No, where does this portal come from?

...Even in an event like the Day of Ashes, we have to give in in the face of the huge interests between the two cities.

The upper city needs to appease the people in the upper city, and the lower city needs to appease the people in the lower city.

Only if both sides remain calm can the cause of the Upper City oligarchs remain unaffected.

The opportunity for the people in the upper city to calm down was the news released by the parliament.

The opportunity for the people in the lower city to calm down was that Vandel returned to the bottom city safely.

While the two were talking, heavy and steady footsteps were heard outside the courtyard.

Lin Yan, who had identified the source of the footsteps, looked towards the courtyard gate, a smile curling his lips: "Hey? Look, your good brother who you've been thinking about...is here!"

Lin Yan glanced sideways at the courtyard gate, then turned his gaze to fall on Hilco.

"Why? Want to meet your good brother?"

Hearing this, Hilco hurriedly shook his head.

"Why don't you hurry up and go inside? Wait for me to carry you in?"

Before Lin Yan could finish his words, Hilco quickly stood up and ran into the house.

When he opened the door, he made eye contact with the two little guys who were peeking through the crack in the door...

The five of them looked at each other and the scene was extremely awkward.

Hilco: “…”

Blast: "∑(ι?Дン)ノ"

Wei: “(;?°?ω°?)”

"Make room." Hilco hid in the room and turned to whisper to Wei and Baobao.

The two little guys standing not far away looked at each other, blinked, and nodded in agreement.

Then, the three of them "joined in cahoots" and lay down through the crack of the door, observing the situation outside.

Outside the yard, footsteps were getting closer.

Not long after, Vander, wearing a brown leather jacket and black trousers, pushed the door open and walked in.

In his hand, he was holding a bulging brown paper bag.

At this time, Vander was even a little fatter than before, and it seemed that he had not suffered any injustice after being taken away.

So all the clothes on his body are clean, and the leather jacket on his upper body is specially oiled and maintained.

Vander strode into the yard and sat down on the stone bench opposite Lin Yan very consciously.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Hilco taking a sip of tea in front of him.

The tea is still hot and the cup is half full.

It just happened to be the place where I sat casually...

Thinking of this, Vander's movements suddenly froze, and a few guesses began to arise in his mind...

Could it be that Lin Yan knew I was coming, so he had already prepared tea and was waiting for me to sit down?

Hiss—if that's really the case...

Horror!

So scary! !

Chapter 15 Fan Qiqiang: I... want to change Dicheng!

The setting sun at noon stretched the outline of the pavilion's eaves into a slender shape. The wisteria flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and the lavender petals occasionally fell beside the teacup on the stone table.

In the pavilion, two figures sat opposite each other, communicating with each other from time to time.

Vander's calloused hands were placing the items in the paper bag one by one, and the silk-wrapped gift boxes made a slight sound as they collided with the rough stone table.

When he pushed the gift box with the Philos family crest in front of Lin Yan, a few grains of sugar fell from the gap between the paper bag, reflecting tiny spots of light on the bluestone table.

"Fifty silver in exchange for a few palm-sized cream honey cakes." He curled his lips, and the veins on his bronze neck throbbed slightly: "If the people of Piltover could, I'm afraid they would put a price on the air for sale!" He said jokingly.

"Although this cake is a bit pricey, it tastes really good! It's so much better than the desserts in Bocheng."

After he took the gift box out of the paper bag, the other gifts underneath the box were also revealed.

"There are also Sun Gate salt-baked conch, clockwork pocket watch chocolates, and brass pipe scones..."

"These are all local specialties I brought back from Upper City. Mr. Lin, you can try them all."

Vander placed the contents of the paper bag on the table, listing them all. Although these items were nothing to Lin Yan, it was obvious that they were a considerable expense for him.

After all, the 'local specialties' that Vandel brought back this time were things that only the upper city nobles could eat.

Even ordinary people who usually go to the city have to save money for a while before they make up their minds to try it.

Just like the honey cream cake he brought back, Lin Yan might not even have looked at it when he was on Earth.

Isn't it just some cream squeezed on the honey cake?

What's there to eat...

But in Piltover, a city-state that values ​​patents more than anything else.

The Firos family, to which Qing Gangying belongs, bought the patent for the honey cream cake and used it as a "noble dessert."

Because of this, the price of the cake, which originally had little cost, has skyrocketed.

Lin Yan glanced at the dazzling array of Shangcheng specialties on the table and finally pushed the specialties in front of him back. "Did you bring these things to see me specifically?"

The breeze lifted the wisteria curtain.

In the mottled light and shadow, Vandel's Adam's apple rolled.

The man who used to speak with his fists suddenly straightened his back, his eyes as determined as a soldier about to jump out of a trench: "No... This time, I came here specifically to ask Mr. Lin for help."

"beg me?"

