it arrogance or sheer strength that gives her such confidence?"
Ding Peng stood on the street, surrounded by people coming and going, while he stroked his chin in deep thought.
This is a very important question.
If Zhang Lin is arrogant and conceited, then his joining their ranks would truly mean "a bleak future."
But if Zhang Lin is strong and has confidence.
So……
He wouldn't mind being even more humble.
Licking while standing is unacceptable, kneeling down to lick is also acceptable.
But whether Zhang Lin is simply arrogant or truly capable and confident, he's still a bit unsure...
...
Unlike Ding Peng, who was neglected by Zhang Lin.
When Liu Guorong sought out Peng Bing, he received a very warm welcome.
Peng Bing is now thinking about killing Zhang Lin.
The hatred stemming from Peng Yong's murder is one aspect.
On the other hand, he also hoped that the city would try to take over the position of leader.
I had originally planned to bring my son out.
Because Peng Yong is young, and he has had a miraculous encounter in this life.
The city lord likes to cultivate such talents the most.
But Peng Yong was killed.
Peng Bing had no choice but to go himself.
He is old and has little potential, so it is impossible for him to be trained by the city lord.
However, Peng Bing did not believe he had no hope.
He believed that his faction was one of the more powerful ones near Hope City, with considerable experience and strength. If he could win over more faction leaders to support him…
With the city lord unwilling to become the alliance leader, Peng Bing believed he had a high chance of winning.
Even if your city lord wants to cultivate Zhang Lin.
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