Listening to Master Lin Qi Brings Food

The young man, who had collapsed to the ground, clutched his thigh and screamed in agony. One of the three bullets had missed, while the remaining two had struck his thigh, causing penetrating wounds.

This is mainly because young people have less body fat and weaker muscle fibers, so a bullet can easily tear through a thin layer of skin and flesh and exit from the other side.

"Lucky guy!" Lin Qi lowered his gun. "Your god is watching over you and has given you good luck. I forgive you."

The bullet didn't hit the bone. If it had, the bullet would have gotten stuck in the bone instead of piercing through and coming out. This kind of flesh wound looks horrific, and it is indeed true, but it's not troublesome.

With proper wound treatment, he will recover in no time.

The young man struggled for a while before his screams gradually subsided. His forehead was covered in large beads of sweat, and he forced himself to stand up with the help of others.

"Thank you for your mercy, Mr. Lin Qi..." came another string of praises. The young man probably thought that Lin Qi had deliberately not hit his leg bone, so Lin Qi was lenient and merciful, and he did not insist on breaking his leg.

But little did he and the others know that it was purely because Lin Qi was a bad shot, which also brought a positive side to the matter.

People who believe in religion, gods, and fate always think that every step of life is determined by some will. For example, when Lin Qi missed the young man's leg bone, his tolerance and kindness played a part, but fate also played a role.

This led other young people to accept the outcome. They lined up to be shot, and even if someone was unlucky enough to be hit in the bone, they would be helped up and praised Lin Qi for his kindness and tolerance.

Even at the very end, Lin Qi took out some money for them to see a doctor to treat their leg injuries. This series of actions made people both respect and awe of Lin Qi.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, Lin Qi spoke again.

"I know that some people have taken something that belongs to me from here, just like what we just went through. I am a reasonable person..." He stood in the center of the camp, looking at the crowd of onlookers, his calm demeanor captivating.

"You took my things and damaged my place, but I will give you a chance to show you my tolerance."

"Return what you took from me, and I'll drop all other charges against you. But if anyone doesn't..." He looked at the Police Chief beside him, "You'll arrest them, won't you?"

Lin Qi was neither a local official nor a member of the local Ruling Class; he was merely a foreign businessman. Yet, at this moment, his actions did not seem wrong to anyone.

The Police Chief nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Mr. Lin Qi, I will definitely catch those people!"

"Very good, I'll leave it to you. I need to take my father to get his wound treated." Lin Qi said, then looked at the bewildered young man standing to the side. "You're entitled to three days off to enjoy your honeymoon. I want to see you at the construction site in three days. Do you understand?"

By the time Lin Qi got Neil into the car, Neil's bleeding had long since stopped, and he was even picking at the dried blood clots on his skin. "I thought you would treat these people more brutally."

"Why would you think that? We're civilized people, aren't we?" Lin Qi asked somewhat strangely as he returned the pistol to the Sergeant, praising his weapon in the process. "Your pistol is excellent; it can fire a lot of bullets without needing to change the magazine."

The Sergeant grinned, but did not answer the question.

Limited modifications to one's firearms are permitted in the military, with increasing the capacity of drum magazines and clips being the most common examples.

Some people would deliberately increase the magazine capacity of their pistols because, during this period, once the war progressed to the point where pistols were needed, there would basically be no more opportunities to change magazines.

Although the Federal soldiers who did not participate in any wars during the World War never went to the front lines, they were well prepared. Sergeant modified his pistol magazine, and one soldier reportedly invented a large drum magazine, obtained a patent, and is currently working in a military industrial group doing development work.

Minor modifications are normal; there's nothing special about them.

After returning the gun to the Sergeant, Lin Qi turned to look at Neil and said, "Killing them won't do any good. Besides making the locals hate you even more and risk putting you in danger at any time, you'll gain nothing."

He made it very clear that, under the current circumstances, killing these people would only cost... a few dozen dollars, which is just the cost of bullets.

He doesn't need to spend even a penny more on the follow-up work for those he ordered to be killed; the Provincial Governor and his ilk will handle the whole mess for him.

Things can be done, but as I said before, it's unnecessary.

