He jumped out of the carriage, touched the two big beards on his upper lip with force, and gently twisted them at the end of the beard, making the beard look more upside down. Hesen hummed a light tune and walked into the magnificent Tulun Port City Hall with the steady steps that the nobles should have.

More than a dozen guards separated four people to follow Hesen, while the others surrounded the carriage, walked around the city hall building and headed to the special parking lot behind.

Along the way, many people bowed to Hesen from a distance.

Ordinary employees of the city hall, small officials from various departments, small merchants who come to the city hall to do business, small boat owners, small nobles, and small rich men who sell wine, olive oil, fruits, and vegetables around Tulun Port.

When I see Hesen, no one dares to neglect.

"Good morning, Master Weitu!"

"You look amazing today, Master Weitu!"

"I wish you a perfect day, Mr. Vitu."

Hesen nodded and greeted these attentive people. The Vitu family had a deep foundation in Tulun Port, and many of these people had close relationships with the Vitu family.

Walking through the spacious first-floor lobby of the city hall and going up the stairs to the sixth floor of the city hall, a lean middle-aged man was standing at the entrance of the stairs, frowned, and was smoking a pungent mixed tobacco.

Behind the thin man, at the end of a spacious corridor, there were noises in the half-open gate, and someone could hear anger roaring, and even someone was slapping the table.

"Hesen." The thin man raised his hand and greeted Hesen.

"Model." Hesen picked up his beard in surprise: "Has the great Mu lost his way today? Did he rise from the west today? Dear Master Wells, don't you have to wait until all of us gather to come late to reflect your status?"

Hessen walked to the lean man Model, reached out, gestured on his chest, and then grinned.

The position of his gesture was as high as Model's.

Model is a typical native of Tulum Port, only a little over five feet and five inches tall. Standing next to Hessen, he looks particularly short and shriveled. The tall and burly Hessen's movement is undoubtedly a malicious provocation.

Behind Model, several men were sitting lazily on the rest chair against the wall. When Hesen saw this movement, he suddenly tensed his body and stood up, and walked two steps towards him with fierce eyes.

These men were wearing horse boots, wearing brown canvas hunting pants, long-sleeved white cotton shirts, and black and yellow leather vests on the outside. Each of them had a colorful antique, very old age, with exquisite and gorgeous workmanship, and inlaid with various pearls, gems and silver-inlaid belts.

This is a typical style of Kasica, and Kasica people are synonymous with the local forces in Tulun Port.

The four guards behind Hesen quickly passed over Hesen. They were wearing a whole set of hunting suits and grinned, lifted up their coats, revealing the muskets and swords hanging around their waists.

Both sides did not say a word, but the atmosphere became extremely tense, and there was a stance of fighting with disagreement.

Hessen and Model did not restrain themselves from guarding themselves. The two families fought in public and fought privately, which was a tradition that lasted for many years. The Vitu family could reach its current scale, and they bite it from the local forces led by the Wells family in blood.

There is bloody hatred between the two sides, so there is no need to pretend to be hypocritical.

Model smoked a large gulp, and mixed tobacco made with tobacco, rosemary and betel leaves in a certain proportion, which stimulated and refreshed the spirit. It is said that it can also drive away parasites in the body. This is a tradition of the Jiasicans.

It’s just that the taste of this mixed tobacco is extremely bad, and no one can stand this flavor except the real old Jiasica people.

Hessen took out a large cigar and held it in his mouth, put it in front of Model: "Put it on fire, so you are here to wait for me today. Tell me, maybe it will work, who knows?"

Model stood on tiptoe slightly, took a few breaths, and the cigarette in his mouth suddenly lit up. Hesen's cigar cigarette came to the fire of the cigarette. Hesen also took a few sips vigorously and lit the cigar with the fire.

This is a tacit understanding, which means that Hessen is willing to give Moder a face, and he is willing to waste some time and hear what this old opponent wants to say.

The Vitu family and the Wells family are undoubtedly mortal enemies, but as both members of the seven-member committee of Tulum Port, sometimes, Hessen and Model are inevitably joined forces to do something.

For example, we will join forces to stuff some "River Crossing Dragon" who do not know the sky and earth and want to divide a glass of profit from Tulun Port into the beer barrel, inject enough volcanic cement into it, and throw it into the deep sea outside Tulun Port.

There are many precedents for this kind of cooperation.

The seven-member Committee has the final say. In addition to the seven-member Committee, the mayor of the Tulum Port City Hall and even the Tulum Port are equivalent to the butlers and servants jointly hired by the seven-member Committee to help them handle various chores, and that's all.

They are both members of the seven-member committee, love and fight each other and cooperate with each other. There are so many such things.

