"Where is Graf?" Mr. Krien was sweating all the time, and trucks of goods were waiting for transport. However, the main force of the porter, Graf, who could withstand five people, successfully disappeared again, which made Mr. Graf angry. Railways and steam locomotives were not public property owned by the empire, but were laid and built by the consortiums according to their needs. In other words, the station was a company, and Mr. Krien was the boss of this company.

History has proven its correctness that all capitalists are not good people. The friendly nature of capitalists to workers is nothing more than a performance, and their purpose is to hope that workers can withstand more exploitation. In the eyes of these capitalists, each worker has an accurate number to represent the role they assume in the production of physical strength and the value they can be exploited.

Graff was not a good worker, but he was a good object of exploitation, so despite his many minor problems, Mr. Crien would not make things too difficult for him. The value he created far more troubles and losses than his problems brought about.

But all this has a premise, and Graff needs to be exploited by him. If it cannot be established under such a prerequisite, Graff has no value at all.

"Where did anyone see that guy go?" Mr. Crien roared open the collar and roared. The previous station had informed him that an hour later, a steam locomotive would come here for transportation, and a large amount of things needed to be unloaded and loaded. The high physical strength work had already made several workers tired, and Graff was not around, so the efficiency was more than ten percent lower.

He roared and searched everywhere in the station, but unfortunately, he could not find Graff. So in the face of the search, Mr. Crien shouted in front of many people that he would punish Graff according to the contents of the contract.

It's nothing more than a deduction of salary and a possible fine.

Timely work is often more stringent in terms of the content of the contract, just to restrain workers and prevent them from being lazy or absent from working.

Obviously, Graff had already violated the contract.

But did Graff mind?

He doesn't mind!

Compared to making cattle and horses at the station, it is obvious that privately selling high-quality fruit wine can make more money, faster and more money.

"We can't fight alone. We need a mature team to help us do these things." Dulin said earnestly while teaching Graf's thoughts: "After all, our business is not legal. We need to pretend and protect our retreat when exposed and our ability to cope with risks."

During these two days, Dulin was thinking about how to make this career bigger and stronger almost every moment. After experiencing the failure of entrepreneurship, he became more careful and had a deeper understanding of everything he experienced in his dreams.

If a person wants to be developed and successful, it is absolutely impossible to succeed by relying on himself alone. At any time, any society and competitiveness are huge. In this environment, only by gathering more vested interests can one protect his core interests. Just like washing a car, if there were people like Graf around him at that time, and there were three or five, would that guy named Mad Dog Weisen dare to deal with him?

He dared not!

It is precisely because of this kind of thing that affects his own personal interests that Du Lin has also had a clearer direction for his future development direction.

"The trading company I registered can import some low-alcohol wine as a cover, and low-alcohol wine is also very marketable. If we can find a way to purify low-alcohol wine, this is also a huge source of wealth. At the same time, we also need people, about ten to twenty people, and we must have the motivation and courage to pursue our dreams. Perhaps we will not be able to face the challenges of some people in the future."

After hearing this, Graf immediately straightened his chest and his chest, and he was more pounding his chest muscles than women, "Who is it? Is it that going to attack us?"

Du Lin felt a headache, who was it? Of course, it was the high-level wine dealers and wineries whose interests were destroyed. It was like a wooden barrel full of water. If an iron ball was thrown into it, some water would inevitably overflow. When a high-level fruit wine that had never appeared opened up the market and won the favor of those drinkers, they also made them give up their previous choices. This was equivalent to snatching their share from others. This was not a legitimate business. Since this idea, Du Lin had already realized that this was a side door and a shameful business.

Shame-ridden businesses, like those that can see light, have cruel market competition. Ordinary businesses can complete the market rules of eliminating inferior products through commercial means. So how can these shame-ridden businesses complete market competition and compete for the winners?

It is nothing more than force, and there are all kinds of disgraceful and shameful means.

Since you have ruined someone else's job, don't think that others are happy to say things to you, and in the end you have to speak with your fists.

After explaining for a long time, Graf slapped his forehead and let out a pia, with disgust on his face, "Wouldn't you just say you want to establish a gang?"

Establish…gangs?

Dulin fell silent. When he left the country, Mr. Ksma hoped that he could become a useful person for society, his mother hoped that he could become a successful person, and his brothers and sisters hoped that he could become a role model.

But no one ever hoped that he would become a gang member, and he was also a gang leader.

When did my great dream of getting rich be twisted into a nonsense that goes against my original wishes to establish a gang?

Dulin glanced at Graff and considered the physical gap between the two sides. Maybe it was God's will?!

Dulin didn't speak, but Graf was excited instead. He even laughed out loud, "I have long wanted to build a gang belonging to the Guartes. We Guartes are all brave warriors..." When he said this, Graf looked at him with the look that Dulin had just looked at him, "Of course there are some..., haha! Once our gang is established, those damn Ogding people will not dare to bully us anymore. This is a good idea, I support you!"

As a minority race in the Star Empire, the living environment of the Guartes was not very good. The official recruited a large number of Guartes in the war in an attitude of consuming minorities, causing a large number of young and middle-aged people in the Guartes to be killed or injured. In the absence of enough young and strong, Guartes also became a vulnerable race and were often bullied by the Ogdings. In the city of Tnell, most gangs are composed of Ogdings, such as the mad dog Weisen, who is a typical Ogdings.
Chapter completed!