Sir! Don't close the net!

If Al hadn't stopped him, Abu Jean, who had already rushed over, would have been stunned and looked at Austin with disbelief. Even Al stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Is this Austin?

"It is we... no! It is you who are too greedy! You are too disrespectful to our gods!"

Austin bent down towards the Dead Sea wall, his devout expression sending chills down the spines of El and the others. Just two days ago, Austin had been criticizing the Sheep Village logistics and the fire spirits in the newspaper, and they had expressed their regret behind his back. If Austin had criticized the Dead Sea in the newspaper, he would most likely have been brutally killed by the Instas residents who firmly believed in its existence.

But this should be the limit that Austin could achieve!

And now Austin has actually admitted the existence of the Dead Sea in front of so many Instas residents, and even helped them out of their current predicament?

Even Bishop Azawi's priests were brought in; this couldn't possibly be a charade to lower their guard.

"Damn it—"

El couldn't help but curse under his breath. The most difficult opponent in the world is someone who can calmly handle the problem at hand, without considering factors like pride that might affect their judgment.

Austin is difficult to deal with because he has power and influence in Instas, but he is also easy to handle because he is used to power and influence and puts his own face first when thinking about things.

Now, Austin is starting to disregard his own dignity.

"The gods despise our greed, so they've thrown all our desires back at us! Think carefully about what you've done these past two days! Do you even respect the drainage system?!"

"You don't! You have no respect for drainage at all! You even use drainage as a tool to achieve your petty gains! The best proof is in your hands! Look at those shabby wishing bottles in your hands! You actually used those things to make wishes to our gods!"

The residents of Instas looked at the strangely shaped wishing bottles in their hands, and then looked away somewhat guiltily.

Because it's a cheap bottle, the wishes inside are also cheap and ugly.

"Oh my God—our God is truly merciful, choosing to give you all another chance, even though you treat Him like a machine to grant wishes and make a bunch of cheap and ugly ones!"

Chapter 104 Alma: Are they all undercover agents?

The riot came to an end.

The entire life of Instas is now built upon the wishing bottles. Because it's believed that the bottles float towards the sea, the residents of Instas have an unwavering faith that if a bottle reaches the surface, its wish will be granted. Therefore, this should have been...

A huge storm that Sheep Village Logistics and Fire Spirits barely managed to suppress with tremendous effort.

However, Austin and his associates appeared and, with a series of seemingly sermons, actually directed their rants at the residents of Instas, shifting the blame for the crisis—which should have been the responsibility of the sheep village logistics and the fire spirits—to the residents of Instas and avoiding the crisis altogether.

In fact, this is indeed the best way to resolve the crisis, but the responsibility should be returned to the residents of Instas and made to reflect on themselves. It cannot be Sheep Village Logistics, Fire Spirit, or a company that is too closely related to either of them, because that would look like shirking responsibility. However, if the person who comes forward is too low-ranking and has no power or influence, no one will listen even if they come forward to make accusations. Therefore, it is best if the person who comes forward is a public figure.

In the entire Instas, no one was more suitable to step in than Austin. Austin's intervention not only resolved the crisis of confidence surrounding the Wishing Bottle, but also prevented Austin from using this mistake to launch a fatal attack on Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits.

Inside the Yangcun Logistics office, all the Yunzhong executives gathered around the round table where they usually held meetings, their fingers interlaced as they intently gazed at the newly printed newspaper in front of them.

The newspaper's headline featured several large characters.

[Shocking! The actions of a few residents of Yinstas caused the Sheep Village Logistics' message-in-a-bottle delivery to fail!]

"They've plagiarized the minister's ideas again!" Abu Dhabi's face twisted in pain. "They didn't even imitate it properly!"

“Alright, Abu, I know you’re very unwilling, but we must look at this calmly now. The current situation is not optimistic for us,” El said, tapping the table with his hand.

Seeing that El had spoken, Abu had no choice but to suppress his anger and turn his face away. "Okay, it does look a bit like it. I didn't expect them to actually learn the basics. No wonder they are Minister Li Yili."

Alma suppressed the urge to complain, pinched the bridge of her nose and thought for a while before saying, "I don't think Austin would be so kind as to help us, nor do I think he's trying to be friendly to us."

