The years when I would transform

Mortals also had black lines on their faces. Although Wang Xiao's MLM-style speech was inspiring, it seemed a bit excessive. Seeing that the third child of the Tyr tribe was so stimulated that he wanted to commit suicide.

He quickly stood up to smooth things over, "Brother Hunger, don't be impulsive. Your mother definitely hopes that you can live a good life and not commit suicide like this."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wang Xiao quickly agreed: "Your mother definitely hopes that you can become an upright man and lead the Taier tribe to glory. You can't mess around."

Xiong'er gradually calmed down when the two said this. He wiped his tears and looked up at Wang Xiao and Mortal, "You are right, I can't just give up my life like this. I want to do it for my mother. For the Taier people, work hard and fight!"

Good guy, Xiong'er can only think about hard work and struggle now. It seems that Wang Xiao's speech was very successful.

Wang Xiao and Fanren breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this. They were really worried that these three honest Taier tribesmen would get out of their minds and cause a tragedy that would make people laugh or cry.

"Lao San, you are right!"

Xiong Mao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "We can't just wait for death. We have to fight for the future of our people. Brother Wang Xiao, mortal brothers, thank you for waking us up. From today on, we, Tyr Our clan will no longer be bullied by others, and we must work hard for our future!”

Wang Xiao and the mortals looked at each other and smiled. The Tyr tribe had taken the first step to change their destiny. This was also an important step for them to stand out among foreign forces.

"But, what should we do?" Xiongda sat down with a frown, like a child.

Wang Xiao looked at Mortal, who picked up a glass of drink, took a sip, and said: "There are one hundred and twenty-three cities in the foreign land, built by one hundred and twenty-three races, but in addition, there are There are thousands of small towns, and our Tire brothers are spread all over the foreign land, and they all work at the lowest level of society. This is where your strength lies."

Huanda scratched his head and asked, "What power do we have?"

The mortal smiled and said, "There once was a gang on our planet, known as the largest gang in the world. Guess what the identities of the gang members are?"

"The biggest gang in the world?" Xiong'er took a breath of air and said with some envy: "Those must be elites in various industries, and they are all powerful people."

"Wrong, absolutely wrong." The mortal shook his head and explained mysteriously: "They are all beggars."

"Beggars?" Hungda and Hunger exclaimed at the same time, with disbelief on their faces.

Only then did Wang Xiao understand why mortals wanted to win over the Taier tribe. The Taier tribe was equivalent to the beggar gang. Although they had a low status, they had people all over the foreign land. At the same time, they were in contact with people at the bottom of society. Their gossip was the most important. Well-informed.

"Yes, beggars." The mortal nodded and continued: "Don't underestimate these beggars. Although they have a low social status, they are numerous and can be found in every corner of the city. They have the most contact with people at the bottom of society. Therefore, we have the most information and the most timely information. This is our advantage..."

"...So we need to form an intelligence organization that can find people, find things, and sell all kinds of information."

The three brothers were stunned. They could not understand this proposal at all.

In their view, beggars are just a group of homeless people begging on the streets. How could they form such an influential organization?

Mortals knew the truth well. He explained: "Don't underestimate this proposal. In fact, this idea has great potential. First of all, you Tyrians are all over the foreign land, and they mainly work at the lowest level of society. Your job means that you have contact with all kinds of people and can get a lot of information that others cannot get. This is your advantage..."

"... Forming an intelligence organization for searching for people and objects and all kinds of information can provide convenience for various races and scattered people in foreign lands. You can help others find the people or things they need by collecting, organizing and passing on information. Collecting a certain fee as remuneration will not only increase your economic income, but also increase your influence in foreign lands."

Wang Xiao also added: "Through this organization, we can also unite the power of the Taier people and form a closer group. This will not only improve self-protection capabilities, but also win more rights and interests."

Wei Yan was stunned for a while. Roaring Sky Dog was better. He at least understood the mortal's plan. As for Wei Yan...

Forget it, he is just as stupid as the three Tyr brothers.

Mortal words echoed in the ears of the three brothers, and they felt as if they were being drawn into a huge, tempting vortex. They were unable to extricate themselves, and they were unwilling to break away from this charming vortex.

"Mortal brother, you tell us what to do, we listen to you..." Hungda looked at the mortal seriously, his eyes full of expectation.

"We need to establish a central organization as the core of our organization. This organization will be responsible for receiving, sorting and distributing messages from all over the world." The mortal opened the foreign map and pointed to an inconspicuous town on the map, "I have checked , this town is a multi-ethnic town, the housing prices there are not expensive, and the races are mixed. The rich people don’t bother to set foot in such a small place, which just gives us room for development.”

"We can set up a headquarters there and recruit some potential tribesmen for training so that they can become our core members." The mortal paused and continued, "These people will be the cornerstone of our intermediary organization. We must find The most reliable person.”

Having said this, Mortal looked at Xiongda. Xiongda understood Mortal's meaning and vowed, "Don't worry about this. We will definitely choose the most reliable person."

Hunger suddenly asked: "But, how should we pass on the information we collected?"

This is indeed a problem. If a message is transmitted through the cosmic network, it can easily be intercepted by others.

"I have already thought about this problem." The mortal smiled slightly and took out a communicator from the ring. "This is the communicator I brought from the earth. Although it cannot be used directly here, we can transform it and make it. Our own communicator.”

"Our own communicator?" The three brothers looked at each other. It's not that they had never thought of counterfeiting the communicator, but the project was too big. With their current technology and resources, it was almost an impossible task.

Is this thing so easy to make?

Developing your own communication network without going through the cosmic network is tantamount to taking food from a tiger's mouth.

The cosmic network is jointly controlled by the three major races. All public star domain networks are monopolized by the cosmic network. They control the core technology. Any attempt to bypass them and establish an independent communication network will undoubtedly challenge their authority. .

"Mortal brother, your idea is very bold, but we must also admit that the difficulty and risk are very high." Hungda reminded cautiously, "If we fail, we may attract suppression from the three major races. Neither of our communities can afford this kind of oppression."