Chapter 287: Those who are self-aware usually don't have bad luck, whether they are NPCs or players

"Respected Manager, I am willing to offer my farm to the New Alliance!"

In the meeting room.

Standing before Chu Guang, Old Brown respectfully bowed his head, his wrinkled right hand twitching slightly as he placed it on his left chest to show respect.

Chu Guang looked at him somewhat surprised.

Good grief.

He's that enlightened?

Hearing that Brown wanted to see him, Chu Guang thought he was coming to ask for the grain and biomass oil he had borrowed before, but it turned out that he was coming to surrender.

"Can you tell me what made you suddenly make this decision?"

Of course, because he wanted to stay alive—

But the clever Old Brown naturally wouldn't say that.

With a slightly altered expression, he raised his head solemnly and with a serious look, and spoke in a cadenced voice.

"It was your speech, respected Manager."