Siheyuan: I am not Xu Damao

Xu Damao quickly thought of the Illuminati.

But he didn't know much about the Illuminati.

I don't even know if it actually exists.

Before traveling through time, I had learned a little bit about it on the Internet.

Xu Damao said calmly.

"Sir Field, these symbols look interesting."

"However, I don't quite understand, what is the purpose of showing these to me?"

"Xu, if you can incorporate these elements into your design."

"I can guarantee that you will become the world king of fashion."

"King of the world?"

"It sounds very tempting, but in my opinion, it's more like trying to paint a pie for me."

"Drawing a pie? What do you mean?"

"Simply put, it was to make unrealistic promises to induce me to serve them."

“Also, I didn’t understand the meaning of the patterns and I didn’t think I could incorporate them into my designs.”

"Xu, it was my negligence. I still have two documents here."

"After you read it, you will know that I am not who you said... Yes, I am a big pie."

Xu Damao once again took the document Field said.

One is the same equity contract as Daisy, and the other is ff's equity contract.

The contents of these documents, to put it bluntly, wanted Xu Damao to become their migrant worker.

It's just that the endorsing families are a bit scary. The names of Rockefeller, Rothschild and other families all appear at the end of the document.

Xu Damao was looking at the documents, and Field was also observing Xu Damao's expression.

When he didn't notice Xu Damao's intention to move, Field continued.

"Xu, I know that in your hometown there is a saying that it is better to make a chicken head than a phoenix tail."

"Actually, a chicken is a chicken, and a phoenix is ​​a phoenix."

"This is a different world, a different realm."

"The difference in the level of thinking determines the difference in height."

"The difference in thinking height determines all-round differences."

Xu Damao did not object to Field's words, on the contrary, he agreed with them.

Phoenix tail can choose to be a chicken head at any time. Once it becomes a chicken head, it is also the best.

It is basically impossible for a chicken head to become a phoenix tail.

The two are not in the same dimension. The environment, resources, etc. are all very different.

However, Xu Damao was systematic and gained nearly half a century of experience.

Chicken heads and phoenix tails are all nonsense.

Just make phoenix head or dragon head, wouldn't it be fragrant?

"Sir Field, I agree with you."

Xu Damao waved the document on his hand and continued.

"However, I will not sign either document."

"We can consider cooperation, but you want me to serve you."

"Haha, I can only say that you are overthinking. What you promised is only a matter of time for me."

"And what you want to take away is my personal freedom."

"Although time is very precious to everyone, freedom is even more addictive, what do you think? Sir Field."

"Xu, this is not just a matter of time."

"You should understand the truth. Sometimes, for some families, if they are not friends, they can only be enemies."

"I understand what you mean, but we will always be friends, what do you think?"

"Of course, Xu."

"Sometimes talent trumps everything, but there are always people who don't care about it, and there's nothing I can do about it."

What Field said is indeed true to his heart. Those who engage in art will always be more emotional.

But, as he said, he doesn't have much say.

Xu Damao nodded and continued.

"You must know "Freedom and Love" by the Hungarian poet Petofi."

"Life is precious, but love is more expensive. If it is for freedom, both can be thrown away."

"Sir Field, when I was young, my hometown was experiencing invasion and war."

"Freedom is very precious to me."

"As for the enemies you mentioned, haha, those who can't kill me will eventually be destroyed by me."

"Xu, I knew I was not a qualified lobbyist."

"Then please take care of yourself."

After saying this, Sir Field left.

Although he likes Xu Damao's fashion and his music.

But this was not enough for him to become friends with Xu Damao.

Xu Damao didn't really regard Field as a friend.

Chinese people value tolerance and tolerance, but that is only for their own people.

After staying in Eagle Country for another week, Xu Damao arranged for Qiong and Lou Xiaoe to return to Xiangjiang first.

And he himself went directly to Madagascar, according to the original plan.

Mr. Zhuang's team should have arrived.

On the way to Madagascar, Xu Damao thought a lot.

Originally I only went there for oil, but now I may have to change.

The Illuminati has such a big name, Xu Damao still needs to be cautious.

Let alone the Illuminati, even he would not dare to go back to the East now.

You can tell by looking at the system. Before he came to Xiangjiang, the system was completely cautious.

Although the rewards given were practical, compared to now, they were nothing short of heaven and earth.

Not to mention that when you get to Eagle Country, the space will be directly enlarged.

Therefore, Xu Damao locked his battle with the Illuminati in Africa.

This is both a game and a war.

A war game in which Xu Damao led the African people to fight against the Illuminati.

Just when Xu Damao was on his way to Madagascar.

The team arranged by Mr. Zhuang has arrived in Antananarivo, the capital of Madagascar.

The aborigines call it the City of Thousand Warriors.

There is a thin middle-aged man in this team, who is eagerly waiting for Xu Damao's arrival.

Just a month ago.

The middle-aged man's father suddenly found him.

He originally thought that he would be driven back to China, but he didn't expect that his father would arrange for him to come here.

This middle-aged man is actually Mr. Zhuang’s son.

In the 50s, he was sent to school in China by Mr. Zhuang.

But he, who was already frail, was assigned to a remote mountain village after graduation.

This caused him to suffer from illnesses all year round. When he and Mr. Zhuang proposed to go abroad for treatment.

However, he was scolded by Mr. Zhuang, and as a result, he could only secretly return to Xiangjiang.

But he was afraid that Mr. Zhuang would find out, so he worked alone outside to earn money for medical treatment.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhuang knew everything he did.

To this day, he still remembers the conversation between his father.

"Jingye, have you recovered from your illness now?"

"It's alright, Father."

"I'm sorry, father."

"You are not sorry for me, you are sorry for the Chinese blood in you."

"I let you go back because I hope you can serve the motherland."

"But you became a deserter."

"No, father, I'm not a deserter. I just want to be cured. I don't want to wait to die. Why can we talk about serving the motherland after we die?"