After discussing matters with Ken, Fisher walked outside the school while looking at the staff handbook in his hand. He was first blinded by the salary of 200,000 Narios. This means that the average monthly salary is more than
Sixteen thousand Narios, while the Royal Academy's fellows only have eight thousand Narios per month, which is twice as much as there are.
However, the financial backer behind this school is Nali Development Company. It is not surprising that they are so rich. For them, things that money can solve are not problems.
In addition, the degree certificates of this school are assessed based on grades, which means that students have grade points. Unlike the previous Royal College, which issued graduation certificates uniformly, the grade point assessment measures students' performance in subjects.
Learning performance, graded by the teaching professor, is a very important quantitative standard in the University of St. Louis.
After carefully reading the materials in his hand, Ken found that there was no carriage here. Fortunately, Ken ordered the staff to drive a carriage to take him back to the city. Otherwise, he would have to walk a long distance to the tram stop.
Leaning on the edge of the carriage, the scenery outside Saint-Nali comes into view. From this direction, you can just see the very splendid Golden Palace in the center of Saint-Nali. It is the afternoon, and the gryphon flag above is fluttering in the wind, shining below.
The brilliance of gold.
After a while, the carriage stopped in front of Fisher's rental house. Fisher thanked the coachman and got out of the carriage with the materials. However, he saw a man holding a box of gifts at the door of his house.
, I didn’t know if it was the man in suit who should knock on the door. From this direction, Fisher caught a glimpse of the familiar profile. He knew this person.
Fisher's eyes turned into dead fish eyes, and he walked forward and hit the man on the head with his cane. The pain caused him to hold his head and screamed instantly.
"Hey! Who is so rude? Do you know who I am? I am from the New Party... Oh! It's Fisher. Why did you come back? I just wanted to go find you. I heard that you came back from the Southern Continent.
.”
The man was about the same age as Fisher, and his blond hair was coquettishly styled into a slick. His appearance was obviously good, but the aura about him made people think that he didn't feel like a gentleman at all, more like
He's like a homeless gangster on the street.
This guy's name was Trundle, and he and I were roommates who shared a room when they were at the Royal Academy. After graduation, he joined the Pioneer Party, where he did well and had a bright future in making money.
Logically speaking, those in the political arena have a bad relationship with Fisher. Only the Trundle in front of him is a surprise, probably because although he is not a pure and good person, he is unexpectedly honest and does not have a big heart.
I just want to live a better life with my ambitions and ambitions.
"I just came back from the University of Saint-Germain, where I went to discuss the appointment."
"Wait, you're going to be a professor there?! Principal Damian will be furious. He has written you many invitation letters, and he didn't even care if you called him a 'bone'. Now you
You actually have to do it to him, I think he will be so angry that he wants to vomit blood tonight after hearing about it."
While talking, Fisher took Trundle into his rental house. Ms. Martha was not at home and seemed to have gone to play cards at other neighbors' houses.
"That's none of my business. I don't want to get involved in the affairs of the New Party and the Griffon Party. If I find that the University of Saint-Germain has this trend, I will resign."
"I know, I know, who doesn't know your character... But if you and I join the New Party, you will definitely be MPs now. It would be great to go to the [Pink Pavilion] with me every day. After all, we are the same
They all like ladies."
He blinked, followed Fisher into his room, and handed the gift in his hand to Fisher, "By the way, welcome back, Black Mamba Palace wine, as a souvenir."
The price of Black Mamba Palace wine is very high, and Trundle can give it to himself easily, which shows that he has made a lot of money in the new party.
Fisher looked at the pure black bottle of wine in his hand with satisfaction, but he keenly captured a new noun in the previous sentence,
"[Pink Pavilion]?"
"Ah, you just came back, so it's normal that you don't know." Tekande touched his blond hair that was fixed with hairspray, and then whispered with an ambiguous expression, "A new restaurant opened on Natron Street...
Um, the entertainment venue has everything, ladies, cigarettes, fine wine, and even more exciting things..."
