Chapter 506: Flexibility

A shabby and downtrodden painter who had never produced any good works in his life, when he was lucky enough to enter a place where the upper class gathered, suddenly became a sensation and created unprecedented gorgeous paintings, which made people feel the elegance of the master's painting skills.

What an elegance!

And what a beautiful sublimation of the moon and sixpence. No one who heard this story would not be happy for the artist from the bottom of his heart.

Such a story is not bad.

Of course, it is only in the range of good, far from being able to be regarded as a classic and remembered forever. What kind of thing can make people remember it? Probably on a perfectly carved statue, a knife that destroys the beauty is carved, so that people can be amazed and regretful, such a story can be called a classic, and it can also be talked about with relish.

When Lin En rode on the horse again, he immediately went to find the sheriff of the town. In such a rural town, the status and power of the sheriff are actually not in line with the status.

The sheriff knew at a glance that he was living a good life.

The sheriff's uniform of Albion was obviously one size too small for him. Whether it was his fat head, his bloated belly, or his thick calves that made people seriously doubt whether he could still run, all of them made Lin En fully suspicious of the whereabouts of the people's money in North Wind Town.

Lin En was not a big hat, checking discipline, he was here to seek assistance.

In the name of the official law enforcer of [Steam City].

"Of course, Woden, oh~~ good luck Woden, famous Woden, you are looking for that cheap... ahem, is it the painter, Mr. Moriarty, I am happy to serve you."

"Say your damn but." Lin En simply glanced at the fat sheriff and read his true thoughts from his twitching and embarrassed expression.

"But... ahem, as you can see, I'm just a sheriff. There are many big shots these days. It's very unfortunate that the person you want to arrest is invited by several celebrities as a guest." The fat sheriff obviously didn't want to gamble with his future. If he enforced the law roughly, he, a rural sheriff, would be in trouble if anyone said anything afterwards.

Unless...

There is an important person who is willing to stand up, then he can only work under oppression from outsiders.

"..."

Lin En spent about half a second to understand the little idea of ​​the lower-level civil servants not to offend either side. He looked at the fat man without despising or feeling hateful, but just sighed at the wisdom of the lower-level people. There are policies from above and countermeasures from below. Sometimes the countermeasures can often open people's eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, a skinny and dark man who happened to pass by the place where the sheriff was having fun and drinking tea heard part of the conversation, like a spring in summer.

Xin Chazan.

The chieftain of the Mesolon region, or the ambassador, smiled as soon as he saw Lin En and decided to provide Lin En with some small help for the future of his motherland.

Today, he was not wearing a folk-style white robe, but a standard gentleman's striped shirt and suit jacket, and his thin and brown face was filled with a warm smile. The appearance of Xin Chazan, a diplomat, and the export of resources in the Mesolon region gave him the status he won.

"Mr. Lin En, do you mind if I provide a little help?" Xin Chazan's expression was a little humble, quite like the kind of person who gives money and licks his knees.

The young gentleman's eyes moved for a while and made a nod.

With the guarantee of Xin Chazan, a native leader who has some weight and is related to the stable output of resources such as oil and rare minerals, and Lin En's handsome but extremely indifferent expression of a law enforcer at this moment, the fat sheriff didn't say a word, put the slanted helmet on his head on the right cover, and called his men not far away to roll over to work.

From the eyes of those young people at the bottom who think they are capable and are eager to try, everyone can feel the heat that can turn cold water into hot water.

Apparently, the deeds of a certain law enforcer Antoine have spread. He helped the son of the Labor Party. It is obvious that he will be promoted and transferred to another place in the future!

Promotion and wealth.

No matter which workplace, this is a big thing that everyone cares about. As long as someone succeeds, someone will try to replicate it. Moreover, they will take the initiative to ignore the difficulties in replicating it, thinking that they should be able to do it.

In this regard, the fat sheriff's attitude is.

"Shh!"

The sound from the oily fat nose represents his disdain for the attentiveness of his subordinates. There is no such a good pie falling for them. Antoine, the lucky guy, has gained the friendship of big men, but that incident obviously also made him gain the disgust of some big men.

Transfer, transfer, huh!

You may be able to get credit, but you may not be able to spend it. It is better not to dream of currying favor with big shots, just like Antoine, wait for the opportunity and then seize the opportunity to provide help. Obviously, the current situation has nothing to do with the so-called opportunity. Mr. Lin En from the [Steam City], the spokesperson of the Russell family, this matter is as simple as blowing a breath for him, and his eyes are as firm as a revolver.

In the eyes of city gentlemen of this level, in the eyes of those entrepreneurs, they are not like rural nobles, who are extremely happy with flattery. In the eyes of this kind of people, there are only two kinds of people, valuable and worthless.

The fat law enforcement officer, who is extraordinarily sober in the world, feels that he is extremely lucky not to be taken to a place like a factory by a city gentleman with a smile, where he will vomit blood and wait to die after working for three years. In contrast, a country gentleman would at most come visit you with a whip and a wooden frame, which is considered extremely merciful.

Flattery?

"Chi~~"

The nasal sound that came out again expressed a sour, self-aware lament.

Linn didn't have the energy to pay attention to the envy of a certain law enforcement officer who couldn't eat the grapes. He was currently in a subtle emotion, which made him look uncomfortable with anyone, including those who followed him. There was a certain chief from the Mesolon region next to me.

"Mr. Xinchazan, I remember that you seemed to have introduced Woden to Mr. Raphael's salon banquet, right?"

"Yes." Xinchazan did not deny it. Even a blind man could feel that it was definitely not a good thing for Linn to find Woden at this moment.

"Can you tell me the reason?"

If Bill saw Linn's expression at this time, he would feel that it was very similar to the sharp and calm expression when he first participated in the interrogation record, not letting go of any possibility that fell into his eyes.