"If you have money, there is no place to spend it, it's not a big problem..." Kasha said hesitantly. Can't people live well as long as they have enough food?

"The problem is big, you don't understand." Sarah looked at her: "Besides eating, you only need your Kahn."

She continued with a serious look on her face: "In Bilgewater, the higher the working income is at the forefront. Only when this group of high-income people spend all their money will they join the next voyage of life and death, otherwise it would be too frustrating to die before spending the money."

"Man is an animal of desire. If a person's desire cannot be satisfied for a long time, he will become mentally fragile and easily be driven crazy. Now that group of people monopolize all entertainment industries and use various forms to prevent our people from entering and consuming. Do you think if someone will work hard for us after this long time?"

"I probably understand." Kasha fell into deep thought.

Occupying the slaughter dock means that in the future, there will be a steady stream of wealth flowing into Sarah's hands and then distributed to everyone under his command.

But what money can be earned is of course spent.

If you don’t have to spend money, then why do you take such a high risk to make money at Sarah?

Wouldn't it be better to just find a job with a low salary but no safety restrictions?

This group of people had no choice but to use the slaughter dock, so they came up with other secret tricks to deal with Sarah. It was really hateful.

Kasha knew that Sarah's men needed to vent, and she started from this point and suggested: "Can't you spend money to build a new entertainment venue yourself?"

"This is not a long-term solution." Sarah shook her head: "Entertainment requires constantly changing venues to keep the feeling of freshness and excitement. This is not finding a lifelong partner. Everyone tends to get more experiences. Even if I build a venue myself, people will soon get bored."

"Why do you understand so much?" Kahn asked.

Sarah shrugged: "Brother Raven taught me."

In Bilgewater, full of filthy words, it is difficult for a person to remain pure, and these are all passively accepted by Sarah.

"Okay, since one person can't solve the problem, let's solve it together with multiple people," Kahn said.

"What does it mean? Are you going to take action?"

"I mean, you can have a truce with them and get things done."

...

Sarah followed Kahn's advice and sent souvenirs to several other gang leaders who were in the process of gangsters.

The location of the council was soon confirmed, in a private residence in the upper town.

Sarah wanted to set the meeting place in McGregan's slaughter room, but everyone else disagreed, saying that it was her territory, and it was too unsafe to hold a meeting under the muzzle of the Siren.

She compromised before the meeting started, and Sarah was angry about it. Fortunately, the guys finally admitted that the slaughter dock was her territory.

Although Kahn believed that Sarah could protect herself, she couldn't handle this matter alone, so he and Kahsha followed.

Walking on the way to her destination, Kahn asked her: "Who is watching the slaughter pier when you leave suddenly like this?"

"Who else can you do, Raven." Sarah explained: "Since the souvenir was sent, the number of fire mergers has been reduced a lot, and there is no pressure to keep the dock. Believe in Raven, he can provoke the dogs in the Mouse Town and the Hong Kong King Gang, and make them fight hard, and his ability is still good."

Kahn nodded, and the three of them continued to walk towards the heights. While passing through a pier, Sarah saw more than a thief reaching her hand into the pocket of the passerby's coat.

The lawless Bilgewater was already chaotic enough, and the gang dispute made the city even more chaotic. Countless civilians who were obedient were affected by the gang war, and the city urgently needed a king to end the dispute.

When they arrived at the meeting place, Sarah separated from the two.

"Who is not allowed to bring people into the secret parliament this time?" Sarah said to the two of them with a straight triangle hat.

"The three of them will likely unite to isolate you," Kahn said. "If the agreement is not reached, I will let Kahsha come in and help you."

"How to get in..." Sarah realized that she had asked a stupid question and laughed: "Okay, thank you for being my solid backing."

She opened her arms and hugged the two of them at the same time without distinguishing each other.

In fact, after occupying the slaughter dock, their cooperation ended, and Kahn had no obligation to help her, he just needed to sit and enjoy the fruits of it. The reason he continued to help her was because he regarded her as a friend, not an ordinary partner.

Although Kahn explained that the slaughter dock had not been opened yet, he had not gained any benefits now, so he naturally had to stay in Bilgewater for a while. He left when he had gained enough benefits, so he was too lazy to care about her affairs.

Sarah laughed at this, and she didn't care what Kahn said, she saw it as an action.

Sarah walked to the conference room behind the red cloth curtain alone, and at the door, a one-eyed guard with an eye mask stopped her.

"Please hand over all the weapons, this is the negotiation rule." The guard said, pointing to the other weapons on the table next to him-the styles were very different, obviously multiple people were placed here.

"Happy." Sarah asked as she reached into her coat, "Have everyone else been here?"

"All are here, you are the last one, Captain Doom."

"Damn it." Sarah cursed in her heart.

She had arrived early, but she didn't expect that everyone else was earlier than her, and that was not right.

Sarah handed a beautiful pistol with a white ivory butt to the doorman and walked to the meeting behind the red door curtain.

The layout of the conference room is very simple. When you enter the door, you will see a portrait hanging on the wall. The painting is Planck's father, the former king of pirates. He walked farther than Planck. The Netherworld was left to Planck. On both sides of the portrait are two dim candlesticks, which undertake the lighting of the entire conference room.

A long square table occupied most of the space in the small conference room, and the other three senators were in place, with a puff of beer in front of each of them.

The old man with gray hair is Captain Lao Chuan, wearing a gray-green coat, killing countless tentacle-eating lovers.

The bald head with a gloomy face was a crow, he was obsessed with abuse and was as proud as gold. He said the word "early" to her, reminding her that she was the last person to attend.

The handsome and handsome Sir Pitil Hack, who wiped out the Scarlet Blade.

Pittier's eyes were unscrupulously patrolling her, and Sarah felt a sense of disgust.

As a woman and a woman of outstanding beauty, she often feels such a look.
Chapter completed!