“This is a show of force against us,” Al said, his fingers interlaced and his eyes slightly narrowed. “Although I don’t know how he did it, Austin must have been responsible for all those wishing bottles being thrown back. His sudden intervention to help us out is simply a way of telling us that he can help us out this time, but it’s hard to say what will happen next time.”

"As for his purpose..."

Elton paused for a moment and then clicked his tongue.

"It's mostly due to the proportion of bills. Is this how those entrepreneurs feel? It must be really tough."

“Wait a minute… Huh?!” Abu Jean stood up abruptly after thinking for a moment. “So, the bill system we painstakingly built up in Instasus is going to be given up just because Austin threatened us?”

“In fact…we were the ones who snatched Instar’s market from Austin first, but just like you said,” Al shrugged helplessly, “we were indeed threatened by Austin’s methods to give up some of the profits from the bill system.”

Abu Rang's eyes flickered for a moment before he lowered his voice, "Why don't we go and ask [Mother] for help..."

Alma's heart skipped a beat, and she stood up abruptly. "I think this is a bit of an exaggeration. This is, after all, Instas, the world's largest seaport. Even Bishop Azawi's priest has intervened. If your 'Mother' were to get involved, things would spiral out of control."

The mother Abu Jean refers to is naturally the cadre Black Goat, the most mysterious and suspicious cadre among all the former cadres. If Black Goat comes out, many things hidden by Instas will be exposed.

“If we really need the chosen ones to take action… we can force Minister Joseph and Deputy Minister Joey to go,” Alma said, her eyes clear.

“That… Secretary Alma…”

"what happened?"

"You...aren't you an elite of the Fire Elves?"

“But I’m already in Minister Li Yili’s shape now,” Alma said, arms crossed, “everything must revolve around Minister Li Yili’s plan!”

"As expected of Minister Li Yili!"

Alma breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully Li Yili had a very high reputation among the black goat's cubs.

“That’s right, there’s absolutely no need to ask [Mother] for help, because everything is still in Minister Li Yili’s plan,” El said, resting his chin on his hand and smiling confidently. “If Austin wants the profits from the bill system, let him have it.”

"That's right, that's right—wait, what?"

Alma nodded, then stared wide-eyed at El, her face full of disbelief. "Wait, wait a minute?! You're just giving up the benefits of the bill system like that?"

“Of course, just as Minister Li Yili hoped,” El smiled.

“Like… Huh? I don’t think he wants this at all!” Alma raised her hand and scratched her hair hard.

What was frightening was not that El proposed to simply relinquish the bill system, but that the other Cloud Clan executives in charge of the Black Goat's cubs all had an "I see" expression on their faces.

"I'm his secretary! He never mentioned anything like that!"

“Secretary Alma, you still don’t understand how terrifying Minister Levi’s Est. Richard is,” Alma said, crossing her arms and shaking her head. “The minister’s goal will definitely be achieved, and if I’m not mistaken, well, we’ve reached the point where we don’t need to do anything and just wait for time to pass.”

Abu Jang blinked, then suddenly realized, "Oh, that's how it is! I understand! I'll go prepare the paperwork right away."

"I'll prepare the carriage right away!"

"I'll go and schedule a meeting with Austin to discuss this."

"I'll go prepare a negotiation plan!"

"I'll contact the tax authorities and banks in Instas!"

Looking at the suddenly energetic black goat cubs in front of her, Alma felt a tightness in her chest.

She now suspects that those present are all undercover agents from elsewhere, waiting for Li Yili to leave so they can collude with Austin to divide up the bill system that Li Yili has painstakingly established in Instas.

“Secretary Alma, go and inform Minister Joseph of the Fire Elf, and tell him that whatever happens is normal. If he doesn’t want to become a victim of Minister Li Yili’s plan, he can just go about his business as usual.”

After saying that, El rested his chin on his hand, turned his head to look out the window, and murmured softly.

“Nothing is more convincing than the fate of Bishop Azavet.”

"Minister, you're thinking of building more than just a temple, aren't you..."

Chapter 105 A Day Out, My Hard Work Was Sold

To avoid causing further unrest, Abel did not actually pull the train car with the worn-out joints directly back to Instas, but instead placed it at a location that was neither too close nor too far from Instas.

