Chapter 509: Undercurrent
This medal was earned by Wang Xinglie with his life, and it is also the spiritual sustenance of the mother and daughter.
If it weren't for the last resort, how could it appear on the market?
The moment they saw the medal, the mother and daughter's eyes turned red.
"Thank you, thank you..."
Liang Qian's eyes were moist and her lips were trembling. She held the medal with trembling hands. Sadness surged in her heart and warm tears immediately rolled down.
Su Xia didn't say anything. She had to let the mother and daughter release their emotions before she could continue communicating.
He stood up and walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at the artificial night sky outside the window.
At this time, a task message popped up on the system.
[Mission: Dragon City Split]
[The first phase of the mission "The Night Before Dawn" has been completed]
[The mission enters the second stage: Dawn]
[Task Description: There are many families selling medals inside Dragon City. Ask the girl Wang Mengqi and you will get more information from her.]
[Mission details: Visit each family, learn about the so-called "private institutions" from them, and find out who is in control of those private institutions]
[Mission Objective: Find out who is behind this. You will get important clues about the division of Dragon City from them.]
them?
Su Xia noticed a key word in the mission objective.
There is more than one person controlling the situation behind the scenes; it should be a large organization with a background.
Is he from the academy, research institute, or the city lord's lineage?
Or are all three parties involved?
After a while, Su Xia turned back to her previous seat and began to ask about the sale of medals.
The person who sold the medal was a little girl named Wang Mengqi.
Ever since her mother became seriously ill, she has been responsible for the family's financial support, but she is young and has no connections, so she can only do odd jobs occasionally. Her income is not enough to pay for her mother's medical expenses, so she has to sell all the valuables in the house.
Many families in Longcheng have the Medal of Honor, so they can’t be sold for much money.
She deliberately left Longcheng and went to small gathering places around to sell her wares.
There are many formal channels to leave Longcheng. Ordinary city residents can leave as long as they pass inspection.
Su Xia came in through the secret entrance provided by Zhang Fang. He did not encounter any guards checking him, but only passed the ID card recognition.
"There are dozens of temporary gathering places of varying sizes around Dragon City. Some of these places were specially opened up by Dragon City to trade with merchants outside..."
Wang Mengqi's eyes were still a little red. She cried for a while after seeing the medal. Now her emotions had barely stabilized, and she began to tell Su Xia about the sale of the medal.
In Dragon City, there are many families like hers who have to sell their medals for some reasons.
Foreign merchants are willing to pay a high price, after all, it is a symbol of honor.
At the beginning, Andrew from Conch City was transporting a batch of military supplies for trade. At a certain trading gathering place, he happened to see the medal being sold by Wang Mengqi. He was tempted to collect it, so he spent several thousand dollars to buy it.
Later, Su Xia conquered Andrew and saw the medal in his basement.
The whereabouts of the arms and supplies transported by Andrew remains a mystery.
After all, Longcheng has its own arsenal and does not need to purchase from outside.
At that time, Su Xia asked Andrew, and Andrew said that he didn't know either. The other party just entrusted his company to hide the arms in the sea cargo and then send it to Longcheng.
As for who in Longcheng wanted this batch of arms, he had no idea.
Knowing too much is not a good thing.
According to Andrew, their company has delivered hidden arms to Longcheng more than once, and the accumulated arms are enough to launch a rebellion inside Longcheng.
“Perhaps this is where the weapons used by those who attacked the Lord of Dragon City not long ago came from.”
Su Xia thought of this.
There is no doubt that there is a traitor in Dragon City.
Without the mole, those arms would not have been able to pass inspection and be shipped in.
Thinking of this, Su Xia said to Wang Mengqi: "I want to meet the other families of heroes who are selling medals. You should know some of them, right?"
"Yes, doctor. I can take you to see them." Wang Mengqi answered honestly.
"Is it okay now?" Su Xia asked again.
"Not now. It's curfew period now. Unless there are special circumstances, you can only go out after six in the morning." Wang Mengqi explained.
