"Honorable Administrator, I am willing to offer my farm to the New Alliance!"
In the reception room.
Standing before Chu Guang, Old Brown bowed his head respectfully, his wrinkled right hand trembling as it rested over his left chest in a gesture of respect.
Chu Guang looked at him in surprise.
Well, damn.
He was this self-aware?
When he heard that Brown wanted to see him, Chu Guang had assumed the man had come to ask for the food and biomass oil he had borrowed earlier. He had not expected him to come and surrender instead.
"Can you tell me what made you suddenly reach this decision?"
Of course, it was because he wanted to live—
But clever Old Brown naturally would not say that.
His expression shifted slightly. He raised his head with a solemn, serious look and spoke in a rhythmic voice.
"It was your speech, Honorable Administrator."
Chu Guang carefully recalled his speech, but he could no longer remember what he had said that day. He only remembered advertising his "Nuka-Cola" at the end.
Seeing that Chu Guang said nothing, Old Brown continued.
"...Your impassioned words at the celebration enlightened this foolish man, and filled me with deep shame for all my past actions. I did many things I should not have done in order to survive. I cannot excuse them by claiming I had no choice. I only hope to lessen my sins through this."
"A new world of equality, free from oppression, is also what I desire."
As he said this, Old Brown's face was filled with piety, though his heart was bitter.
It was not just that he wanted to live. Even if the New Alliance did not take his farm, he was about to be unable to keep it running anyway.
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