"Did you join any party?" After the auction phase, people moved to the backyard of the Grand Theater, where the long table was filled with some cold dishes, and more than a dozen chefs wearing high hats and white clothes stood by the stove to cook dishes for the guests. Dulin held a glass of fruit wine and took a sip when he heard someone asking him this question behind him. He immediately turned around, shrugged after greeting with a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't join any party, although I really want to do this." He smiled with a self-deprecating smile, raised his hand slightly and touched the wine glass with the guy in front of him. He took a sip of the fruit wine. The sweet taste could not conceal the sourness and astringency produced by the fruit during the fermentation process. Even the expensive high-end fruit wine still cannot avoid this problem well. Compared to his snow elf, this wine is simply terrible.

The two of them put down their arms, and Du Lin continued: "As we all know, I am just a farmer, and I cannot represent some people or a certain class, so based on my current situation, I am afraid that the standards will not be met for the time being." This is not Du Lin deliberately said it for the sake of modesty. Whether it is the old party that was slandered and vilified by people or the new party that reformed the policies, the regime has never fallen behind the "noble ones".

People only saw the "New Party" overturning the corrupt feudal imperial dynasty, but they did not see the earliest group of new parties. They were either generals of the army, celebrities with huge reputation in society, some top rich people, emerging capitalists, and even some "enlightened" aristocrats. Therefore, the regime has never flowed from the nobles to the civilians. In a more common way, it means that the regime has just been transferred from the old nobles to the new nobles.

Therefore, the one who essentially ruled this country was still aristocrat. With a farmer-born identity like Dulin, he was not qualified to join any party, and even the new party would not want him.

The visitor lowered his head and smiled. He liked what Dulin said, not because Dulin said it was funny, but because he heard Dulin's clear understanding of his identity.

A farmer is a farmer. Before he is allowed, he cannot become a nobleman even if he has more wealth.

He kicked the turf on the ground and said with a smile: "You are too modest. Modesty is a virtue, but it can also be hypocrisy." As he said that, Dulin stopped his words, Dulin did not speak. After a while, he looked at Dulin and said formally: "If I invite you to join the glorious party of the Holy Empire now, would you like?"

The Glory Party is the name of the old party, because most of the core figures of the old party and the middle and high-level leaders are aristocrats of all sizes in the past, and they believe that the glory of the empire is only in them now, and they are the future of the empire, and this country will ultimately rely on them to control it. However, many civilian classes do not have this idea. In the eyes of ordinary people, these aristocrats are the cancer of the empire, so people "kindly" call the old party members "corrupt corpses" and call the Glory Party "silly". Of course, this is the idea in the minds of most people. When they speak, they will still be called "old party".

Inviting Dulin to join the old party was not a hasty decision. Dulin's private wine business is now doing well. From the fact that he can spend a lot of money to win the favor of the big guys tonight, it can be seen that this guy is not short of money. This just makes up for the gap left after Wood's death, and may even surpass Wood's contribution in "dedication", which is very tempting for the big guys in the city.

Yes, to some extent, the old party was a decayed stone, which blocked the pace of imperial reform. However, within the control of the old party, people did not live in the heat of water. These nobles were actually very good at pleasing the citizens under their rule, which was also the experience and knowledge passed down by the nobles throughout the ages. In the feudal imperial era, if a noble was not good enough to the people in the territory, these people would move secretly. Therefore, if his territory was rich and had strong vitality, the people in the territory should feel the "care" of them from the nobles.

To put it further, it is not the city's power that really affects people's lives, but the emerging capital forces. They control the seller's market through alliance and monopoly to complete the initial accumulation of capital, and control the economic system of a city through "jobs and salary". Then they suck blood from the lambs through oppression and exploitation, which triggers a series of social problems. A very famous social celebrity once asked a question - why the more diligent the working people work, the more poor they become.

This issue has caused a brief social heated discussion, and then people have returned to heavy work and have no other thoughts on how to solve this problem.

The celebrity in society soon disappeared. Some people said he went crazy after raising a problem that he could not even solve, while others said he was silenced.

So are capitalists friends of the ruling people?

Obviously not. The ruling people hope that the currency can be circulated quickly in all links, thus bringing huge tax returns and giving them enough funds to display their political ideas. However, capitalists accumulate a large amount of money through price gouging and exploitation, resulting in the lack of money circulation. If it cannot circulate quickly, it will naturally not be able to generate enough taxes for a long time, but the existence of capitalists is indispensable in this world.

Compared with the new party formulating various rules of the game for capitalists to restrict the development of capitalists, the old party's method is much simpler. Since capitalists rely on exploitation to suck blood and strengthen themselves, then the old party simply becomes the "capitalists" of capitalists. They formulated new class blood-sucking rules and extracted the accumulated wealth of capitalists in the form of "dedication" to use it for the development of cities and to strengthen themselves.

Simple and crude methods are sometimes more executable and implementable than complex operating rules, but the sequelae far exceeds the latter. Capitalists can only recover their blood through exploitation, which becomes a vicious cycle. The harder the work, the poorer the working people will be. The poorer the people will be, the richer the capitalists will be, and the richer the capitalists will be. The old party will cut the capital forces more ruthlessly, forcing capitalists to squeeze the civilian labor force.

For the people in power in Trenel City who implemented the law of brutal class blood-sucking, Dulin has already met the rules of being sucked by them. Then it is inevitable to invite him to join this game of eternal reincarnation.

Du Lin agreed to the visitor's request without thinking for too long. He didn't even know who the visitor was or whose person he was, but it did not prevent him from accepting the "good intention" from the old party.

The visitor was very satisfied with Dulin's reaction. He raised his glass and touched Dulin, raised his glass and slapped it all, "It is a very happy thing to talk to you. Tomorrow you can go to the 'Political Group Administration' in the City Hall to handle party certificates." The power of the Delano Act has not subsided until today, and this is the highest achievement pursued by all politicians and politicians who are full of politics.

They hope to influence and change the world through themselves, and make certain words and views of themselves the norms of the world.

Dulin nodded vigorously, "I understand, I will go tomorrow."

The visitor patted Dulin on the shoulder, nodded and turned away. As he walked four or five steps, he paused slightly, "By the way, you can call me Polo!"

Not long after this mysterious Mr. Polo left, a middle-aged man in a suit and ties appeared in front of him. The middle-aged man had a look that made people look very trustworthy. His thick eyebrows and slightly angular square face always exuded the great power of the halo of trust.

"Hello, Mr. Dulin, I am the chairman of the Workers' Union in Trnele City. O'Levin, I'm very happy to meet you here." He stretched out his hand. Dulin was stunned for a moment and reached out. I have to say that O'Levin's hand was thick, strong and warm. When O'Levin held his hand slightly hard, Dulin couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.

"Hello, Mr. O'Levin, I'll visit you recently even if you don't show up today." O'Levin took back his hand and showed an listening look. Dulin continued: "Actually, the reason is not that complicated. I'm still a member of the Workers' Union to this day. Maybe I have made some money and no longer need to sell my labor to make money, but I don't think this means that I'm no longer a 'worker'."

"So you can notify me of any activities or meetings in the future, and I will definitely attend. Also..." Dulin took out a stacked check from his pocket and put it in O'Levin's hand. "This is my donation to the union to thank the union for its help and assistance to me in the past."
Chapter completed!