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.


    “Darling, someone from the army camp just came and said you have a letter from Commander


    Jagoan.”


    “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”


    Jagoan quickly took the letter from Jagoan’s hand and opened it.


    The envelope contained not a letter but an invitation. Although it was nominally an invitation, it was


    written on paper, and the words on the paper appeared to be a little sloppy.


    One could tell at a nce that the writer was not focused when he wrote it.


    [The city defense army’s main camp will hold a charity fundraising g at 8 pm. two days from now.


    Please attend, Mr. Townsend. You can abstain if you have something to do. You can bring at most one


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    guest with you.]


    “It’s a charity fundraising g. I’m afraid this is the first step in Mr. Jagoan’s efforts to address the


    slum’s issue,” Jagoan said as he handed Jagoan the invitation.


    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’smander-in-chiefwriting. Even


    the words on it were now his.


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