You Don't Raise Dogs, You Don't Understand

The appearance of various exquisite dishes on the table made the unnamed, irritable, and impulsive cadre feel very important in front of his subordinates, which also made him feel more favorably toward Gardon.

With the help of some alcoholic beverages, he soon felt that Gardon was his best friend, because Gardon understood him and could resonate with him on certain issues. He even began to wonder if he was also Simon's son, otherwise why would he and Gardon be so compatible?

Most of the members of these Youth Party were uneducated, and the person Gardon invited was also not highly educated.

Many of the young people who joined the Youth Party were not well-educated. Their purpose in joining the organization was that they were in a period of social rebellion. They did not want to follow the old path that their parents had taken and wanted to rebel, but they were also confused.

At this time, the emergence of the Youth Party pointed them to a different path and attracted them to join.

These young people who are unwilling to follow in their parents' footsteps are mostly what people call "troublemakers." The reason they are unwilling to be like their parents is not because they have any special talents, but because they feel that their fate should not be like this, or that they are better than others and more likely to succeed.

These people are often restless and have a certain amount of courage and boldness, which is their capital to rebel against reality.

Gardon's meticulous arrangements greatly pleased the cadre. He felt valued and realized that the success he had long desired was within reach.

Didn't you see? Even rich people have to respect him. How amazing he must be now, isn't he even more amazing than these rich people?

Life is full of challenges, and the hardest one is "self-righteousness."

But then, Gardon's sigh startled him, and he laughed heartily, asking, "Why are you sighing? I thought only poor people like us sighed. You own such a big house..."

He made exaggerated gestures to show how big the house was. He had drunk some alcohol and his mind was a little muddled. After making the gestures, he reached out and drew a circle on the table. "Why are you sighing when you can eat so much delicious food?"

Gardon frowned, but quickly relaxed and smiled. "Never mind, I don't want to bother you."

The impulsive cadre's previously smiling face gradually turned cold, and he frowned. "You look down on me?"

"I've shared my joys and sorrows with you. Now, what is it that you're unwilling to tell me or share with me? Do you feel that I can't solve your problems, or did you actually look down on me from the very beginning?"

Gardon looked troubled. "This is my family matter. I didn't want to bring it up because it involves some foreigners..."

It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned foreigners, but this impulsive cadre lost his temper after hearing the word "foreigner" after having some drinks.

Regardless of the exact nature of this unrest, it broke out and ended abruptly. What's even more unsightly is that it seems the whole world is targeting the Youth Party, pushing responsibilities that shouldn't have been borne by the Youth Party onto them, to the point that the Al- Youth Party Youth Party in the Mengwu Province has now been broken up and disbanded.

This greatly displeased the Impulsive Cadre had already developed a sense of belonging to Youth Party. They believed that it was all the fault of those foreigners, who had been persecuting Nagaril and its people, and now they wanted to tear apart Youth Party, the "home" of most of the "awakened" young people. They hated these foreigners.

He slowly stood up, the chair beneath him scraping the floor with an extremely unpleasant screech as his legs went from a ninety-degree angle to a straight line. He looked at Gardon sitting opposite him and said, word by word, "If you still want to consider me a friend, share with me those foreigners and the trouble they caused you."

"If you don't consider me your friend, you can shut up, but I'll leave immediately," he said, glancing at his two assistants.

The two young men, who were wolfing down their food, paused for a moment, then immediately put down their food, showing an attitude of standing with the cadre.

At this point, Gardon seemed to have no better choice, and he could only speak of what he was going through with a slightly choked voice.

In his account, Simon's first wife and children wanted to take everything from him—the factory, the house, the money, everything.

This infuriated the impulsive cadre, who shouted, "You should tell them you're under the protection of the Youth Party!!"

It's okay if we don't talk about this, but if we do, Gardon will be doomed. However, he won't say anything at this time. He just continues to sigh, "Actually, if it doesn't work, we can just give them everything. I believe that with my own hands, even if I can't become a rich man like my father, I shouldn't have any problem supporting myself and my mother."

