Chapter 1261: Ultimately, It Must Be Repaid

After nine o'clock in the morning, Leonardo climbed out of his lover's bed. He pushed away the big white leg that was pressing on him and turned over to get up.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and cursed a dirty word.

It was already past nine o'clock, and no one had called him to get up. So, was he going to eat breakfast now?

If he ate, he wouldn't be able to eat until after ten o'clock. So, would he eat lunch?

If he didn't eat, he wouldn't be able to read the newspaper at all today.

Habit is a very terrifying power. This power can make people produce a physiological change.

Will, the power of the spirit, ultimately changes matter itself. This is also one of the mysteries that many scientists want to peel away.

It's like some people only have the urge to poop when they hold a newspaper in their hand.

If there is no newspaper, they won't poop for two or three days.

Even if they finally can't help but want to poop, they must find a newspaper to successfully poop.

Leonardo was like this. He could only calm down to read the newspaper when he was eating breakfast.

As an old-school gang family godfather like him, he hadn't received any higher education.

When he was only ten-something years old, while others were preparing for high school and college, he had already tucked a gun and started fighting for the family.

Well, maybe he stood in a relatively rear and very safe place and fired a few shots, which counted as fighting for the family, but at least he was in the battle, rather than hiding in some other place.

This made him not receive the edification of higher education, so whether he read books or newspapers, he was very impatient, except for breakfast time.

Eating while thinking about having something in his hand, being able to eat and read at the same time, consumed his breakfast time.

Reading the newspaper while eating breakfast every morning had become his life habit.

He turned and glanced at the girl lying on the other side of the bed, whose age was about the same as his eldest granddaughter. He pushed her hard. "Go get something to eat."

The girl was shaken awake and was a bit unhappy. She raised her hands and complained, "There are ham and bread in the refrigerator. You can completely make some yourself!"

Leonardo glared at her. "Get up from that fucking bed, and then go to the fucking kitchen and make me a fucking breakfast. Don't force me to say it again!"

The girl stared at him for a while, raised her hands a bit manicly, but soon put them down again. "You really should go to a nursing home, instead of lying here!"

In the end, she still obediently went to make breakfast. After all, Leonardo would pay for everything she needed, whether it was money or other things. As long as it was what she wanted, and not excessive, Leonardo would pay her.

As for sleeping with an old man, she didn't think there was anything shameful about it.

After all, this is Sumuli, and the whole country is shrouded in the shadows of politician families and the four major families. Even if she didn't sleep with Leonardo, she would very likely sleep with other old men.

Since it's all sleeping with men, why not choose one who is the most powerful? At least in the part outside of sleeping, she can get everything she wants.

Wealth, status, anything.

And, sleeping with Leonardo is not a very suffering thing.

This old thing might be relatively fierce in his "work" and is a boss of a family, but in sex, he is still relatively... gentle.

For the sake of money, she endured it.

She was naked on her upper body, wearing only a very short pair of briefs, got up and pulled open the curtains.

The sunlight outside shone in. The wind and sunlight outside made a layer of goosebumps appear on the surface of her body.

Leonardo frowned at her, watching her as if she had melted into the sunlight like this, until he also started to adapt to this intense sunlight, and everything returned to normal.

"It's a nice day today!", the girl said to him, and then walked barefoot downstairs.

The ground was covered with expensive carpets. Even in winter, stepping on them barefoot wouldn't make one feel cold. This is one of the benefits of having money; life is enjoyment everywhere.

Watching the girl's briefs that one had to pry open the buttocks to find, Leonardo narrowed his eyes.

A young body could always make him briefly regain vitality. This girl wasn't special; what he was obsessed with was the smell of youth on her.

Not long after, Leonardo heard the girl shouting to him downstairs, "I've prepared the food. Should I send it up, or are you coming down?"

Leonardo had already changed into casual clothes. He shouted upstairs, "Put the things on the dining table, and my newspaper, I'll be down immediately."

Not long after, he came to the dining room. The girl was already jumping to the aerobics on the TV in the living room.

As long as Leonardo wasn't here, she wouldn't miss this aerobics every day.

She was very willing to spend on herself, whether it was spending money on herself or "torturing" herself. She knew very clearly that these were things that could increase her value and make Leonardo always miss her.

Watching the girl jumping aerobics with rhythm, Leonardo pursed his lips. He had always felt that these things from the Federation were all scams.

If jumping aerobics could make a person become a slim person, then there wouldn't be fat women in this world.

He came to the dining table and sat down, cutting the prepared sandwich with a knife.

A very ordinary breakfast, two slices of bread that had been slightly toasted, then spread with butter, put seven or eight slices of raw ham, and then some vegetable leaves and a slice of tomato, and then put together. This was his breakfast.

He used a table knife to divide the sandwich, cut it into several pieces, and then picked up one of them and stuffed it into his mouth. This was also his habit.

At the same time, he looked at the newspaper this morning, "Morning News." This newspaper was the largest in Sumuli, and also the most official and authoritative newspaper, equivalent to the Federation's "Federal Daily" and "Federal Post."

The content on the front page headline of this newspaper made Leonardo couldn't help but frown. Civil strife had already appeared in the east of Sumuli.

Speaking of which, it's very ridiculous. The entire Alliance of Victors had become prosperous because of this war. Even though Slader was beaten into a mess, they also gained huge benefits in the war.

A large amount of surplus population was consumed, war reparations, at least twenty or thirty years of border without friction, and some capital and economic plunder brought by opening the market to Dantela.

