Chapter 904

Suddenly, at this moment, Pedro had a lot of words he wanted to say to Lan Si, and even wanted to punch him on the chin!

He felt his hair stand on end, extreme fear dominated his body; he was trembling, shivering!

Once he thought of such a terrible picture, he couldn't help but want to escape!

It wasn't that he was too weak, but that such a picture was too terrible!

Actually... many people don't have an accurate understanding of hunger; many people think hunger just makes people hungry.

But in reality, hunger can change a person's soul!

Under hunger, people can do many incredible things; people's morality, ethics, and all the constraints imposed on people after birth will be untied by hunger.

It is like a key, which will eventually open one Pandora's box after another hidden.

No one knows whether what is released inside is an angel or a devil.

Perhaps there are a bit more devils; when people submit to desire and nature, they are devils!

I don't know who bumped into him behind his back; he came back to his senses in a shiver, looked around at everything, then clenched his food bag, squeezed through the crowd, and ran towards the nearest grocery store.

He had seen the grocery store owner before he left here last week, and the latter told him that someone came to buy grain.

At that time, he hadn't associated it with too many complicated things, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that everything might have been arranged long ago.

The script wasn't written now, but written long ago, and everyone of them was just a part of this script.

It's just that some people play the background, and some people play the protagonist.

His brain is very messy now, thinking about all kinds of messy things.

The grocery store's gate was open, and the owner was standing behind the counter.

"Give me some grain!", he walked to the counter and placed his grain pocket on the counter.

There were some other people in the grocery store; they all looked towards this side intentionally or unintentionally.

The grocery store owner shook his head and said, supporting himself on the counter with both hands, "Sorry, sold out, but I have already contacted the grain depot, let them ship more grain over next week."

Pedro stared at the grocery store owner's eyes; the two looked at each other for a while, and the grocery store owner took the initiative to move his gaze away.

They knew each other, and had been getting along for quite a few years; as a high school teacher with a significantly higher social status than others on this street, Pedro still had some status in the hearts of the neighbors.

Being looked at by Pedro to the point of being unable to bear it, the grocery store owner shook his head slightly and said softly, "I don't have any at all."

He actually had some, but he didn't want to sell, because there really wasn't much, just twenty or thirty pounds of wheat kernels, and twenty or so pounds of flour.

The grocery store only had him and his wife taking care of it; his children lived in other places; this food was enough for them to eat for a month.

It's just that he was very worried about whether his children had food, so he didn't plan to sell the rest either.

Pedro looked at him twice, then looked at the grain bag on the counter; he couldn't help but curse "Fuck," then picked up the food bag and ran out.

In the process of running out, he saw four or five somewhat nervous young men enter the grocery store.

When passing by them, one young man was so nervous that he was sweating!

This is winter, a temperature of ten-plus degrees, sweating!

But now it's not his turn to meddle in other people's business; he has to get some food back.

After coming out of the grocery store, the street was full of crowds running around; the shooting and robbery gave everyone here a bad start.

He saw a few people in the distance at the street corner snatching another person's food bag; a guy was still constantly kicking that person's head.

There are only two hundred or so police in the city, but they have to manage a city of two hundred thousand people; they simply can't take care of it!

Pedro looked twice and took back his gaze, turned and ran towards the distance; he hadn't run for long when he heard the grocery store behind him, and the owner's cry for help came!

He braked his footsteps, inexplicably having some tinnitus, and even felt some dizziness.

His blood pressure rose, but he didn't know it himself; he stood there looking back at the entrance of the grocery store, and the appearance inside seemed to have been outlined in his mind.

"Help!"

"Who can help me... ah, help me!"

Someone walked towards this side, but they all stood at the entrance of the grocery store and didn't go in.

Just a few seconds later, the grocery store owner suddenly rushed out!

He was covered in blood; what could be seen was that there were constantly opening wounds in his black hair, and even wounds that were turned over, still gushing blood.

There were also wounds on his arms and body, also bleeding.

He looked at the people outside in horror; he didn't understand why he shouted for help, but no one saved him!

Because he ran too flustered, he fell down and landed on the ground with a bang.

Immediately after, his body began to move slowly into the grocery store; he crawled on the ground with both hands in horror, wanting to escape!

Bloody handprints were left on the ground; I don't know if they were dyed by the blood on his body, or left after his fingers were worn out on the ground.

