It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

In the face of life, Yamamoto's ugly bow is very real. Although it is out of place in this lobby, it fits in with its own temperament.

Chapter 347 Discussion in the Lobby

"Oh? I haven't seen you Sakura people for a long time. I didn't expect you to be so spineless now?"

The man in red, slouching in the middle, spoke again in a languid tone. Yamamoto's gaze instantly shifted to him. Although the man's tone was not intimidating at all, Yamamoto still trembled for some reason, as if he had seen a monster.

Yamamoto's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his mouth slightly open, and he made a flustered sound. Seeing this, the man in red muttered something, then straightened up and crossed his legs.

"Forget it. Mr. Yamamoto, can you tell us about Sakura and Rakutenka?"

Hearing this, Yamamoto stopped trembling as if he had been pardoned. Instead, he raised his hands high and bowed three times and nine times in front of him, shouting,

"Yes, I will tell you everything now."

Yamamoto, already injured, somehow found the strength to bang his head louder and louder, blood splattering. Even Bai Lin couldn't help but frown at this ugly scene. Even though she was used to seeing bloodshed, this was the first time she had seen someone being pushed to this extent.

After knocking his head for a while, Yamamoto continued to support himself with his hands and began to speak tremblingly.

"Actually, I'm just a small vendor selling Le Tianxiang... I only heard these things from hearsay, sir..."

The red-clothed man's eyes turned cold, and he used his other hand to support his neck, and knocked on the handle twice with his remaining hand.

"Selling Le Tianxiang is not just a small vendor. Also, it's best to just talk about the matter from now on. I don't want to hear anything extra."

"...Yes!" Yamamoto replied repeatedly, fearing the man in red would continue. So, he continued his narration.

"Some time ago, someone from our Lower City brought us some Le Tianxiang. It was under his instructions that this new commodity was distributed to us."

Yamamoto said this with a hint of anger on his face, "If the authorities hadn't agreed, this kind of stuff wouldn't have reached us!"

The red-dressed man's expression seemed to become more interested, and he said,

"Oh? What you're saying is that it's all your Ya Yu's fault, and you're not at fault at all?"

As soon as the question came out, Yamamoto's face froze again. He kowtowed like a rattle and pleaded in a very humble tone,

"I'm sorry, sir. I was wrong. I have a lot of problems too. I deserve to die. I deserve to..."

Yamamoto's words came to an abrupt end. The man in red slowly stepped down from the steps in front of him with a very calm attitude and walked in front of Yamamoto. Yamamoto seemed to have just noticed it now, raised his head and looked at the man in red.

"You deserve to die."

Although the red-dressed man had used a cold and murderous tone before, the murderous intent he exuded now startled even Bai Lin, who was sitting in the audience.

This guy... is quite unfathomable. He usually seems like a lazy person, but looking at this, he definitely seems like the type who would kill without blinking an eye.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yamamoto opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He remained frozen in this strange position. A few seconds later, blood slowly spilt out in a thin ring, and Yamamoto's head rolled to the ground. The officials around him retreated, and the man in red, who had done all this, slowly returned to his seat and sat down again.

"Father-in-law, please ask someone to clean it up."

The father-in-law standing in the distance was naturally accustomed to such scenes, and he calmly let people in. But the scholars could not bear such excitement, and it took a long time before they took their seats one by one.

Seeing the scene before him, Bai Lin couldn't help but glance at the man in red with a subtle look.

This guy... is quite impressive. He's reserved and seemingly casual, but when he gets into a fight, he's incredibly capable. Judging by the respect he receives from everyone, he's probably not only incredibly skilled, but also quite adept at politics.

With such a leader, Qianhong should be quite safe, right? Why is the debate so heated here? With such a great leader, discussions should be quick, right?

The man in red, noticing Bai Lin's gaze, returned a kind look, but Bai Lin felt a chill run down her spine and turned away. It wasn't that the man in red was deliberately trying to intimidate her, but Kong had been looking at her with that same gaze quite a bit over the past year.

This kindness wasn't just a simple gesture of goodwill. It was like looking at a pet. When they cast that kind of gaze, they were already planning how to torture their target. That was why Bai Lin avoided this gaze.