"Okay, that's all right now."

After gesturing the distance to Instas, Abel breathed a sigh of relief. All he had to do was return to Instas and explain the situation to the people at the train station, letting more than ten people know about it, which would prevent anyone from having any ulterior motives.

of course……

Abel turned his head and glanced at Li Yili, who was holding Nakya and whistling as she circled the train carriage.

All we need to do is guard against the person most likely to have ulterior motives.

“Mr. Promising Future, your eyes are disheartening. You seem to think I have designs on this carriage. Do you think that with my status in Instas, I can’t afford the contents of this carriage?”

“Mr. Sole Ruler, I stopped expecting to judge your thoughts by ordinary standards a long time ago,” Abel said, patting his forehead. “Although it may sound like I’m overthinking things, I feel that every action you take has another purpose, guiding things in a certain direction.”

"certainly--"

"As expected—hmm?" Abel looked at Li Yili with an incredulous expression.

According to Li Yili's modus operandi, she should have just laughed it off and gotten away with it at this point.

“Everyone is a thread on a spinning wheel called fate,” Li Yili said, reaching out her hand to Abel. “Alright, it’s time to give my suitcase back to me.”

Abel was somewhat taken aback, but he still took off the suitcase from his back and handed it back to Li Yili.

"I don't really like physics because when I first started learning physics, I simply thought that people who knew physics were cool. Those famous physicists were really handsome when they were young. It wasn't until I started learning all sorts of formulas endlessly that I realized that physics isn't that cool. That's why those physicists looked like that when they got old."

Li Yili unzipped her suitcase and took out the contents.

"But no matter how much I dislike it, this world is built by the laws of physics. No matter how much I hate it, I can't escape it, and I even live in it. I hate the word 'fate,' but I can't shut up other people who like to talk about fate, like you, Mr. Promising Future."

After a moment of silence, Abel turned his face away. "Fate... exists."

"Look."

After emptying the suitcase, Li Yili opened it as wide as possible, while Nakya, who was standing to the side, gracefully lifted her leg and stepped into the suitcase, holding up her tattered gauze dress. She slowly bent her body and hugged her knees.

Although she was thirty years old, Nakya looked only about fourteen. She was petite and delicate, but her strong body gave her great flexibility. With just a slight adjustment, she perfectly hid in the suitcase.

Abel could honestly say that he had absolutely no prejudice. Li Yili, who was whistling and zipping up her suitcase, really looked like a human trafficker.

“However, just like I said, that’s life,” Li Yili said, hoisting the suitcase containing Nakya’s body onto her back and spreading her arms out to her sides.

"It was a delightful adventure, and thanks to Mr. Promising Future, I acquired a treasure that I can boast about for at least five years."

“Mr. Sole Ruler, you really enjoy making me suffer,” Abel sighed deeply, one hand on his hip.

"Haven't you been seeking trouble from me all along?"

Li Yili raised her hand, waved, turned around, and strode towards Instas, leaving only Abel standing motionless beside the train carriage, silently gazing into the distance.

It took Li Yili about an hour to reach Instas. It has to be said that this was a completely different experience from taking the train, and Li Yili could only draw one conclusion from it.

"If I take even one more centimeter forward on a road that is more than a kilometer long, I lose."

Li Yili, carrying her backpack, looked around and reached the roadside. While waiting for the carriage, she pulled out a copy of the Instas newspaper, which circulated only in Instas, from a newsstand by the roadside. A copy, which circulated worldwide...

The World Journal.

Li Yili first read the World Newspaper. The content was as boring and vague as ever, but Li Yili understood. After all, it was a newspaper that circulated all over the world. In order to avoid offending any power, the World Newspaper did not have any so-called headlines, or rather, every action was a headline.

Because the ultimate goal of life is to live a life of luxury and comfort for seventy years before dying of old age, Li Yili doesn't like to read the World News and analyze the various cryptic messages revealed in the news.

But this is, after all, the world's largest seaport, with a huge flow of people, so we still need to pay some attention to the global situation.

[The Black Gate and the Heavenly Disciples claim that eating with one's hands is the only way to show respect to the gods who provide food.]