Neil sighed. "So we're just going to let them go like that?" He gritted his teeth and grumbled. "They broke our gates, our house, stole our things, and even broke my head. Are we just going to let them go like that?"

Lin Qi looked Neil up and down, making the latter somewhat uncomfortable. "See? You didn't lift a finger when I asked you to vent your anger earlier, but now you're feeling resentful..."

He laughed as he spoke, but as the laughter subsided, a playful glint appeared on his face. "Don't worry, Neil, this won't end so easily. I'm a fair person, remember? I'll give them a fair outcome..."

Lin Qi shook his head. "Anyway, you just need to know."

"Can you tell me?" Neil moved closer to Lin Qi. "Am I the only one who knows?"

Lin Qi remained silent, glancing sideways at him with a shocked expression. "Don't you believe me?"

Lin Qi's actions were ultimately not in vain. When they witnessed these foreigners indiscriminately shooting their compatriots, some people could not bear the fear.

In their eyes, the incredibly powerful Police Chief was like a castrated rabbit, standing beside Lin Qi with its legs clenched. Once the Police Chief got serious, those who had stolen things would have no chance of escaping.

This is also a problem inherent in closed societies: people can't get out, and they can't get in.

Compared to adults, who have a better capacity for psychological resilience, some teenagers who have some understanding of the world, but only a superficial one, are more prone to feeling fear.

They know some of the cruelty of society, but not all of it. They also have a superficial understanding of the rules of society and its operating mechanisms. This vague understanding makes them instinctively feel fear.

Not long after Lin Qi left, a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old walked into the camp carrying a tattered bag full of bottles and jars.

He casually placed the things somewhere—he didn't even throw them away, but gently put them down, and then turned to leave.

At that moment, someone called out to him.

"Sir?" The young man turned around timidly and looked at a foreigner in his forties who was balding, his eyes filled with fear. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen things from here."

"It's alright. Your honesty has redeemed you. Mr. Lin Qi knows that someone will be brave enough to take the first step. You are a remarkable person, so you have been given a chance."

"He asked me to ask you a question: Would you be willing to work for him?"

The young man paused for a few seconds, then nodded frantically, "Yes, sir, yes, sir, I thought Mr. Lin Qi was at his service, and he needed me to do something for him?"

"I can do anything!" he said, puffing out his thin chest. "I can run fast too; many people can't catch me."

He boasted about his strengths, while the Vice Manager's gaze inadvertently swept over the bag of things the boy had stolen. "A job could be manual labor, or it could be working abroad."

"Mr. Lin Qi has businesses all over the world, and we need some reliable and honest people. You fit that description perfectly..."

When the boy walked out of the camp in a daze, he never imagined that fate would play such a cruel joke on him!

He only returned what he had stolen, and Master Lin Qi was going to give him a job, possibly even a job abroad!

Everyone knows how good the benefits are for these foreigners. A few days ago, Asier announced the recruitment policy, and the daily wage of nearly 200 Galil (1.50 Federal Sol) has made many people very excited!

Moreover, they promised a free lunch and provided some protective equipment—these conditions were incredibly attractive! Everyone wanted to be an employee of Master Lin Qi, wearing decent work clothes and walking through the clean and tidy factory gates, but opportunities don't fall on everyone who needs them.

He went to the selection process but failed; the recruiter said he was too thin and did not meet the requirements.

Unexpectedly, his hope, which had been lost, took a turn for the better here! Not long after he walked out the door, some people his age and some adults gathered around him, asking him what he had talked about with the Vice Manager while he was inside.

They watched from outside, eager to see what Lin Qi would do, and they were desperate to know what the boy and the people inside were saying.

The boy was very honest. He told others what he knew, including the promises they made. He earned Master Lin Qi's approval because he followed "Master Lin Qi's rules".

He would become Master Lin Qi's employee! This immediately ignited people's enthusiasm for returning the "stolen goods." No matter how valuable the scrap metal was, it was not as practical as a job in a foreign company! The second person appeared, carrying a phonograph into the camp. Soon he came out with a look of surprise on his face, laughing at the others. The meaning was self-evident.

In less than a day, not only were all the lost items recovered, but a whole bunch of odds and ends also appeared...