Zhou You kept the broad smile on his face, but his eyes had turned somewhat cold.
He was genuinely puzzled now. He hadn't gone around blaring it through a loudspeaker every day, so it was one thing for those big bosses to recognize him—but how had even this minor character figured out that he was the Fated One?
Unexpectedly, Dann continued.
"I think that anyone who could survive the Withering Tide, even save so many people, must have fate on their side..."
Only then did Zhou You relax.
So it wasn't that he had recognized him—he merely thought Zhou You was extraordinary.
So he replied, "Just based on that, Councilor, you're planning to place your bet on me?"
However, Dann shook his head.
He said nothing. Instead, he rose for no apparent reason, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked to the window, gazing at the bustling crowd outside.
The streetlamps were bright. Looking at the streets paved with blue bricks, the lush trees, and the crowds either busy or leisurely, he finally let out a sigh.
"Mr. Zhou, you probably don't know the circumstances we merchants are in."
The topic had strayed from the original subject, but Zhou You did not correct him and simply listened quietly.
Councilor Dann continued.
"Everyone thinks we live in splendor, but only we ourselves know that we..."
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"We're nothing but dogs."
With his back to Zhou You, his expression could not be seen, but his voice grew increasingly agitated.
"We maintain all the trade routes throughout Paradise. We are the ones who spread Paradise's networks through the other branches and cities. You could say that without us, Paradise would be deaf and blind—yet what is our status?"
Like a suppressed volcano, his voice had been repressed to its limit.
"To those