It is impossible to ask Juan to take out the alliance coins, but he has a way.

"Blood Hoof, you have made contributions to the major leagues, and commendations are necessary. So, I'll give you a banner."

“I can’t eat it.”

"I'll give you another seafood meal."

"It's so fishy that everyone likes to eat."

Why is this tauren so stubborn? You can't learn from other people's two-headed demons. Isn't it good for everyone to live a little easier?

Juan looked puzzled: "Blood Hoof, you know, the major leagues are not well-off, so I will take some out of my private property to compensate you."

"I don't want money."

Hu An was happy, he loved to hear these words.

But he still pretended to be generous: "You should take a little bit, this is what you deserve."

Xue Du shook his head and said, "The orc rules cannot beat others. No matter how much money it is, it is not your own."

Juan said with a serious face: "This is wrong. Our free, democratic, and equal alliance is to say no to such old customs!

"Blood hoof, you should study the charter of the Major League.

"I tell you that private property is sacred and inviolable in our place!

"This is our rule. Whoever breaks the rule will I kill him!"

Juan's righteous criticism made the Tauren shed tears of repentance and snot.

He sniffed and said, "First of the People's Republic of China, I was wrong.

"Actually, during this period, the tribe has been organizing collective classes.

"But I think it's so stupid for everyone to shout there while hungry, "There will be bread." So I always find reasons not to participate.

"Now I understand, I'm too stupid. I don't understand that doing this is actually good for us orcs.

“I decided to study the Major League Charter after I went back.

"And I will also farm well, plant more magic peas, and support the major leagues with practical actions.

"So, Head, don't kill me! Woo woo woo..."

Juan stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, patted the tauren on the shoulder and said:

"Hungry is not a scheming. Only by having enough food can you learn the charter of the Big League well.

"As long as you orcs support the Major League and are willing to contribute to the construction of the Major League, I promise that every orc can definitely make you fill your stomach."

After seeing off the bloody hooves of the Tauren who were red from his eyes because of his touch, Juan found Yaling.

"What's going on in the orcs? There's food in our cold storage, so why are there still orcs not enough to eat?"

Yaling hesitated for a while, then lowered her head and said:

"Boss, I was wrong. It was my own decision to let the bureaucrats below control the amount of food they distributed and hang the orcs, so that they can't eat enough or starve to death."

Juan was very surprised because he had never seen Yaling take action after so long.

Juan said with a straight face: "Give me a reason."

Yaling said with her neck stammering, "Boss, it's breeding season now, and these orcs want to have more children when they are full.

"If this continues, the number of orcs in the major league will be much higher than that of other humanoids."

Juan's face was solemn, he knew that Yaling was right.

Orcs have amazing reproductive ability, and as long as they have sufficient food, they will quickly expand their scale.

In the past, the orcs were in a difficult situation, and the continuous battles among tribes, in a sense, this maintained the reasonable number of orcs.

But now the Orcs have joined the Major League and their living environment has improved significantly.

Moreover, according to the principle that "every humanoid has the right to live under the blue sky" in the Charter of the Major League, internal wars no longer exist.

Therefore, the number of orcs will inevitably increase explosively.

But if the orcs are allowed to develop, the orcs are the only one in the major alliance, other people will have opinions.

This can be clearly seen from Yaling's own initiative.

So this is not the idea of ​​Yaling, a humanoid person, but the common idea of ​​other humanoid persons except orcs.

Juan cannot ignore other humanoid groups that are more important to him for the sake of orcs.

Therefore, he can criticize Yaling's actions of making decisions, but he cannot ignore Yaling's ideas.

But Juan thought that if he just agreed to the Bloodhoof and turned around and refused to fulfill his promise, he would probably anger the orcs.

It's really a difficult situation.

Juan thought a little angrily, saying that there is nothing faster than shrimp people when it comes to breeding, but shrimp people have controlled the number of ethnic groups through family planning. Can these orcs be more conscious like shrimp people?

After all, they are barbaric natives, and they know that they are born after eating, and are born again after they are born.

The more you are born, the poorer you are, the more you are born.

No, this unhealthy trend must be reversed.

Juan thought for a while, then ordered: "Yaling, inform the members of all races for me that I will hold a full race congress."

Three days later, the All-Race Congress will be held as scheduled.

In the spacious and bright conference room, a rectangular table covered with white tablecloth is located in the center.

On the wall behind the main seat, a huge white-ringed flag with green background was hung.

With the loud reputation of the attendant "the head of state arrives", Juan walked into the venue.

The representatives of all ethnic groups located on both sides of the long table "calling" all stood up.

Juan swung his white gloved hands and greeted politely: "Sit, sit, all sit, alas? Didn't the dwarf representatives and the halfling representatives come?"

"Here is here!" "I'm here!"

Muladin Bronzebeard Dwarf leader, and Frodo, halflinger, jumped and exposed his head on the table, while the other tried to wave his hand to let others know his existence.

"It's good to come, sit all the way."

Juan said, sitting down on the main seat.

So the representatives "Hulala" sat down one after another. Of course, the dwarfs and halflings climbed onto the raised chairs to sit.

Juan quipped: "Who arranged this venue? Yaling, did you come up with this?"

"I suggested it," said Morgan on Juan's right hand.

Juan leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Why did it happen like this? It's weird?"

"I think this is more ritualistic."

"Morgan, I never remember you like the sense of ritual. I always think you are casual. Even, I think you have a kind of contempt for authority and ritual in your bones."

"This was the past, and now I am the speaker and human representative. My identity is different, so the necessary sense of ritual still needs a little."

Juan looked at Morgan with some surprise. Although his butt determines his head, it is not surprising that Morgan has this idea.

But when Morgan was founded, he was the speaker and representative of humanity. He has never seen him pay attention to any sense of rituals since so much time.

Why has it changed now?

Juan looked at Zerella, a Draenei girl who was sitting well behind Morgan.

"Morgan, we are today's All-Race Congress, why did you bring Zerry to us?"

"She is also a race."

"But her race is not a member of our major league."

Morgan was stunned, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

He turned his head to see Zerela, who gently approached Morgan's ear and said something softly.

Then Morgan turned around and explained solemnly: "I think letting people from other races look at the way our major leagues work will help increase the influence of our major leagues."

Let's talk nonsense.

But Juan didn't want to debate with Morgan in front of representatives of all kinds.

So he sat upright and announced the beginning of the meeting.


Chapter completed!