...I'm just here to gather information, please don't disgust me.

The man in red didn't seem to look at Bai Lin anymore, but sat down lazily again, his eyes looking at the dome. The man in purple couldn't help but say,

"Sir...is it really okay for you to kill an important witness like this?"

Indeed, wouldn't it be impossible to prove the crime if someone killed someone directly? Bai Lin also agreed with this in his heart. The man in red, who was called the young master, didn't even look at the man in purple, and continued to speak leisurely.

"Now that I've figured things out and I'm tired of seeing him, I can just kill him. Besides..."

The young master waved his hand casually and said in a raised tone,

"If we, Qianhong, want to intimidate Sakura, do we need such roundabout things as witnesses?"

Arrogant, extremely arrogant, yet presented in the most casual manner. Bai Lin immediately concluded that this person was completely different from Kong, a person who was arrogant to the core. But for some reason, although his words sounded arrogant, they also made people feel very weighty.

It’s like... the so-called cherry blossoms are just like ants in his eyes.

"But, sir, we can't confront them directly. Even if we send envoys to negotiate directly, if we send our own people, they will probably only create a public image that they are intimidated by us... and the political atmosphere in Camitlan will be unfavorable to us."

Another man in purple, Long Yuesi's father, spoke very calmly.

Chapter 348 Favorable

The young master took a step forward and stood up, pretending to think deeply for a moment, then quickly turned around and looked at Bai Lin again.

"Isn't there an outsider here who can be used?"

Bai Lin's eyes were dull, but it was as if he had expected this guy to do this. At this moment, Bai Lin's heart was as calm as water, with only one thought in his mind, which was: Hey, so this is what he meant by looking at me just now.

"Her? She's just a woman, not to mention an outsider. Can she be trusted?"

The man with the rat-beard was the first to raise doubts. It was obvious that he seemed quite aggressive towards women. Bai Lin looked at him expressionlessly and said,

"Although I'm a woman, I've never been vague when it comes to doing things. Since I've accepted the commission to figure this out, I must do it beautifully. You just happen to have such a need, so for us... isn't it a win-win situation?"

The surrounding scholars started discussing, and Long Yuesi's father, who was sitting in a high seat, was furious for some reason and stood up.

"Nonsense! It's fine if you're an outsider investigating Le Tianxiang, but why are you interfering in our Qianhong's affairs? We're lucky enough to let you in here, so don't be ungrateful and get out now!"

Seeing Long Yuesi's father's change of his previous mature and steady image and his attitude of helping Bai Lin, how could Bai Lin, who had been working for a year, not see through his intentions? You know, usually, whenever Bai Lin's thinking was a little inactive, Kong or Katie would take the opportunity to scold him.

Bai Lin also adjusted his expression, stood up, and said to Long Yuesi's father,

"Don't worry. I work in a dangerous profession, and I'm not afraid of going into someone else's territory. Besides—"

Bai Lin frowned, put on an exaggerated expression, clenched his fists and raised them in front of him, shouting angrily,

"What are you so arrogant about, Sakura? How dare you sell this kind of stuff? Don't you want to live?"

In her previous world, Bai Lin's hometown had a dispute with the so-called "cherry blossoms." Now that she had arrived in this alien world, she had originally intended to view this people in this world as objectively as possible, but the current situation had already touched her bottom line.

As an upright person, one should not harm the lives of others for personal gain. Even when smoking, one should choose a place with fewer people to avoid harming others. Bai Lin smoked in Kong's shop because she knew full well that it would have no effect on Kong.

Are people who engage in such activities simply for the sake of huge profits and a small amount of money still human? Moreover, in the current precarious situation of humanity.

Bai Lin didn't think that users were completely innocent. They might be driven by greed, a desire for pleasure, or perhaps other reasons. But there was no doubt that, in her experience, the problem with drug traffickers was far greater.

Tattoos, wallpaper, drinks—they used methods ranging from fraud and forced consumption to shenanigans, truly devoid of any evil. They acted recklessly, doing whatever they could to avoid being caught, dragging more people into their traps and buying their wares. This was Bai Lin's understanding. Even in another world, she hated such people just the same.

