Chapter 521

"Mr. Tuka, this should be the township office?"

Looking at the red and white four storey building in front of him, Mr. boklon asked uncertainly.

Mailang township is very prosperous.

As the administrative office of Tianyuan District, the naturalized population here alone exceeds 1000, almost reaching the total population of the remaining two townships or nine villages. People come and go on the streets, which dazzles Mr. boklon.

Mr. Tuka nodded, pointed to the rows of houses and said, "the street is the chapel, the district government hall in the middle, and the Township Office at the end of the street. This is the most convenient notation of this street."

"In the middle is the district hall? The white building with a blue roof?"

"Yes, do you see the flag on the roof? It's the flag of Tianyuan District. It seems that you can only see it here and the city hall."

Mr. boklon suddenly realized it, but he was full of doubts while knowing it.

"Why is the district government office not as big as the township office?"

"It's not because of the village people's Congress," Mr. Tuka said. "I told you that the Congress will announce the donations of each household to the countryside?"

Mr. burclone nodded.

"At that time, the lawyer took Mailang township as an example. Their villagers' meeting was announced on the 20th of next month, but the time was announced two months ago. Mr. Ferrero, the rich man of Mailang Township, issued an election subsidy of one gold coin and one ticket, and invested 3000 gold coins in the township fund to build a building."

"Three... Three thousand?" asked Mr. burclon, stunned, unable to imagine the large sum of money. "Is he sure to win?"

"Not necessarily." Mr. Tuka stamped the slate floor. "This slate street and the fountain square we just passed were donated by another rich man, Mr. Olas, and his election subsidy was also a gold coin."

"Compete for financial resources..."

"After all, the election law supports it."

Mr. boklon swallowed his saliva: "Mr. Tuka, the election subsidy, if someone violates his promise..."

"It can't happen." Tuka smiled. "The lawyer told me that the people who announced the subsidy should hand over the money equivalent to the full vote to the preparatory committee one week before the election, which will be distributed by the scrutineer on the spot. The candidates who didn't submit or submitted less than a few will be made public, so they almost lost the possibility of winning the election."

"That's very thoughtful," said boklon with envy in his voice. "No wonder you have to call a meeting before the rich move in."

"HMM." Tuka sighed helplessly. "Compared with the rich, our commitment is too weak."

Boklon suddenly thought of something: "Mr. Tuka, before coming, I heard from the village head of arhan that farm 3 has been sold. If the rich man moves into the village before our meeting..."

"The villagers' assembly has determined that the people who move in later can't change. But he can offer subsidies, donate money in these days, run for the election committee or even run for the chairman."

"If he were elected chairman, would he deny the village agreement we drafted?"

"The chairman has the final say that the villagers can not restrict the villagers' speeches, and only one vote is allowed during the voting. As long as we unite, he can not change what he wants."

Boklon stopped talking.

Unity is a false proposition, because if the poor are really united, the rich will not win the election, let alone be the chairman of the Committee.

He suddenly remembered what alhan said when he proposed to let them hire a lawyer.

[I know what you want, but you can't say well. Only lawyers can put your demands away and let the village appointment go in the direction you want].

At that time, boklon simply thought that arhan was worried that their farmers were not good at expressing. Now when he recalled it again, he found that the meaning in his words was completely different. It is likely that arhan had seen it long ago, even in the future.

He suddenly felt worried about gain and loss.

Six gold coins may be nothing to the rich, but they are a lot of money to the poor who have just experienced leaving their hometown and rely on the immigration subsidy of Drake chamber of Commerce to feed their children, just in case

"Mr. Tula, can the lawyer really put away what we want?"

"I don't know." Tula's voice was low. "But if we do, we will at least have a chance. If we don't... What are we leaving our hometown for?"

For a better life!

Boklon did not say this, but through his eyes, Tula had confirmed his answer.

Tula patted him heavily on the shoulder and smiled, "go and find a lawyer."

Boklon nodded heavily. "Mr. Tula, where's the lawyer?"

"There are two lawyers in Mailang township. One of them is near the fountain square, but the charge is very high. Simple consultation costs 20 or 30 gold, which we can't afford."

"The other's office is in the township office. The charge is very cheap, only one tenth of the previous one, and the reputation of the two sides is almost the same, at least not as different as the quotation."

Boklon has heard such strange things for a long time these days.

He smiled clearly: "I understand that the lawyer must also be arranged by Drake chamber of Commerce for us poor people. Just like those good deeds, he mainly takes subsidies from the chamber of Commerce, right?"

"Well..." Tuka scratched his head shyly. "There seems to be a little difference."

"Difference?"

"According to Mr. lawyer himself, his job is an accountant in the Township Office and a professional finance with accounting qualification. As for the problem of low fees for lawyer affairs, part-time is not the main reason. More importantly, he seems to have not obtained the professional qualification of law..."

Boklon's brain turned a little at once: "without qualification means..."

"That means the court has never recognized him as a lawyer."

"Poof!"

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Fake lawyers are real accountants. The work of the Township Office adds a very important sense of credibility to this barefoot doctor's identity. More importantly, except him, the residents of elk woodland simply can't afford to hire a second legal consultant.

For a variety of reasons, boklon soon chose trust at the bottom of his heart.

They registered in the entrance hall of the Township Office and went into the small building to find a lawyer. On the way, they met a large group of Indians and rushed out of a large conference room.

I don't know if it's an illusion, boclon feels the dignified atmosphere of swords and crossbows.

The Indian people walking in front are wearing black feather crowns and painted faces. They look gloomy and stay away from strangers.

The Indians walking behind exuded a familiar aura of civilized society. A group of people guarded the particularly tall youth in the middle, keeping a subtle distance of three or four steps from the black plumes in the front team. It was not so much a farewell as an escort.

Tula pulled boklon aside, lowered his head and watched two groups of people pass in front of him.

The crowd went away

At the moment when the big army was about to turn out of sight, boklon suddenly heard the soft voice and whisper in the wind.

"Oderman, if the black feather Department stubbornly choose war, shall we..."

"Don't do anything. The vulgar assassination will only make the natives in Florida share a common hatred." drogo shook his head slightly. "As for the immature war declaration of the black feather department, I will report to the president immediately."

"As far as I know, he and manager Xavier have always kept plans for these grumpy good neighbors."

"Yes..."

The intermittent sound finally dissipated here. In the bright corridor, only Tula and boklon were left. They shrank at the edge of the corridor and looked at each other.

Boclon looked at his companion in horror: "Mr. Tula, Indians... War?"

"Calm down, Mr. burclone, calm down!"

Tula swallowed heavily.

"These two groups of Indians may just choose to negotiate in the township, just as they chose to negotiate in Paris in the war of independence a few years ago..."

"Moreover, Miami and the Indian plain are separated by the wide Miami River. Their war should not burn us..."

"And... And..." he slumped down his shoulder. "I think... We need to listen to manager alhan. Go back after finishing the draft. Damn it, it's big news..."