In the end, Lynch dismissed the idea of reimbursing the girl this money. Thirty thousand was not a particularly large sum, and once the agency heard about it, they would only think it was too little, not too much.
Just having a connection with Lynch, as long as Lynch supported them even once, three hundred thousand wouldn’t seem too little.
The turmoil continued to persist, and by the third day, the entire province was in disarray.
By the fifth day of the turmoil, so cities in other provinces also began experiencing chaos, and by late October, nearly the entire Nagariel, except for the Royal Capital, was in turmoil.
The turmoil ca quickly, showing signs of deliberate pushing and also exposing a new, previously unthought-of organization, the Nagariel Youth Party.
In almost every city and province, the presence of the Nagariel Youth Party was felt, and they even led so "reforms."
During this massive turmoil, the Youth Party put forth a slogan that gained widespread support, which was "Take responsibility for yourself, make decisions for yourself."
This slogan wasn’t as loud, catchy, or lodious as others, but it was more provocative. Many people, especially young people, were moved by these people and their slogan and joined the Nagariel Youth Party.
Soon, this slogan evolved into a second, more advanced one, "Take responsibility for your future, make decisions for your fate," and the Youth Party quickly grew and developed at an unimaginable speed amidst the turmoil.
"We must suppress this turmoil."
By late October, on the twenty-second, nearly two weeks had passed since Lynch’s birthday, and the entire Nagariel was in a bizarre state of anarchy.
It seed as though local governnts were not concerned about this chaos, only telling citizens through newspapers that everything would get better, without taking any substantive further actions.
More wealthy people were quickly disappearing, as foreigners, locals, and even so slightly affluent families beca targets of attacks.
After a brief frenzy-like action, the well-established Nagariel Youth Party Headquarters began sending ssages to branches in all provinces, stating the need to quell the turmoil quickly!
A chaotic Nagariel brought no benefits to either the poor or the rich, as chaos could only lead to destruction, not progress.
After the ssage reached the ngwu Province, the not physically imposing but outstanding-looking and righteous Youth Party Leader of the ngwu Province convened this eting.
They were no longer a small organization with no strength, hiding in the dense forests outside the city; they had now grown into an unignorable force.
Now, they sat in Mr. Simon’s forr mansion, a luxurious house they could never have imagined owning in the past.
Half a month ago, they weren’t even allowed near these houses, much less walk into the rooms with their muddy shoes or bare feet on the lawns.
Now, they sat on soft sofas, drinking beverages reserved for nobility, smoking imported cigarettes, and enjoying Kleve from the Federation — life was indeed full of surprises!
The short young man tapped his fingers on the coffee table, making a "thud" sound, which focused the scattered attention of others. He reiterated his demand, "We must quickly end the turmoil!"
Mr. Simon’s child... now had a na, called Gadon, a na Mr. Simon gave the boy according to the customs of his birthplace.
After witnessing the "bandits" shoot his father, he once wanted to change this na, as he felt keeping it gave him a feeling he couldn’t quite describe.
There was fear, humiliation, hatred, and a longing for the past and the forr aspirations.
But he gave up on changing it, wanting to prove to Mr. Simon, who had returned to the embrace of the divine, that his excellence was an unmatched feat his unseen brother could never achieve. He would prove himself as Mr. Simon’s most outstanding son, so he kept the foreign na, Gadon, also known as Gordon.
Locals pronounced "Gordon" with a local-accented common language, sounding more like "Gadon," so Gadon was acceptable, as was Gordon — a new na born from a fusion of two cultures.
Gadon sat beside the short young man. In less than two weeks, he had matured rapidly.
His deanor had changed significantly. Unlike the past, though sowhat sad and pessimistic, he was still a lively, radiant young man.
He now seed a bit gloomy and unapproachable. His slightly sunken eyes gave him an eerie aura, and prolonged eye contact was unnerving.
Rarely did he speak at such etings. Today, he seed to have so questions, "We could seize the opportunity to gain more tangible benefits, why end it so quickly?"
