The Youth Society of Social Progress, referred to as the "Youth Society of Social Progress", is an emerging political force with young people as the main body that has emerged rapidly in Yiyuan in the past two or three decades.

In Zhang Jiao's view, the structure of this organization is completely different from that of ordinary political parties, and is more similar to the mouse club or pyramid scheme companies.

It's just that it is used to bewitch people's hearts and attract members not bonuses, but political status.

"You can join the club by paying 1 yuan a month, and 3 yuan a star member... 100 yuan a 10-star member is a 10-star member, and you are qualified to become a director of the branch," he heard Chalang say with an erudition: "Of course, if you rely solely on paying money, people like us can never be promoted to 10 stars.

Therefore, another upgrade method was arranged in the meeting, which was to introduce newcomers to the meeting.

As long as an ordinary member can introduce 3 new members to join the club, he can be promoted to a star member. 8 are two-star members... 1000 is a 10-star member.

Moreover, there are two forms of direct introduction to the party and indirect introduction to the party, which is very reasonable...

Then there is betting. If you think that the candidate in the association is very capable, you can donate money during his election, and if you succeed, you can also improve your membership level..."

For lurkers like Zhang Jiao, it is actually very cost-effective to enter a strange environment and if they can invest in a political force with just a little cash.

So he thought about it and didn't listen carefully to the rules that Chalang said, so he took out a big yuan from his arms and said readily: "Don't talk about Chalangzi, how could I not participate in such a good thing?

I joined the Youth Association for Social Progress.”

"Okay, I see that you are an ideal and ambitious person. Let's work together before!" Chalang didn't expect that it would be so simple and convince Zhang Jiao. He was stunned for a moment, then hugged him excitedly and said loudly.

Then he rushed out of the tea club and headed straight to the club's Youth Club in Kashgar City, and paid the money to register.

The two became friends, and Chalang became more intimate with Zhang Jiao. After leaving the association gate, he led him back to his home, located in a dilapidated courtyard on the auxiliary road of a civilian block called Tangcha Road.

Yiyuan is vast and sparsely populated, so it is exactly the opposite of Nanyang. Only wealthy families live in apartment buildings with security, cleaning, and elevators. The urban poor almost all live in old houses with unique families.

This is true for Chalang's family. According to him, it is the only relic left by the beggar grandfather who adopted him, so he looks even more depressed.

The yard is pitifully small and there is not even a tap water pipe. Apart from the well for taking water, the remaining space is only planted with a date palm tree, which looks full.

There are only three houses, one of which is half-collapsed. I don’t know who dug a big hole deep in the place that has not yet collapsed, which is the toilet.

The other two rooms used to be Chalang's bedroom and the other was a kitchen for cooking. Now half of them have been set up for Zhang Jiao, even if they have settled down.

This environment is more than ten times worse than living in Nanyang, but a penny stumped the hero, and Zhang Jiao, who only had 3 yuan left in his pocket, could only bear it temporarily.

By dawn the next day, he slipped out of the door before the tea man got up, and wandered around the street, spending 30 yuan to eat mutton soup and run to the pit.

Taking the sun, I walked into a shop next to the roadside with a crescent flag erected in front of a door. The sign on the door beam reads 'Specialized Ostuki specialties'.

Mohad, the God of Crescent Moon, is Ostuqi's only belief and the only belief in the Central Continent that can compete with Ni Qiu, the god of flame. It is said that it controls the power of the moon phase and the beasts.

The short and fat boss Ostuqi, wearing an octagonal hat and a big beard on his chin, saw a guest coming early in the morning and greeted enthusiastically: "Da Brahm, do you need good Ostuqi silk to make clothes for your beloved girl, or are you planning to buy some authentic Tuqi spices?

There are all Dad Reheman here, and it’s good and cheap.”

"Dear imam, I want a beast soul egg with the ocean snake." Zhang Jiao replied with a bow.

Imam is the name of scholars in the Crescent Moon School. According to Ostuchi tradition, it is divided into two schools: academy and secular schools.

The academy imam is equivalent to a seminary teacher. He lives by relying on the support of believers and tirelessly educates new church scholars.

Secular imams went deep into the market. It is said that in the world, there are more than 100 cities where the Ostuki people live, they will appear.

These people are not supported by believers, and in order to make a living, to reflect the closeness of the Crescent Church to the world, except for presiding prayer ceremonies on 1, 3, and 5 nights a week, they usually live as merchants, butchers, barbers and other ordinary professions.

However, in order to show the special identity of religious people, gather believers, and to prevent the abuse of power by ordinary people of ordinary power, the banner of Crescent Cultivation will inevitably be established where they live for a long time.

As for the beast soul egg, it is a specialty of the Crescent Moon Sect. It was created by the priests who used the power of the group of beasts to transform the beasts into a spiritual state and re-bred them.

The success rate of this conversion is extremely low, less than one percent on average, and even if the conversion is successful, there is a high probability of failure during incubation.

Even if successful, in general, the hatcher can get a spiritual helper with the strength of a beast.

Although it has the characteristics of immortality, once it is broken, it must be re-conceived in the sea of ​​consciousness, which is equivalent to an ultra-low version of the fantasy species, which is really embarrassing.

However, for the general public, having this kind of power can be regarded as Zhong Mengxian.

So Reheman seemed unsurprising when he heard Zhang Jiao’s request, and said with a smile: “Da Brahm, the God of Crescent Moon is kind. Even if he is not His believer, as long as he delivers enough tribute, He will satisfy your wishes.

And I can prepare tributes to you to worship God."

"I just want money, and I'm still talking so tactfully." Zhang Jiao thought silently in his heart when he heard this, and carefully escaped a piece of beautiful jade the size of a thumb from his arms, and said softly: "I don't have money, but I am willing to dedicate this jade to the great God of Crescent Moon."

If Reheman saw Zhang Jiao showing off with such a quality jade outside the city, he would have been slashing at him with a knife.

But now it is in the city and with the crescent flag erected outside the door, this grocery store has the meaning of holy residence.

When Zhang Jiao clearly stated that he was willing to contribute the jade to the God of Crescent Moon, let alone robbing him, he would not even dare to deceive Reheman.

He could only stroke the jade with depression and said, "The value of this jade is enough to exchange for a beast soul egg, Daba Lang."
Chapter completed!