"Could they really agree to such unequal contract terms?"
Seeing the esteed Holy Dragon’s Son coming forward to reach contract terms with the legendary envoy from the Delatlin Federation, while the Dragon-n cheered and celebrated, they couldn’t help but begin private discussions.
"Why wouldn’t they agree? Did you see the initial demands we made? They were to rent out the entire port for a full five hundred years."
"Exactly, now Terramus Your Highness only asks to lease a region, conceding so much, what could they possibly disagree with?"
"Hahaha, isn’t this the famous ’opening-window effect’? As long as you propose to take off the roof, it becos easy to open a window."
"The person in the Federation responsible for signing these unequal treaties must feel very fortunate, thinking they got a bargain."
"I can’t imagine what would happen if our officials signed such terms? Independent judiciary, allow garrisons, free economy, exemption from border tax, tsk, this is like a state within a state."
If our officials dared sign such a humiliating treaty, I would even risk losing my life, but I would kill him!"
The originally peaceful discussion atmosphere instantly turned full of murderous spirit when soone ntioned an inappropriate hypothesis.
"How could our officials possibly sign such terms?"
"Exactly, we are all subjects of the Holy Dragon Emperor, we must have enough faith in our compatriots."
"But what if there truly is such a shaless bureaucrat who grovels and fawns outwardly?"
"Isn’t that obvious? Of course, I’d kill him!"
"Hmm, I think we should first report and expose them, see how the disciplinary departnt handles it? If their results are decent, then there’s no need for us to take risks and act."
Dragon-n’s discussion atmosphere remained fervent, but after witnessing the circumstances of the Other Shore Federation, they couldn’t help but transpose the sa situation onto their own powers, and then propose hypothetical counterasures, thinking about what they could do as part of the Holy Dragon Land if encountering similar events.
However, these voices of discussion are re minor episodes to the expedition force led by Terramus.
Successfully securing a section belonging to Dragon-n in the busiest city on the Federation West Coast, Terramus set out inland with more Dragon-n, leaving a small group to work on construction and renovation in the leased area, preparing to receive the second batch of Dragon-n.
For Terramus, his eyes only held concern for his elder brother and the land his brother ruled in the Goltai Region, his gaze never lingered on the dazzling Bright Pearl Harbor on the West Coast.
Yet his arrival, and the contract terms he concluded with the Federation through negotiations, will have an extrely profound impact on this city and the Wisdom Species in this region.
"My dream actually ca true!"
Bali looked down at the three shimring Golden Dragon Coins in his hand, feeling a surreal, dreamlike sensation, prompting him to pinch his thigh hard. The pain from his thigh made him cry out,
"Ah~"
The dockworker Bali, who grimaced in pain from pinching too hard, displayed a manic expression amidst tears and laughter upon realizing the reality.
Because of the experience during this period, it seed bizarrely absurd to him, to the point of being beyond what he could dream.
On that night, when he bravely led the noble Dragon-man gentleman to the official’s mansion, he stayed outside, dared not enter, and ultimately fled due to rising fear.
Though the subsequent developnt did not go as he anticipated, as the citizens of the Holy Dragon from across the sea didn’t occupy the port, but instead engaged in a round of negotiations with the Federation.
It was heard they rented, at extrely low prices, the most bustling core area of the port along with large swathes of untainted tidal flats.
These decisions made by big figures, for soone like him on the bottom rung, were rely entertaining to hear but couldn’t affect him.
What Bali never expected was, the Dragon-man gentleman he once guided that night hadn’t forgotten him and actually found his ho.
To Bali’s disbelief, the Dragon-man gentleman brought him and his wife and children all into a district allocated to Dragon-n.
What Bali felt most moved about was, the Dragon-man gentleman assigned a house to him, though it was quite dilapidated, the roof didn’t leak, and the thick walls blocked every breeze from the sea.
Not only that, he was assigned a job, though not the dock labor he once did, it was also strength work, essentially no different. The real difference was in his working hours and treatnt.
He now truly only works eight hours and, every five days worked, he can take two days off. According to the noble and kind Dragon-n, this is basic treatnt every worker should enjoy, not a benefit.
The eight-hour workday is enough to drain the vigor of any Wisdom Species, thus, ti beyond sleeping and eating is regarded as monts for relaxation and leisure.
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