Dulin's words shocked the young people in the church, and he did not lie.

People always tell themselves, fathers, relatives, neighbors, friends, that they all say the same thing, don't do stupid things, it will get better. But is life getting better? Look around, even the street lights will be turned off at night, and they don't even have the courage to go out, because if they are still swaying on the street after 10 o'clock here, they may be regarded as homeless vagabonds by the patrol officers, beaten up and sent to District 6 or District 7 to work as coolies. There is probably no hope of coming back in this life.

Educational resources, medical resources, employment resources, these seemingly beautiful words have nothing to do with them because they live in the fifth district because they are poor. They do not do stupid things as everyone hopes, work honestly and carefully, but have their lives improved?

Dulin's words were not as exciting as Carter said, but what he said was like a loud bell, echoing in everyone's heart, which shocked those who wanted to pretend to be asleep had to open their eyes to face this cruel world.

Changing life is not a simple thing. It requires a lot of courage, and it may even bleed and die. Do you give up the hope of changing life because of these possibilities?

Dulin took out another cigarette and lit it. Behind the smoke, he asked in a tone that seemed to be talking to himself: "If you don't fight, how do you know what will happen after you fight?"

Three days later, a cargo ship slowly left the port from the port, most of which were full boxes of wine, as well as dozens of pistols and several rifles that Dulin had brought from various channels. Not only were there members of the Association of the People's Republic of China, but also Dufo, and Dulin himself.

In his words, the first time delivery requires more than just putting things into the hands of others and telling them how to use weapons to fight for territory, but also establishing a direct relationship. If Carter or someone else completes this relationship on his behalf, he may be undermined in the future. Dulin never simply speculates people's hearts with kindness. He always labels everyone with the greatest malice, and then tear off the label little by little... Maybe some people can't.

Dufo's face was a little green. The last time he came to Ilian on a sea boat, he almost lay down. The sailing in the sea gave him an inexplicable awe and fear. He held the armrest of the ship tightly and kept smoking cigarettes. The further away from Ilian, the more force he used to hold the guards, and even the tension of the blue veins could be seen.

Dulin patted his shoulder, and the hull kept bumping, and some waves flew up, covering his face, feeling that the whole world was refreshed.

"I know there is a way to avoid seasickness, but I don't know if it's true." Dulin remembered many folk remedies for seasickness in the world in his dream. He picked one that can be done here and said it. "I heard that crushing the orange peel into the belly button and then applying tape can effectively alleviate the dizziness caused by seasickness."

The next second, Dufo rushed into the cabin with his mouth covered his mouth. Although it was not the era of backward technology more than a hundred years ago, most sea boats would retain some fresh fruit trees, such as orange trees. On the one hand, it was to meet the needs of different classes for food diversity, and on the other hand, it was a bit worthwhile to use an ice warehouse for some fruits.

Dulin shrugged, glanced at the beach that had completely disappeared from the sea level, and turned around and walked back to the cabin. He needed a good rest. In three days, they would dock at the first place, a seaside city called Wesley. All cities near the seaside will not be too backward. Although some small villages still live a poor life by the sea, there are absolutely no poor and backward cities.

Whether it is sea transportation or marine resources, it is enough for the seaside cities to have enough economic pillars to support the development of the city. Wesley is such a seaside city.

Wesley has more than three million permanent residents, and the city is mainly fishing and light industry. They mainly make canned fish caught in the sea and sell them to other cities. Although the canned food may not be satisfactory, many middle and lower-class citizens of society still like these things very much - cheap, and meat.

They don’t know what amino acids are, nor do they know why humans need to supplement amino acids, but they know that they don’t have the energy to work without eating meat. Compared to beef that costs tens of a pound, this kind of canned food that can be bought for six for one dollar is their favorite thing.

There were also Guartes in this city. After the empire destroyed the Guarte Kingdom, in order not to let the Guartes who brought them great casualties, they broke up all Guartes and distributed them to various cities. In Willis, Guartes mainly engaged in canning assembly work with high labor repetition and heavy work, and as sailors on some fishing boats.