What's more, it is a nation with a lot of "criminal records" that wants to sell this kind of thing.

Not sure if it was because of the tone or Bai Lin's fierce eyes, the scholars around him fell silent. Only the young master clapped his hands casually, walked to Bai Lin's side, and said to Long Yuesi's father,

"Did you hear that, Mr. Long? She's already said that. Isn't she the savior of the world? Just believe her."

At this moment, Bai Lin was really passionate and wanted to settle this matter, but what he said just now was mainly a reflection of his temperament. If he weighed it carefully...what if Sakura took direct action because he was an outsider? Wouldn't it be very disadvantageous for him?

She was definitely acting as a bridge to communicate, rather than unilaterally acting as Qianhong's envoy. This also meant that Qianhong would not openly protect her. So...

Wouldn’t it be a loss if you don’t take some money?

Bai Lin loosened his clenched fists, closed his eyes and thought for a while, but quickly opened his eyes and said,

"Well, leave it all to me."

It costs a lot of money to suppress the Sakura people, go to the pedestrian avenue, and stop this kind of thing.

This wasn't just a simple sense of justice. After all, Bai Lin was now almost indifferent to life and death. Even if she fell into the tiger's mouth, it would only be excruciating pain and a loss of experience... But even so, she should be able to move this matter forward, so her death wouldn't be in vain. After weighing the pros and cons, she didn't feel she had lost out.

Seeing Bai Lin's resolute answer, which looked like a man of justice, the young master immediately smiled and patted Bai Lin on the shoulder and said,

"Good! I admire you very much. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Bai Lin could clearly hear that the second half of the sentence was in a teasing tone, but she didn't care about it, because it seemed that this young man was just like that. She smiled slightly, looked at the young man sideways and replied,

"Excuse me, Bai Lin."

The young master immediately smiled even more happily, saying, "This little girl knows Chinese quite well," as he walked back to his seat. The other scholars also took their seats, and Bai Lin also sat back down.

"Now that we've concluded our discussion today, let Miss Bai Lin handle this matter. You'll handle the palace affairs, just use my name."

The young master pointed at the purple-robed man. He didn't look too satisfied with the result, but he nodded and said,

"Yes."

"Mr. Long, don't you know Bai Lin? Then, you and I will explain to her what she should do. I have worked as an adventurer for a while, and there are some things you can't learn in this industry."

As he spoke, the young master brought up Bai Lin again. While Bai Lin wasn't sure what "something adventurers couldn't learn" specifically meant, this was her first time negotiating with someone of such importance. This reminded her of stories about neutral adventurers maintaining relationships across the land, and she felt a little nervous.

Let's ask Sora later and not bother Katie anymore, she seems to be quite busy.

Long Yuesi's father nodded slightly, then said to the young master,

"Such a small matter, I can handle it alone, why bother you?"

The young master smiled and waved his hands, saying, "No, no, no, I really like this interesting girl. Wouldn't it be boring if I don't personally help her grow a little bit?"

Chapter 349 Red Party

Bai Lin didn't care too much about these words. She was a person who didn't care about other people's negative comments. Even though this young man obviously looked down on her, Bai Lin's heart remained calm.

The matter was discussed and the scholars left one after another, and the tables and chairs were cleared away, leaving only one table standing in the hall. Long Yuesi's father and Bai Lin sat opposite each other. The young man, on the other hand, sat casually against the wall, observing all this with great interest.

Bai Lin glanced at him briefly. The way this young man had looked at him earlier, it was as if he had already planned his plans for him. Perhaps from the moment they'd exchanged glances, he'd already been clearly planned out. The thought of this was rather frightening.

However, she had no complaints about having such a smart person in charge in a place like Qianhong.

"First, let me confirm this, Miss Bai Lin. According to my daughter, you are indeed a remarkable adventurer, but this matter will not only require your usual courage and strength as an adventurer, but also some speaking skills."

Long Yuesi's father spoke in a calm tone. He stroked his beard and continued to look at Bai Lin and said,

"I'm not saying that adventurers can't talk, but exchanges at the negotiation table are very different from your bargaining. Of course, judging by the current situation, you're quite calm in the face of pressure and aura, so you probably don't need to learn that. However, you may need to work on your rhetoric and the loopholes in your words."