The impulsive cadre was stunned again. At this moment, it was not only Gardon's own business that was at stake, but also the businesses Gardon owned.

It's worth noting that some members of the Youth Party have already started working for Gardon, which is one of the ways the Youth Party attracts people.

Joining Youth Party would provide them with a suitable job, which was far more appealing than the prospect of being forced to hide in the jungle and suffer. This also helped stabilize the situation within Youth Party.

If these things are taken by foreigners, and according to Gardon, they plan to take the money with them, it means that a group of people will break away from Youth Party.

How could we just sit idly by and watch this happen? Would we still be the passionate young people of Nagaril?

Thinking of this, the impulsive cadre pondered for a moment, then patted his chest and assured, "I'll take care of this for you."

At this point, Gardon retorted, almost as if he'd given up entirely, "You can't handle them. They're foreigners. Nagaril is almost entirely controlled by foreigners now, unless you..."

"But that would be too dangerous. Let me handle this."

The impulsive cadre glanced at Gardon a few more times, but didn't say anything to refute it, and continued to sit down and eat and drink heartily.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the impulsive cadre left with two of his subordinates and did not stay any longer.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Gardon's worried expression quickly turned into composure. The butler asked, somewhat puzzled, "Young Master, are they really going to assassinate that mother and child?"

"Yes, I will!" Gardon nodded, glancing at the butler's puzzled expression, and said with a smile, "Actually, these people are very sensitive, just like I used to be. To prove to my father that I was excellent, I was willing to do anything."

"They are doing the same thing now. In order to send a message, a signal, to me and others that they are not just joking around, they have to do it."

"Moreover, they also have reasons why they have to do it."

As Gardon said this, he turned and walked into the room, saying, "If they don't help me solve this problem, then there's no need for me to continue supporting them, nor for anyone else to continue supporting them."

"Without the support of us rich people, these people..." Gardon shook his head, stopping at the doorway. The butler opened the door for him, and he stepped into the luxurious room, his feet on the floor that the Natives couldn't afford. His tone carried a hint of arrogance, "...they will never achieve anything great!"

On the other side, the impulsive cadre dismissed two of his underlings. He could tell that the two men were in low spirits, which he could understand.

After all, he hadn't made any statement after what he said at the dinner table, which made his subordinates underestimate him and the Youth Party. But he believed that these two fools would soon worship him again.

He was going to do something big on his own: he was going to kill the mother and son who were threatening Gardon.

It's not that his decision was entirely impulsive; impulsiveness was part of it, but more so it stemmed from his self-righteous thinking and some hatred and disgust towards these foreigners.

The earliest Youth Party were instilled with the idea that "foreigners should all die" during their training at headquarters. They always believed that foreigners should not be in Nagaril, so the situation should be better now.

Hatred of foreigners, an impulse to do great things, and an arrogant mindset...

These ultimately led him to make an impulsive decision.

He returned alone to the base in the jungle outside the city, and took out a pistol and a dozen bullets from where he had hidden himself.

These are all police pistols. Some people somehow managed to get their hands on several during this unrest, and now they're coming in handy.

Meanwhile, the mother and son, who had returned to the hotel, sat in their room with their lawyer to discuss what to do next.

Gardon's lack of cooperation has forced them to pin their hopes on litigation; it now seems that only through a lawsuit can they reclaim their share of the inheritance.

"I've made inquiries recently, and if you can get an audience with Mr. Lin Qi and obtain his consent, even just a word from him, then no one can stop you from taking back Simon's inheritance!"

And of course, there's mine too!

The lawyer silently thought to himself, "What am I running around for? It's all for this little bit of money!" Simon's wife sat blankly on the sofa, as if she had lost all her energy.

After Mengxi was injured, she took him to the only pet hospital in the area. Despite the doctors' best efforts, they were unable to save Mengxi.

To avoid trouble, she chose cremation; she wanted to take Monsi back to China rather than bury him here.

The exquisite bottle she was holding in her hand, no bigger than a child's fist, was actually Mengxi's urn, filled with the ashes of her dog.

Without Monsie, she felt that life had lost its color. As for what the lawyer said, she didn't care at all and didn't want to listen!