Seeming to realize that he couldn't get rid of the situation inside, he turned his body to struggle face up, his body shaking violently; was he kicking his legs?

But soon he gave up resistance in the painful cry for help, and from the expressions of those onlookers outside the door, it could be seen that he was suffering torture, and then was dragged in.

That guy who always gave people a sense of toughness soon couldn't even shout for help.

It was only about twenty seconds, and there was no sound at all.

After two minutes, several young men rushed out from inside with three bulging grain bags; they waved the knives in their hands, and the onlookers at the door immediately dispersed some distance.

Then they disappeared on the street.

This was clearly a scene that should be angry, but what did Pedro hear?

"Deserved it; I knew he hid food; he actually wanted to swallow it alone; now it's good!"

"Greedy people won't have a good end!"

They seemed to be blaming a person who had no fault, but what was outrageous was that Pedro even felt... a little bit correct!

The remaining people suddenly rushed into the grocery store; he could imagine what these people were doing.

Although it was not grain, at least it could bring them some comfort.

Everything is collapsing, and the speed of collapse will be very fast.

The poorer the place, the more imperfect the food reserve; he could no longer imagine what would happen.

Pedro, who witnessed the whole thing, shivered again at this time; he cursed, turned and ran towards the school; he was worried that it would affect the school and hurt those students.

The situation in the school was still okay, because children from middle-class families in the city gathered here; considering the safety of the school.

The students' parents paid to hire four security guards to ensure the safety of the school; at this time, these security guards played a certain role.

Pedro greeted the security guards and entered the school; looking at the normal order in the school, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There is a canteen in the school; he was worried that someone would attack the school, but it seemed they didn't want to provoke the middle class in this city.

But the problem is, where should he and his family's food come from?

The food reserve of the whole city was consumed in an instant, and more was hidden by some people.

People who lost their minds in anger, people running around in horror, and those speculators, conspirators, and careerists who showed smiles in the face of the chaotic situation...

This quiet city is falling!

About to fall into hell!

In Zhuo Lan, the problem of food shortage has not affected here yet; in order to avoid triggering some unnecessary trouble in advance, the food supply in Zhuo Lan is still very sufficient.

"What's wrong?"

Diego looked at an official on the side; the phone just rang; he was talking to Lan Si and the others about some cooperation matters, so it was the official who went to borrow it.

Diego is not a good person to get along with; he is relatively normal in front of Lan Si and the others, not because he is a normal person, but because he can't handle these foreigners.

If he could handle these foreigners, Lan Si wouldn't be sitting not far from him now, but should be locked in the basement by him, accepting torture, and then saying his bank account and vouchers.

Thinking of Diego's attitude towards his own people when he gets angry, the official immediately squeezed some smiles on his face, "Nothing, the food in some cities might be a bit short; they are very worried about whether problems will occur."

When Diego heard this question, he frowned, "There is so much food in the wild; can't they find food themselves?"

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to this official who brought him bad news, but looked at Lan Si, "A very reasonable plan."

"It seems the federal government indeed has its unique features in managing the country!"

He said, standing up holding the armrest; the movement looked very ridiculous, but no one laughed at him.

"Let's eat first!"

"It's not early anymore; I'm a bit hungry; let's talk about the rest after we finish eating."

Lan Si brought two things; the first is to increase investment, build more factories, and hire more workers.

Ore, rubber, precious metals, wood, fur, anything that can make money, he wants!

He gave Diego fifteen percent of the shares; he doesn't have to do anything, and can earn a large sum of money every year!

Diego was very satisfied with this, because this money is for himself, not for the federal government or other members of the ruling group.

Secondly, he brought Diego a tax collection plan.

Monthly income exceeding one thousand Para, which is thirteen federal Sol at the current exchange rate, needs to pay taxes.

The tax rate starts directly from twenty percent; the higher the salary, the higher the tax rate.

As for how to calculate?

Actually, it's very simple; high-income people are all in Lan Si's factories; Lan Si can directly transfer this part of the tax to the account designated by the La Pa National Bank.

This way, even if Diego and others do nothing, they can have tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of federal Sol in tax revenue every month.

How could he not be happy?

So he wants to use a grand banquet to express his "gratitude" to Lan Si and the federal people!

Diego held the golden wine glass and stood with Lan Si, raising his glass with a glowing face, "Lan Si, you are the best friend of the La Pa people!"

The reporters on the side frantically took pictures of this historic moment!

(End of chapter)