Model vented a few pungent smoke hard and said vaguely: "Three months ago, three large cargo ships of the Rose Chamber of Commerce unloaded three thousand barrels of sugar at the Fish Intestine Pier. But it is obvious that these three thousand barrels of sugar were not taxed."

"Two and a half months ago, five medium-sized cargo ships of the Rose Chamber of Commerce unloaded 10,000 barrels of high-quality rum at the Fish Maw Pier. The Turing family expressed great dissatisfaction with this, and these goods greatly impacted their market share."

"These rums are taxed, but there are only one thousand barrels on the tax bill!"

"Of course, it's a small problem whether it's sugar or rum."

"The next thing happened a month and a half ago. The Golden Rose Ocean Fleet of the Rose Chamber of Commerce returned to Tulun Port and brought back a large amount of silk and tea. Silk and tea. This was issued a business license for the Rose Chamber of Commerce's business license."

"But there is a large amount of black pepper in the warehouse of the Golden Rose Ocean Fleet." Model breathed heavily: "A total of ten thousand pounds of black pepper, according to the current market, one pound of black pepper is equivalent to one pound of gold."

"Four and a half million gold marks, ten thousand pounds of black pepper, four and a half million gold mark." Model's face was gloomy: "Dear Hessen, spice, those charming little guys have always been the private place of my Wells family."

"Some small chambers of commerce, they can get a certain share of the transaction from the Wells family, and their ships can bring back some of the spices for sale. Every year, hear clearly, every year, these small chambers of commerce may have one hundred pounds, two hundred pounds, three hundred pounds, that's all."

"And you, Hesen, your Rose Chamber of Commerce, have four fleets of golden rose, silver rose, copper rose, and iron rose. Every three months, an ocean fleet will return to Tulun Port."

"This time I discovered that there are ten thousand pounds of black pepper that hurt my family's interests. Hessen, I know you are bold and lawless. Is this the first time you are doing a spice business in secret? There are only one thousand pounds of black pepper?"

"This is not good, this is not good. You will hurt the interests of your friends again and again."

Model dropped the cigarette butt that was almost burning to the corner of his mouth, stepped on it with force, crushed the cigarette butt, and crushed it to pieces.

Hessen took a sip of the cigar hard, and he looked down at Moder: "So, respected Lord Moder Jun Wells, you are waiting for me here early this morning. What do you want to say?"

Model shrugged his shoulders and took out a sterling silver cigarette box full of scratches from the vest bag, and took out a slender mixed cigarette roll from it.

Hessen took the initiative to lower his head and leaned over. Model lit the cigarette with the fire on the cigar. The two of them took a breath and then vented a thick smoke.

"Small problems are all small problems." Model coughed and said dryly: "I forgive you for everything you did before, and everything you did before, just pretend that it has not happened."

"I am very moved by being generous as you." Hesen spat out a perfect smoke ring: "Although I don't care, but since you took the initiative to propose it, what do you want from me?"

Model took out a folded piece of white paper from his pants pocket, spread the white paper and placed it on the stair railing in front of him.

"The basic losses of the Zhongqiu bloody case have been counted."

"Two thousand three hundred and seventy-eight residential houses were destroyed, two hundred and forty-five shops were destroyed, and 1,897 innocent citizens died, and more than ten thousand injured. There were also those patrol officers and Mounted Police who were injured and killed."

Shaking his head, Model said in a deep voice: "Roughly estimate that the economic loss this time is more than 80 million Jinmak. The public opinion is booming. If you don't mention the citizens of Tulun Port, this incident will definitely alarm the imperial capital."

"Who will bear this loss?" Model looked at Hessen.

The two of them said in unison: "Of course it can't be us, we are the victims."

After coughing, Moder put away the paper, put his hands in his pockets, and looked straight at Hesen: "You must already know the origin of those people. Of course, we cannot offend the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters."

"Navy?" Hesen smiled and patted the shoulders of Model, who was afraid of Model: "It was the battle they provoked, and the artillery bombardment must have been for them. Moreover, the shells from the old turret were also moved out of the warehouse of the military port."

"Army!" Model gritted his teeth tightly and finally squeezed out a sentence from the gaps in his teeth: "Of course it is the responsibility of the Army Military Intelligence Bureau. Hesse, as long as we have a unified caliber, I know that you have a good relationship with the police station, and we can get an investigation report as soon as possible."

"It's the Army's responsibility!" Model's voice became soft: "As long as we unify our caliber, the things I've said before..."

"We must be realistic." Hessen strode to the conference hall at the end of the corridor, saying without looking back: "What promise did the Navy give you? That's your business."

"We must be realistic, and whoever is responsible is the responsibility."
Chapter completed!