Bai Lin looked at Long Yuesi's father with a hint of surprise. Had he even glanced at him during the discussion in the lobby? In just such a short time, he'd already seen through his aura. As expected, elderly men who looked respected were usually quite skilled.

She nodded slightly, but she did not completely agree with Mr. Long's statement.

"As for my speaking skills... I've been through some practice. For some reason, I negotiated with Lord Noliel before, so I have some experience."

"Oh?" This time it was Mr. Long's turn to be surprised, but he quickly recovered and continued to reply,

"In that case, it should be foolproof to draft the content of the negotiation. Although I know you are not from Qianhong, I'd still like to ask first just in case—"

Mr. Long changed the subject and pushed his teacup forward on the long ebony table. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Are you affiliated with the Red Party?"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Even the young man sitting nearby squinted his eyes and leaned forward, seeming to be very interested in the answer to the question. Although Mr. Long had pushed the teacup out, he still kept his hand on it.

The tea leaves sank evenly, leaving the tea water calm. Bai Lin looked at the bottom of the teacup and was surprised to find that it was just a cup of coarse tea, with a lot of tea residue scattered around and the leaves were also large and thick.

The tea leaves weren't particularly good, but even a layman like Bai Lin could tell at a glance that the teacup was expensive. In such an environment, pouring out such a cup of tea, not even tasting it himself, but instead pushing it in front of Bai Lin, what was the meaning of this?

Bai Lin pondered for a moment, then slowly stretched out her hand and took the teacup. The tea wasn't clear, but it was bright enough to reflect her face. She drank it all without hesitation, then leaned forward slightly, looking at Mr. Long with a serious look, and replied,

"I don't know what the so-called Red Party is. I hope to hear it from you."

Before the tea even flowed down his throat and the words escaped his lips, Bai Lin had already figured out the meaning of this cup of tea. It was clearly a hint at Bai Lin's identity. No matter how formidable an adventurer, he would likely be looked down upon in a place like this. Political affairs were never something that could be influenced by the mere force of one individual.

This cup of coarse tea is packaged in a golden cup. On the one hand, it is a hint to Bai Lin to let go of his pride, and on the other hand, it is also a hint to Bai Lin.

In Bai Lin's hometown, the tea ceremony is accessible to everyone, high and low. From the simplest tea to the most refined tea, it's all part of the tea ceremony. Encompassing humility and propriety, generosity and joy, the tea ceremony embraces many cultures, and this is also true of this land.

Therefore, this also implies to Bai Lin that "the rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of every man." Mr. Long is asking whether Bai Lin has such a level of awareness.

As for the answer, Bai Lin has already given it very clearly.

"I don't understand anything, but I can learn." This is what Bai Lin meant.

Mr. Long continued to stare at Bai Lin for a few seconds, while the young master beside him also showed a satisfied smile. Mr. Long glanced at the young master, saw his expression, sighed, and turned to Bai Lin again.

"Then let me explain briefly. The Red Party is an organization formed by a group of communist advocates in Upper City. Their original intention was to give the people a greater voice, but the organization wasn't well-organized and there were many negative voices. Therefore, it's difficult to send their people to Sakura to negotiate."

Bai Lin nodded thoughtfully.

"I understand. They're worried about being used politically."

"I'm glad you understand." Mr. Long replied simply, and then he began to briefly explain to Bai Lin the ins and outs of the incident.

In recent years, Sakura has repeatedly expressed interest in breaking away from Chihong, interacting with some residents of the Lower Town and occasionally ignoring Chihong's suggestions. While this time is similar, the implications are completely different. Their disobedience, hoarding and selling Rakutenxiang, has already impacted numerous surrounding areas, impacting far more than just Chihong.

"...If we attack head-on, the masters behind these dogs might become restless. We don't fear war, but humanity shouldn't fight to the death."

When Mr. Long said this, his eyes wandered, and he seemed a little lonely. Bai Lin knew very well what Mr. Long was thinking. He must be thinking,