"Well, let's talk about it in the morning."
Afterwards, Su Xia chatted with them about other topics.
For example, the curfew was indeed put into effect after the city lord was attacked, and it was rarely required before.
As far as Wang Mengqi can remember, the last curfew was implemented about eight or nine years ago, when she was still in the second grade of elementary school.
The reason for the curfew that time was very simple. It was nothing more than a fight between the academics and the research institute. Both sides were full of martial spirit and had to fight each other with fists. As a result, the fight became more and more fierce, and finally they became so angry that both sides even took out rockets.
If the fighting continues, I'm afraid they will be able to drive armored vehicles into the streets to fight each other.
Later, the city lord stepped forward to mediate between the two parties and forcibly ended the farce.
"What kind of person do you think the city lord is?" Su Xia suddenly asked this question. He didn't really want to ask, but after thinking about it, he asked it anyway.
Considering the current situation of Dragon City, he felt that the mother and daughter would not have a very good opinion of the Lord of Dragon City.
However, to Su Xia's surprise, both of them had a very good impression of the city lord and gave him quite positive comments.
"The city lord is a good man. He often brings up issues related to improving our lives in various meetings. But his opinion alone cannot sway the entire parliament. Many people in the parliament are from colleges and research institutes." Wang Mengqi blinked and said as he recalled.
As she spoke, she took out a photo and handed it to Su Xia.
She continued, "When I was in elementary school, the city lord came to our school to give a lecture. I was lucky enough to take a photo with him. Take a look, Doctor."
"Let me see..."
Perhaps because it’s been a long time, the photo has turned yellow and the edges are a little blurry.
But when Su Xia saw the man in the photo, he still felt mixed emotions, and his father's appearance appeared in his mind.
The two are exactly alike, there is no difference between them.
At the Oasis Camp, Zhang Fang also showed Su Xia a photo of the Lord of Dragon City.
However, in Zhang Fang's photo, the city lord already had gray hair and looked to be nearly fifty years old, much older than the father in Su Xia's memory.
This photo was taken nine years ago, when the Lord of Dragon City did not have so many gray hairs.
"This is the Lord of Dragon City." Su Xia slowly put down the photo, his expression remained the same, but there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Now that he has also come to Dragon City, the truth is actually very close.
Next, Su Xia asked some other questions, and both of them answered seriously.
In their answers, Su Xia noticed another phenomenon.
Although both of them thought the city lord was a good person, they were in the minority.
Privately, many people believe that if they change the city lord or the entire leadership, their lives will definitely get better.
Some people even hope to ask Eagle City or Lion City to send leaders over, believing that the leaders there will definitely be able to lead them to a brighter path.
In recent days, such remarks have become more and more widespread, and people are talking about them everywhere.
These remarks are also one of the factors causing instability in Longcheng.
The entire Dragon City was undercurrent and rumors were spreading. Some people sensed that something was wrong but could not figure out what it was. They could only pray that there would be no internal strife or division.
Today's Longcheng can no longer withstand civil unrest.
After the civil strife, even if Longcheng can stabilize again, its overall strength will decline significantly, and it will completely lose its status as a large settlement, and even become a vassal of other large settlements.
Time slowly came to one o'clock in the morning. Su Xia took the initiative to end the conversation and let both of them go to rest.
“Bang!”
He turned off the lights and sat alone in a chair in the dark room, thinking silently.
Thinking is a good habit.
At the same time, he spread a large number of nanorobots throughout the city, and received feedback from the little robots bit by bit.
On the surface, this city has fallen asleep, but there are still many people tossing and turning, worrying about the future in the dark.
Through the nanorobots, Su Xia saw many images and heard many sounds.
On the fourth floor of this building, there lived a pair of brothers.
The elder brother and the younger brother were both awake. They sat by the window, looking at the sky and chatting in low voices about the future.
The younger brother asked, "Brother, will life be better in the future?"
The elder brother replied: "I heard that the city lord is going to die. It should be better to have a new city lord."
