The guardian's sword by Taking Cigarette novel Chapter 1797

After taking a sip of water, Jagoan continued saying, “Dorodo developed quickly, but because of the rapid development, the economy is deformed. More than 50% of Dorodo’s wealth is concentrated in wealthy families and businessmen…”

“Improving the lives of the poor and ordinary folks is to go against these rich businessmen and influential families. Of course, the Townsend family is also wealthy,” Jagoan said sarcastically.

Suddenly seeing that his daughter’s expression was not quite right, he quickly added, “Of course, I agree with Commander Jagoan. How could Ibe a Dorodo resident and not care about Dorodo’s development? No matter what Commander Jagoan decides, I’m firmly on his side!”

Jagoan’s face instantly lit up after hearing Jagoan say this.

She was afraid that her father would also stand against Commander Jagoan. In that case, she would be caught in the middle and not know what to do.

“Dad, I didn’t know you were this open-minded,” Jagoan praised.

“Not really…” Jagoan smiled bitterly. “The Townsend family is only wealthy but not influential. We have money, but we’re not powerful. Those noble families can fight against Commander Jagoan, but we can’t. If Commander Jagoan is upset, he could destroy the Townsend family with one word… I’ve said too much. I shouldn’t have told you this.”

Jagoan emptied his cup of water and stood up.

“Lill, let‘s go to the army camp. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Commander Jagoan. We can catch up with him and find out what he’s up to.”

As he spoke, Jagoan’s second mother stood in the doorway. However, she did not barge in like Jagoan.

She knocked on the open door to catch Jagoan’s attention before walking in with a smile.

She held a brown envelope in her hand.

Jagoan held the crudely made invitation, looked at it for a moment, and smiled.

Other people’s invitations were normally exquisite, and some even paid a lot of money to print invitations when holding a ball or a banquet. After all, the invitations represented the host to some extent.

However, Commander Jagoan used rough paper as an invitation. It was so shabby.

The only thing special about the invitation was Commander Jagoan’s commander-in-chiefwriting. Even the words on it were now his.

“Dad, shall we go together then?” Jagoan asked eagerly.