That night, this city with few tourists had fallen into a deep sleep. In addition to the occasional dogs who woke up from the middle of the night, there was only the sound of waves on the pier. At this time, on the edge of the most remote berth, more than a dozen people stood in the cold wind smoking. They were wearing some grayish-white clothes that had been washed, and even repaired seals, wearing an old round hat, trembling slightly.

The sea breeze at night was not so comfortable. The leader was walking back and forth anxiously. Just when someone was wondering if the compatriots who contacted them would make a mistake, a black shadow suddenly appeared on the sea.

The middle-aged man, who was called "Budy" by these Gualtes, took off the cigarette butt on the pallet and stomped on it. He picked up an oil lamp from the ground and lit it, and according to the agreed content, he issued a "three long and two short" signal. Soon the black shadow on the opposite side also responded to a "three short and two long" signal, which was his own person.

Amid the rustling waves, the boat quickly approached the dock. A guy wearing a luxurious wool windbreaker and a hat must have been very beautiful, stepped onto the pallet in the moonlight. He shook hands with Buddy, his voice a little young, "I'm glad to see you, I'm Dulin!"

Buddy shook hands with Dulin and took them back. He was worried that the calluses on his hands would hurt the young man. After staying in the city for a lifetime, his palms had been covered with wounds and calluses by the sea fish and work. The edges of the wounds and calluses were as sharp as a knife. He glanced at the things filled on the boat and said "help them", and the people behind him immediately began to help others move the things they put on to the pallet.

Neither of them spoke, and soon someone came over with a cart. They quickly packed the things and drove them here together.

It has to be said that although Buddy is the most prestigious among the Gualtes living in Willis, he is not rich. He is only in his forties, and his wrinkles on his face are already deeply trapped like an axe, and he is very old and haggard. They came to a basement not far from the dock, which is Buddy's home, a damp basement. Fortunately, the area of ​​this basement is not small, and perhaps the only one that can prove Buddy's identity is the area of ​​this basement.

"The conditions are simple, I feel ashamed!" He brought two glasses of water and placed them on the table, looking a little ashamed.

Dulin didn't care, and he laughed loudly, "Look, this is exactly what I'm here for, two hundred boxes of wine, ten pistols and enough bullets, I believe that as long as you can sell these two thousand four hundred bottles of wine, next time I come, I might live in a villa on the mountain."

When Buddy thought of the future full of prospects, he was very proud. He nodded vigorously, "On behalf of all the Gualtes of Willis, I thank you for your help. I can't describe my mood at this time with words. Apart from saying thank you, I don't know what words can reflect my excitement."

Du Lin patted his arm and said with a pointing point: "I hope that in the next few days, you won't scold me before going to bed at night. These things can help you, but they will also hurt you. I'm very prone to ask, are you ready to start a war?"

The city of Willis has a little more demand for alcoholic beverages than elsewhere, because it is close to the seaside, and fishing boats still go out to sea even in winter. At this time, every sailor and seafarer's greatest hope is to have a bottle of wine or two slightly higher, which can help them drive away the cold during fishing operations and allow them to have a good sleep.

Budi's eyes were a little complicated, and he nodded with a wry smile, "Isn't this exactly what you hope for?"

"I will leave three people to help you complete the initial things. I will take them away next month, so I hope you can learn how to fight and grab business as much as possible in a month." When Dulin spoke, those people had already put the wine representing wealth neatly. They had all worked at the dock, and this job was not even enough to warm up.

"I will give you these wines at a price of fifteen yuan per bottle. You can sell them locally for more than twenty-five yuan. The retail price can be higher, but the risk is greater. Remember, try not to let those bars on credit. The purpose of their credit is to take advantage of them. If someone asks to do so, don't cooperate with them. As long as you have the goods in your hands, you won't have to worry about the buyer."
Chapter completed!