People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 638 Who says working hard to make money is not idealism?

The doctor was somewhat puzzled by Qi Yan's reaction.

"Why would Kal'tsit come back and ruin it?" He analyzed, waving his fingers, "Her tactical plan is a black box, and Shining is also here. She originally said she wanted to attend a family meeting, but after learning about my plan, she weighed it for a moment and put it on hold.

Then there is Maenna and Shuiyue, both of whom are at the back of the battle. In addition, W can contact his old friends from his mercenary days and backstab Sarkaz at the critical moment.

I can’t think of how to lose.”

Qi Yan curled his lips in disdain:

“First of all, the black frame doesn’t prove anything. If there was an item on business ability in Rhodes Island’s personnel files, Kal’tsit would also be a black frame.

Secondly, why would you want to give yourself a flag?

Are you going to say later that you can have a good rest after this battle?"

"...I didn't say that, but according to Krusil's report, Mainna said something similar."

The doctor scratched his head through his hood. "He said that helping you this time is his way of repaying the favor, and he won't do anything again."

"As a liberator, it's normal to get off work on time."

Seeing that things had come to this point, Qi Yan knew that it was useless to say anything here.

He turned his head to look at Catherine, and his tone became serious:

"Grandma, I know that you have never compromised with any force. Be it the Sarkaz or the Duke and Nobles, you have always resisted everything in your own way."

Catherine was stunned, not understanding why Qi Yan thought so highly of her when it was clearly their first meeting.

Qi Yan didn't care about that and continued to express his opinion:

“Compared to the young Fester, you have experienced more, shouldered more responsibilities, and are more aware of your own shortcomings.

So you can’t fight for something like Fester did, you have your concerns.”

"…What do you want to say?" Catherine asked.

"I am willing to share your concerns." Qi Yan smiled and said, "I also understand my own limitations. The more information I know, the less I can make a labeling evaluation of one party.

The Sarkaz, the Duke, Deep Pool, the common people of Londinium, everyone is fighting for their own future, and everyone is upholding their own justice.

I can’t mediate anything, but I can do what I can to protect the people I want to protect.”

"Are you trying to say that you are willing to protect me?" Catherine's eyes widened in shock. "But I don't understand, what can you get from me?"

Qi Yan shook his head: "It's not you...it's you guys!

I am willing to shelter all those who work hard to live, which is also my original intention of establishing a nursing home."

Catherine was stunned for a moment, and said in a trance:

"You mean to say that you would take on these workers from the Highbury factory?

But didn't you build Kazdel?"

"This is prejudice." Qi Yan said.

"what?"

"I say, grandma, you are prejudiced."

Qi Yan took out the tape recorder with a missing corner again and played the audio of Master Tracy and his apprentice.

The audio echoed in everyone's ears along with the never-stopping sound of machines running in the workshop.

Catherine's face gradually became dull, and even Fester and the workers beside him were dumbfounded.

The audio ended, Qi Yan put away the recorder and continued:

"As you have heard, the Sarkaz regent not only did not stop me, but was willing to assist me.

Teresis started the war, but what he wanted was not killing, but resistance.

He fought against the injustice of this land and the discrimination of all races. All he wanted was for the Sarkaz to live a stable and peaceful life. "

Catherine fell silent, but Fester was a little impatient. He stepped forward and asked:

"Then why us? The Sarkaz wanted to rebel, why did they choose Londinium?"

"Choice?" Qi Yan was a little amused. "The Sarkaz never had a choice. May I ask who brought the Sarkaz to Londinium?"

Fester: “…”

Qi Yan didn't care about anything with Fester, his target was still Catherine.

"Grandma, maybe many people think I'm high and mighty and planning all sorts of messy things, but this is actually a kind of stereotyped prejudice."

Qi Yan looked directly into Catherine’s aqua blue eyes and said sincerely: “I am not high and mighty, in fact, I have nothing, and there is very little I can do.

I just want to do my best to provide the most fair environment for everyone who wants to live a stable life.

I admit that the platform outside the city is called Kazdel, and it will certainly accept many Sarkaz in the future, but at the same time it will also accept everyone on this land, including you, and the 'you' on this land."

Catherine remained silent.

Qi Yan took a step forward and took Catherine's hand, which was a little rough due to years of hard work:

"Grandma, there is only one thing I can do, and that is to try my best to shoulder the concerns of those who are willing to live a stable life."

"you……"

Catherine looked at Qi Yan's young face in front of her and couldn't help being moved.

At this moment, everyone present in the workshop couldn't help but look at Qi Yan with a hint of admiration.

Even though everyone was standing together, they felt they had to look up at Qi Yan's figure.

This gap does not come from Qi Yan's strength, but simply because of the brilliance that Qi Yan exudes at this moment, the brilliance of an idealist.

"I accept your invitation." For the first time, a relaxed smile appeared on Catherine's face.

At this moment, she couldn't think of any reason to refuse Qi Yan.

Seeing Catherine's agreement, everyone couldn't help but smile with ease, and a light gradually appeared in their eyes. It was the expectation for the future, which had been extinguished for who knows how long, but now lit up again.

Qi Yan also showed a relieved smile, holding Catherine's hand and said seriously:

"Then let's talk about the cost of nursing homes now."

Catherine:?

Fester: ? ?

Onlookers: ???

The doctor raised his hand and pulled his hood down, leaving no gap at all, feeling as if he was too embarrassed to face anyone.

Even the Scavenger King's breathing, which had been fluctuating a little, suddenly stagnated.

He turned his head to look at the patriot beside him and asked in a low voice:

"Qi Yan is serious?"

"He never lies," the Patriot replied in the affirmative.

After answering the Scavenger King, the Patriot walked up to Qi Yan.

He raised his hand and rubbed Qi Yan's hair, and took the initiative to say:

"Let me do these things."

"Are you talking about the planning of the cost issue?" Qi Yan's eyes lit up, "Old man, do you understand this?"

The Patriot chuckled and said, "Scavenger understands. I can be responsible for the nursing home, the maintenance of order and the admission procedures. You don't have to take on all of it.

Although you always call me old man, in fact, considering the life span of a Wendigo, I still have a long future ahead of me. I am not in a hurry to retire, so just think of it as finding something for me to do."

"Of course I have no problem. As long as you are happy, old man." Qi Yan agreed readily.

The King of Scavengers raised his walking stick at the back and wanted to speak out to make a statement for himself. Although he had lived longer, there were some things that one could not understand just by living longer.

Just looking at the warm atmosphere between the old and the young in front of him, he really couldn't say such words that would spoil the mood.

After all... I'm not Qi Yan.

The King of Scavengers let out a deep sigh of vicissitudes of life.