"That's right!"

"Mr. Lin, I want to change Bocheng!"

After he finished speaking, Fandel raised his head, and his pair of eyes, as fierce as a wolf's, now also had a bit of wisdom.

"Ever since I studied the Art of War you gave me..."

"Wait! Did you really read those two books?" Lin Yan suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth.

At this moment, he seemed to see: at night, the tattooed Vander was studying the art of war under the light of an alchemical gas lamp... This scene was like a wine barrel dancing ballet.

"That's right! During the time I was taken away, I carefully read the two books that Mr. Lin gave me."

“The contents of those two books were very profound to me, but they also benefited me greatly.

Every time I read it, I have new experiences and insights.

I also understood the predicament facing Dicheng and how foolish my previous impulsive bridge-rushing operation was! "

He clenched his fists tightly, and as he spoke, his nails dug into his palms out of self-blame, oozing out traces of blood.

But soon, Fandel raised his head and his expression returned to normal.

This is also a truth he learned from the book.

People should learn to hide their emotions.

"Through it, I understood the principle from Sun Tzu's Art of War: 'The best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans; the next best is to attack his alliances; the next best is to attack his troops.'"

"In the struggles between the Upper City and the Lower City, the power wielded by the Upper City was overwhelming. Most of the Lower City's people had not received a systematic education, so every struggle ended in failure."

"What Dicheng needs is a trade war, not a bloody bridge battle."

"So, if you want to change the current situation, you can't just rely on force! You have to rely on your brain! Rely on strategy!" As he said this, Vander stretched out his index finger and knocked on his head.

This scene made Lin Yan's expression even weirder.

This is wrong!

This is wrong! !

Did this old guy really listen to what I said?

A chef stopped reading recipes and started reading military tactics! ?

Also, what’s with this déjà vu feeling of Sun Tzu’s Art of War?

Didn't you make an appearance?

Fan Del has become Fan Qiqiang?

Is this still the Battle of the Two Cities?! No, where did this portal come from?!

Although he was madly complaining in his heart about Vander's sudden transformation into a wise man, Lin Yan still forced himself to control his expression with the expression management technique.

"Well...Fan Qi...Fandel, please continue..." Lin Yan pretended to be serious and nodded with a straight face, looking like he was in deep thought.

Seeing this, Fandel thought Lin Yan was thinking about what he said, so he continued: "First, I need Mr. Lin's help."

“If we want to change the current situation in Bocheng, trade is essential.

But I’ve been trapped in Bottom City all my life, and my horizons are only so broad, so I want you to be Bottom City’s trade consultant…” Fandel’s eyes were blazing, and his gaze was particularly determined.

"So you want me to choose something suitable for you and the Upper City to trade with? And let me be one of the leaders in this trade?"

"Yes."

"Only by accumulating wealth quickly can we have the power to fight against the upper city! Only then can we change this place..." There was a gleam in Vandel's eyes.

Facing Vandel's self-centered words, Lin Yan calmly flicked his fingers to remove the wisteria petals that had fallen on the gift box.

After a long silence, Lin Yan, who was sitting in the shadows, slowly raised his head.

"Vandel, you think... I'm a philanthropist?"

"The previous times I helped you and gave you books, I considered that a good relationship, but this time—" Lin Yan's slender fingertips traced the gilded emblem of the Ferros family, and finally turned to Fandel in front of him: "What are you going to give me?"

Lin Yan's narrowed eyes opened a slit.

The sudden question really took him by surprise.

He had never thought about this question...

From the beginning to the end, Vander never thought that Lin Yan would ask for benefits from him.

Perhaps because of Lin Yan's repeated help, he really thought that Lin Yan would help him for free in the future.

But if you think about it, who would help a stranger over and over again for no apparent reason? Not to mention a stranger, even a brother wouldn't do that!

Think for a moment.

Vandel made up his mind.

As long as Lin Yan’s request is not too excessive, he will agree!

After all... everything is for the bottom city!

Even if... I have to sacrifice myself!

Thinking of this, Fandel looked at Lin Yan firmly: "Instead of asking what I can give, it's better to ask what Mr. Lin wants?"

"What do you want? Haha..." Lin Yan chuckled when he heard this question, stood up and made a gesture of a master carrying his back.

Not far away, Vander looked at Lin Yan quietly.

Although he felt a little confused, he just felt that Lin Yan was extremely sophisticated at this moment!

Lin Yan was seen standing tall and straight, his whole body bathed in sunlight, the sunlight and shadow intertwined, making him look like a silhouette.

The cold wind blew, and the hair fluttered.

He tilted his head slightly, already thinking of how to pull Vandel onto the ship.

Black eyes met Fandel's: "Fandel, your vision is too narrow..."

"What did you ask me for?"

"Okay, I'll answer you now."

"I want you!"