No matter who it was, as long as they stood on the side of the victor camp, they all gained huge benefits from it.

Sumuli actually also gained huge war dividends, but most of these war dividends were directly divided by the ruling class, and only a very small number of war dividends entered the hands of ordinary people.

Plus the casualties of the war and a series of subsequent things that couldn't be compromised, the war was won, people died, but people were getting poorer and poorer, and they couldn't live their lives.

A group of retired soldiers who had never resisted and had never thought of resisting used the things they learned on the battlefield in reality.

The first to become chaotic was the east. The east was very close to the west of Slader, about two or three hundred kilometers across the strait, and one could enter Slader's territory.

Quite a few people were dragging their families and planning to cross the border to Slader to find a living. The days in Sumuli couldn't be lived anymore.

Before this, the Sumuli government encouraged everyone to immigrate to the outside to find soil for survival, and often provided policy support for families willing to immigrate, such as communicating at the diplomatic level with the government of the place where they planned to immigrate.

But for illegal departure, the Sumuli government didn't support it very much, and a large batch of young men were consumed on Sumuli Island during the war. For the ruling class and capitalists, there was now a vacancy in male labor.

Among these people who were preparing to smuggle to other countries, there were quite a few men, so the Sumuli government rejected their request to leave Sumuli and required them to return to their work posts on the island, continuing to shine and heat for the ruling class.

This obviously didn't meet the ideas of these people who had already bred the idea of leaving Sumuli Island in their hearts, so both sides broke out in intense conflict, and people died.

Originally, things to this step could still be considered to have room for recovery. As long as the ruling class went to appease the emotions of these people, and then appropriately let some of them leave, maybe this matter would be gone.

But some officials thought that the practices of these people were a provocation to the ruling class, so they sent soldiers to suppress these rioters, the situation gradually escalated, and more areas and people were involved.

Now the far east had entered a state of anarchy. Those rioters finished off some big capitalists in the local area, some local ruling class, and obtained a large amount of wealth and weapons from their hands.

These people who had no way back became full of aggression, and they started trying to expand around.

Now it was only the early-to-mid stage of the riot. These people didn't have the power to overturn the rule. Of course, the Sumuli government and the four major families didn't think they had such means.

The front page headline today said that the scope of these riots had pushed westward again, and another city had started to become chaotic. The writer of the news thought that if the Sumuli government couldn't end this farce as soon as possible, it was very likely to trigger an unprecedented huge riot.

Sumuli would also become a joke internationally—although it was already a joke now.

All victorious countries had gained huge development, only Sumuli, actually had civil strife, they had become the recent international hot spot!

"Decadent bureaucratic system!", Leonardo commented after reading this report, although he himself could be counted as a part of this bureaucratic system.

He had no interest in suppressing this turmoil, and the four major families all held the same thoughts.

Those big families of the ruling class were a bit unable to spare their hands. They gained the biggest benefits in the war, and now asking them to spit it out, even if they spit out half, they wouldn't be willing.

They were also shirking responsibility to each other. Anyway, the turmoil was only in the far east, only a small piece of land had fallen into chaos, and it couldn't affect the situation of the entire country.

Everyone thought that they only needed to move their hands to solve this riot. The reason why they hadn't made a move until now was who would take the lead, and not wanting to spit out the benefits they had eaten into their stomachs.

Everyone was waiting, seeing who couldn't hold back first.

Whoever couldn't hold back first was destined to lose the most.

Leonardo also had the same thoughts. He felt that the writer of this news exaggerated the threat of these rioters a bit. Soon he looked at the second page and picked up another sandwich to eat.

A breakfast, a sandwich, eaten for twenty minutes.

In these twenty minutes, it was mainly reading the newspaper, and eating became secondary.

When he saw the last page, he also happened to swallow the last bite of the sandwich. At this time, drinking a cup of local coffee, the mellow oil fragrance surged up after the bitterness, drawing a perfect end to today's breakfast!

He stood up, walked into the cloakroom, and started changing clothes.

The girl who was jumping aerobics looked back at him. "Are you coming back tonight?"

Leonardo said while shaking his head while changing clothes, "No, let you off this time. I'll come over next month. I have other things to do during this time."

The girl stopped. She turned around and came outside the cloakroom with her hands on her hips. "My money is spent."

Leonardo's hand that was putting on clothes paused. "Didn't I just give you two thousand dollars?"

The girl pinched her hips and shrugged. "Come on, although you gave me two thousand dollars, I have many places where I need to spend money, for example, I have three aerobics classes every week..."

She immediately started calculating accounts for Leonardo.

The magic of calculating accounts is that no matter whether the person calculating accounts has the corresponding knowledge of an accountant, this person can very cleverly make the accounts look the way she wants them to look.

Not to mention two thousand dollars, even three thousand dollars, five thousand dollars, at this moment, the girl could very reasonably organize it.

These consumptions were very fragmented, and Leonardo didn't like to listen to these. He got a headache when he heard them. He shook his head. "Alright, stop talking...", he said, pulling out a stack of money from his wallet, just about to count some out, when it was snatched away by the girl.

"Thanks!"

Looking at the smile on the girl's face, Leonardo sighed.

He had a lot of money, but recently he was very poor, because the route for alcohol from the Federation was broken.

After this route was broken, it was very difficult to have the feeling of transporting gold home with a dustpan every day, and during this time he also made some investments. ===== CHAPTER 1262 =====