Chapter-179: the difference between hungry people and an angry mob
Jordan Clara: ...Speechless… (This gloating suggestion is damn tempting.) She thought in her heart.
There are female soldiers patrolling around the inn and guards guarding the door. The defense is layered and airtight. There was a notice hanging high at the gate saying that the boss had something to do and needed to take a few days off.
As a result, ordinary people dare not approach, while those who are interested hide in the dark and watch. Wendy Lark changed his attire again. She was no longer the young master of an ordinary wealthy family.
Instead, she was dressed in brocade clothes, a bright red cloak, and a jade crown on her head, looking like a romantic nobleman. "Guard Simon, you take your men to guard the inn and protect our goods. I will take a few people to explore the trade."
"This is not safe." Guard Simon was very worried. Wendy Lark was good in everything except that she was powerless. Wendy Lark waved her hand and said, "I know my limits."
Guard Simon couldn't convince her, so he could only make a suggestion, "How about you sneak out through the back door?"
"Someone is watching the back door too." Wendy Lark was very calm. The front and back doors were both under surveillance, so what? She left in a car from the main gate in a dignified manner and as she expected, several shadowy figures followed her.
She seemed to be driving around aimlessly, pausing for a while in front of every store, but she didn't get out of the car. The people following behind were confused. What was going on? Wendy Lark walked and stopped, observing the city of Garland.
Logically speaking, the trade fair was built here and merchants from all over the country came here, so it should be very lively. But it wasn't as lively as I had imagined. There are many inns, flower houses and restaurants.
But the commercial street is not prosperous, and even a little lonely. Is this normal? The people were dressed in tattered clothes, looked pale and thin, and had no food to eat. "Let's go."
Suddenly, the carriage was stopped by a group of people. "Please be kind and give us some food."
"Please, we haven't eaten for days and we are starving to death." Wendy Lark looked out the window and saw that everyone was so hungry that their bones were just skin and bones, looking scary like skeletons.
They were too excited and unnatural. There were so many people that it seemed like they could overturn the carriage at any minute. Jerry Lark nervously protected his sister and instinctively sensed the danger.
The wind was very strong. Wendy Lark covered her mouth and nose, opened the window and stuck her head out. Seeing this, the hungry people all rushed over and begged frantically, as if she was their only hope of survival. In this case, can I refuse?
Before Wendy Lark could say anything, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, "You see, this kind of rich and unkind people won't give alms to the poor at all. They just want us to starve to death. Let's fight them..."
There is a fine line between the hungry people and the mob. When they are starving to death, they will disregard everything and do anything. Wendy Lark narrowed her eyes and said in a brisk voice.
"Everyone follow me, we are going to eat meat, big fish and big meat, let's go, go, go." Are they trying to kill her with the help of the hungry people? Okay, let's do something together. All the hungry people's eyes lit up, they cheered and followed her carriage.
Several people hidden in the crowd looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Along the way, Wendy Lark kept calling on passersby to follow, "Free wine and meat for you to enjoy, and for all the people in the city to enjoy."
The people were so happy that they followed suit, and more and more people gathered. Wendy Lark took the people to a restaurant and said, "Waiter, prepare a good banquet for me. I want to treat the people of Garland to a meal."
The waiter's face turned green, he was full of disgust. How could they do business if such a dirty group of people came in? He flatly refused and said something very unpleasant. "If you beggars don't leave, I will have the government arrest you."
Wendy Lark was immediately annoyed. "You speak as if the government obeys your orders. Who do you think you are?" The waiter held his head high, very proud, "Our restaurant is owned by the Jordan family and the government office is owned by the Jordan family."
Wendy Lark immediately shouted, "Did you hear that? All the businesses in Garland City belong to the Jordan family. The Jordan family has made a lot of money, and their warehouses are full of silver.
They sleep on the silver mountain at night, eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks every day, and throw away chickens after eating them. They just don't give any food to the people who are starving to death in the city! Because… They don't deserve it!"
The last two sentences emphasize the tone and carry a strong sense of anger. This really made the hungry people angry, and the aroma of food wafting from the restaurant further stimulated their fragile nerves.
The voice suddenly became anxious, "Don't talk nonsense. The Jordan family distributes porridge at the beginning of every month. Who among the people in this city hasn't drunk it? They are living gods..."
Wendy Lark nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes, a living god who eats the blood and sweat of the people." This is absolutely amazing. The female soldiers who followed Wendy Lark out were stunned. This wouldn't do. This fire couldn't burn on the Jordan family.
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