On the third floor of the building opposite, a couple also couldn't sleep.
They looked at the sleeping child with smiles on their faces, but beneath the smiles there was a hint of deep sadness.
The wife sighed and said, "Oh, milk powder is expensive again. People are talking about another war. Supplies are in short supply. I don't know when this will end."
"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry." The husband comforted her, "I heard from Lao Liu that Lion City on another continent will send us supplies. Once they deliver them, we will be fine."
"How come people in Lion City live so well? I heard they have endless supplies, the warehouses are full of meat and their dogs eat better than us."
"I don't know. Maybe their city system is better."
"Yeah, I heard that there is no internal fighting there, unlike here, where we fight all the time..."
Sadness, anxiety, confusion, uneasiness...
Most of the images that Su Xia saw and the sounds he heard conveyed this kind of negative emotions to him.
Among these, many negative emotions are driven by false news.
For example, information about Lion City.
Lion City is in the Western Continent. Wine Barrel and Ginny are from the Western Continent. They told Su Xia about the situation there when they were drinking and chatting before.
The supplies there were also quite tight, there wasn't much left for others, and there wasn't enough meat to eat, let alone fill up the warehouses.
As for internal strife, the one in Lion City is even more terrifying.
There are more than a dozen factions, including traditional royalists, youth factions, independent factions, etc., quarreling every day, and few policies can be implemented.
There is no unity within each faction. Among the royalists alone, there are those who support traditional monarchy, those who support constitutional monarchy, those who support the old emperor, those who support the young emperor, those who support a certain grand duke, and so on. There are a lot of complicated factions and endless disputes.
Jiutong said that the martial arts ethics there are quite abundant, and imperial city PKs are often staged, and fistfights are a very normal sight.
"Such a large-scale spread of false information must be organized by someone, but both the college and the research institute have denied it."
Su Xia recalled the days at the Oasis Camp.
At that time, both President Hu Yun and Director Wang Luo said it was not them.
But you can only know a person's face but not his heart. Although Su Xia has a system, he can only see some of their personal experiences but not their innermost thoughts.
The night passed quickly.
At six o'clock in the morning, the little girl Wang Mengqi got up early.
She was quick and diligent in preparing breakfast for three people, and then started cleaning the house, her thin figure running around the room.
After a while, she finished her work and asked curiously, "Doctor, didn't you take a rest?"
"I took a break." Su Xia replied.
"You must rest more, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."
"Don't worry, I know."
Su Xia smiled and had a good impression of the little girl.
Around seven in the morning, Su Xia had breakfast with the two of them.
Then, under his guidance, Liang Qian started the first course of medication.
The effect of the medicine was very good. After only one use, her complexion became much rosier and her body did not feel as uncomfortable.
Such a result made both mother and daughter very happy.
"Doctor, you are amazing." Wang Mengqi couldn't help but be delighted. "We spent a lot of money on medicines, but none of them are as effective as your medicines."
"I've looked at the medicines you bought before. They're just some painkillers and symptom-relieving drugs." Su Xia said.
Although those medicines are not fake, they are basically scams.
Su Xia calculated that the cost price of all the medicines they had bought before was less than one hundred yuan. Even if the transportation was difficult and they changed hands several times, the price should not have been more than one thousand yuan, but they spent tens of thousands.
The profit in between is simply unimaginable.
In comparison, the prices at Suxia Pharmacy are truly the best.
After a while, Su Xia and Wang Mengqi went out.
The two began visiting families who were also selling medals.
The world outside has already become bright. Countless display screens attached to the dome simulate the effect of daybreak. On the east side hangs a focusing lamp similar to the sun. As time passes, the focusing lamp will slowly move to the west and finally sink under the rockery on the west side.
The city is bustling with people, just like any other city.
“Ding Di——”
Vehicles are driving on the road, street shops are opening, and the rich aroma of breakfast is wafting through the streets and alleys.
Such an artificial little world would be like a paradise if there were no external wars and internal struggles.
