"......"
After listening to Feina's explanation, Ansheng immediately fell into a prolonged silence, his mind filled with dark lines.
Because he was afraid of being hunted down by the overseas Lin family, he did not go to Europe and America to study but instead chose to secretly study archaeology in Xia Country.
"Since you know the Lin family's power and that they might catch you to make calcium films in the deep mountains, I'm curious, what did your family do to offend them?" Ansheng asked Feina, his face full of black lines.
"Our Meredici family didn't offend them!" Feina shouted indignantly. She might not fully know the family history, but every member of the Meredici family knows the feud with the Wang Family, the ship kings.
"In Bharata, we are Brahmins, and outsiders are supposed to pay taxes to us."
"After paying taxes and getting the Brahmins' permission, they can support agents in the princely states, letting these agents run for elections for the backstage financial groups. This year I support an agent to eat more, and a few years later, you support an agent to have more."
"The agents fight it out below, while we laugh behind the scenes and convert money into power!"
Recalling the past, Feina got angry and said, "The Lin family disregarded the local customs entirely. From the outset, they bypassed the princely state agents and manipulated the groups of agents we supported, helping themselves to the cake."
"I mean, we are all wearing suits and ties, but they think they're special. Even pirates need a plundering permit from Her Majesty the Queen!"
Feina stomped her feet in anger and started cursing.
The rules of the power games are to stay behind the scenes, support agents to represent your interests, and convert resources into local power to form cliques and gradually expand influence.
The reason for not coming to the forefront is simple: you have only one chance if you come out, but staying behind the scenes with chips in hand means endless opportunities, unlike gamblers who lose every day.
Besides, hiding behind the scenes is safer; if something goes wrong, you can push the agent to take the fall.
Everyone is gradually moving upward, while the Lin family arrives attempting to seize power from behind.
If we don't focus on them, we'd be crazy.
If the Meredici family doesn't stand up today, others will surely appear who dislike the Lin family as well.
"Fallen aristocrats with cheap pretensions," Lin Bingyun looked at Feina and said calmly, "Lacking funds, lacking international influence."
"Cough up thirty billion plus twenty billion in compensation and we can pretend nothing happened; can you come up with it?"
Lin Bingyun's calm remark almost choked Feina to death on the spot.
The Lin family owns vast industries and trade routes, with mines estimated at hundreds of billions, so raising funds is a mere word, attracting plenty of venture capital and foundations rushing to invest money and connections.
The Meredici family, to trace back, were nobility at birth, now landlords, and previously military heads in Bharata for over a decade.
Once they leave their family's electoral district, truly, the Lin family branch in England would dare to run over the Meredici family's members like speed bumps.
And in Europe, it's the powerful French Lin, and in America, it's even more heavyweight—entering in silence.
"Um......"
After hearing Feina and Lin Bingyun's argument, Ansheng showed a contemplative look, turned to Feina, and said:
"So... you wanted to confront them head-on, ended up shattered, and afterward were repeatedly crushed by Lin Fu-sister's family's relatives like speed bumps?"
"Who knew their family was so tough? If we had known earlier, we'd be having afternoon tea by Big Ben right now!" Feina still looked discontent. Though they were justified throughout, unfortunately, the foreigners' guns and cannons were too strong.
The French Lin family enjoyed expansion benefits, indeed having several tribal armed forces and supporting small countries.
"Their family exploited and oppressed people." Seeing Feina's pitiful look of grievance, Lin Bingyun worried that Mr. Fuli's kind heart hadn't seen a Western woman cry, so she pointed out her family's real nature as landlords.
"The Meredici family, in the princely states they control, even had the right of first night."
"Her family's elderly led an international travel business for old white women's happiness, under the name of god, having stout men in the princely state as guides."
"Oh!"
"In that case, you all becoming multi-port ball valves serves you right!"
Mr. Fuli, full of astonishment, never expected a modern white fox like himself to hear such feudal superstitious information.
"..... Our Meredici family pays salaries; other families freeload." Feina said confidently.
"We neither kicked the Vaishyas into ditches nor hanged the Dalits from trees. If they served well, we even rewarded them with tuk-tuks! They love us!"
In terms of morality, Feina was extremely confident that the Meredici family were always gentlemen, without moral corruption.
Except for occasionally enjoying someone else's wife, or wives overlapping with husbands, but they paid for it!
Ansheng: "........"
Unexpectedly... there's such a master!?
The entire dormitory fell into temporary silence due to Feina's remarks.
"Mr. Fuli, Westerners are very dirty." Lin Bingyun wasn't surprised, whispering to Mr. Fuli.
"I've already noticed."
Ansheng waved his hand and said, "I'm fully aware of your affairs with Sister Lin Fu. I'm glad to see Sister Lin Fu's family can chase after the second-generation rich."
"It's getting late now, and I have one more question for you."
"Hmm?" Feina looked at Mr. Fuli.
"Do you have eight million? My Cullinan just got messed up by you." Mr. Fuli said:
"Go, fetch me a Cullinan."
Feina: "???"
Whose... whose Cullinan got messed up?
......
Things at Xinxing Agricultural Science College were temporarily wrapped up with Bianchi's legal surrender, but the cleanup work continued as Mr. Fuli solemnly returned the moral low grounds in a bottle to the logistics support group members.
The appearance of a jellyfish was very beautiful.
But in every aspect, they had a hint of immorality, and Ansheng felt that a family heirloom like this needed ideological education.
He himself shouldn't be attending political studies class.
This foreign jellyfish should be!
"Hmm?"
Lin Bingyun drove Mr. Fuli home, and when she finished wiping his body and placed him at home, she caught sight out of the corner of her eye and noticed something new in the raptor car pocket.
She walked over and lifted the covering canvas.
A pair of mammoth tusks, a powered armor suit, two Gatling guns with magazines, and a lighter full of ammo boxes.
"Mr. Fuli...smokes?" Lin Bingyun paused slightly at the newfound items in the car pocket.
......
"Squeak squeak～"
The little fox, having washed its paws, pushed open the room door, ready for a good sleep as tomorrow night it would return to Changxi Town to stir-fry tea.
The door opened.
Aqing sat on the bed, eyes wide open, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Hmm?" Ansheng paused, seeing her in such a state.
"Wow! I just had a nightmare where someone claiming to be an ancestor with double doors jumped out of the grave," Aqing held the little fox getting into bed with lingering fear and said, "He came out of the grave, very flamboyantly without a shirt on, rubbed oil on his muscles, saying he was going to participate in a bodybuilding competition....."
Ansheng: "......"
Whether or not to compete is unknown.
But your ancestor sure was flamboyant.