During this ti, the local Youth Party had already "helped" eight foreign-related rchant families, protecting their heirs from harm, though their fathers t unfortunate ends, it was a fortune within misfortune.
They could do a little more, seize the assets of those uncooperative people through cunning and force, which is much easier than competing later on.
Moreover, the stronger the foundation laid now, the greater the chance of success when competing with the Federation people in the future.
It’s quite laughable, in this turmoil, the Federation people have hardly suffered any losses!
These mbers of the Youth Party once led so people to try and attack the Federation’s stations at the docks or Warehouse District, but unfortunately, they faced strong resistance, with the Federation people rcilessly shooting the activists, whom the dia called "mobbers."
In each place, they left behind the bodies—sotis dozens, sotis hundreds—before leaving helplessly. This resulted in the Federation people suffering no substantial damage except for expending so bullets.
This movent, which shouldn’t have erupted, ultimately only cleared the internal relations in Nagariel and a small number of foreign rchants from the Preton era, but posed no obstacle to those Federation people planning a more gentle invasion here.
If one wants to resist these powerful Federation people, it seems that the only way is to play by the rules and defeat them comrcially.
Surrounded by such experiences, Gadon has more or less gained so insights as soone who’s always eager to prove himself; he is much smarter than Mr. Simon imagined.
Using the Youth Party to strengthen himself, that’s Gadon’s idea.
The short young man was silent for a mont, then shook his head, "Continuing to stir things up now only targets our own people; our enemies aren’t ourselves but those foreigners."
"Destruction won’t make our nation and country prosperous; we need to be vigilant of these Federation people but also use their power to develop ourselves."
"We never considered there would be this turmoil, so now it should end."
There are deeper reasons involved; the true ruling elite hasn’t taken action, with the clans steadfastly entrenched in their territories, unaffected by the outside disturbances.
They’re just observing for now; if the unrest isn’t quelled now, and once they step in, the growing scale and influence of the Youth Party will beco their next problem.
Before being targeted and antagonized by the top ruling class, they must show their harmlessness, assuring that they will manage the relationship between the people and rulers, quelling the unrest, even if soone has to be responsible, it shouldn’t be them.
With no objections from others, the short young man continued to express his thoughts, "Now actually things are not so chaotic here, let’s send them ho first, then..." he turned to look at Gadon, and the other mixed-race people on his left, "...I need your help."
Gadon nodded, "Go ahead..." He held a high status among these mixed-race people, only his father was shot dead by his own hands, while the fathers of the others were brought down by the Youth Party with mobs.
They only knew about this or watched silently; compared to Gadon’s actions, they were naturally inferior.
"I need you to post recruitnt posters outside, stating no bad record required; this will help people return ho faster, regardless of how many you hire, its montum must be significant!"
Recruitnt will help those wandering around seeking opportunities return ho; they should almost hide away and digest the benefits obtained from the turmoil.
Gadon nodded, not opposing it; he indeed had recruitnt plans.
Unlike Mr. Simon, he believes there is still considerable profit locally, no need to abandon everything here and leave.
"Additionally, I hope you can make a donation," the short young man said after a few seconds of silence, his second request.
He looked at the few "heirs," only Gadon could et his gaze, while the others avoided eye contact when facing him.
"Lynch and the Federation’s donations have put us in a passive position; now, so internationally believe we started this turmoil and let the Federation help clean up the ss."
"As this content continues to fernt over ti, victims in this turmoil will also think so."
"With slight guidance from the rulers, our reputation will soon beco infamous, so we also need to donate, to help so people stabilize our achievents during this period..."
While speaking, gunfire suddenly ca from afar, subtly causing a disturbance.
The short young man imdiately stood up in uncertainty and alarm, urging the officials on his right to find out what’s happening as he rushed upstairs, attempting to see clearly from a distance.
The gunfire beca more intense, and the young man’s expression worsened, followed by news that made him realize the severity of the problem.
"The fur trader’s hunting team has entered the city..."
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