Fisher glanced at him coldly and warned,
"Don't tell me you took medicine. I told you not to touch that kind of thing."
"I'm useless! I'm useless! I paid special attention to it after you told me that it's not good for your health. I didn't even touch it when other members used it! At most, I just played some games with the ladies there.
That's all..."
Trundle raised his hand very innocently. He was very sincere. It was good to feel good, but he cherished his life even more. When he said that stimulating drugs were harmful to the body, he was too scared to use them.
Fisher frowned after hearing this. The benefits of the "New Economic Act" are obvious. After its introduction, Nali's economy soared at an unprecedented speed. However, regardless of whether the welfare of citizens has been improved, it is just that
These very dangerous services and products can now be put on the table openly.
Pink Pavilion...
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. Did you bring me a souvenir when you went to the Southern Continent? I heard that there are many good specialties there, such as [Dragon Blood] and so on. I really need it recently.
This one."
Trundle rubbed his hands and looked at Fisher expectantly. Fisher glanced at him and placed the iron kettle on the table next to him in front of him, letting him look at the iron kettle curiously.
"What's this?"
"Rum from Nali."
"Sold on the street, the kind that costs 10 euros?"
"right."
"This is not a specialty of the Southern Continent."
"I bought it in the Southern Continent."
"You bought Nali's wine in the Southern Continent and brought it back to Nali to give to me? Is it only worth 10 euros?"
"To be precise, it's 25 euros, and 15 euros is shipping fee."
Fisher nodded, making Trundle furious.
"...You damn Fisher, give me back my black mamba! You tough cock! I saw it even when I lived with you!"
This is of course just a joke between friends. When we were in the Southern Continent, the carriage was taken away by Rafael, and he brought back basically nothing. Moreover, he was very poor, so of course he couldn't give Trundle a souvenir.
.
But Trundle didn't care too much about this. After all, Fisher had helped him a lot before, and he himself had made a lot of money, so he didn't lack these things.
He only made a verbal protest, and of course the purpose was to enjoy the wine he brought with Fisher. Fisher took the wine glass and poured the wine. After he took a sip, his expression became quite comfortable.
He likes to enjoy it most.
"I heard that Shivali is in financial trouble, and their queen is already considering easing relations with our Nali. Probably in the next few months, they will send a delegation... I have to remind the citizens to be optimistic.
My own son."
While drinking, Trundle told Fisher some of their current internal information. Ordinary people would not be able to hear this, or in other words, if they heard it, it would not be as useful to Fisher.
"Heh, let's quickly deal with the matter of your funding of pirates. It won't be fun if you get caught doing something like this."
"Oh my gosh, how did you know we were funding pirates to rob Shivali?"
"Guess."
Fisher thought again about the iceberg queen Aragina he met that day, who wanted to harass him. In the pocket of his arms was the necklace that Rena had stolen from her, but he probably wouldn't have the chance to see her again to return it.
Her stuff.
"Most of the party feels that easing relations is good for us. After all, we have been indifferent to each other for so many years, which has brought a lot of costs to trade and exchanges..."
The Narli Development Company has many foreign trade routes. The Cold War situation with Shivali forced them to switch to maritime trade routes, which increased their transportation costs. The new party who is on the same ship as the Narli Development Company will certainly take this into consideration.
.
However, easing relations with Shivali is also beneficial to other fields, such as academia. Shivali’s academic circles have not communicated with Nali for a long time. Many experts in the field have no way to respond to and communicate with Nali on their manuscripts.
After talking about things for a while, half of the black mamba wine was gone. Fisher looked normal, but Trundle's face was rosy and his eyes were hazy.
Fisher glanced at the slightly tilted sun outside. It was only the afternoon and this guy was drunk and unconscious. So he turned to ask Trundle,
"Are you sure it's okay to drink so much?"
"What's the matter? I've already got off work. I'll make an appointment with other congressmen to go part-time at the Pink Pavilion later. Do you want to go with me?"
He arched his waist obscenely, then picked up the suit jacket next to him and asked Fisher with a smirk.
Fisher shook his head speechlessly, sealed the half-drunk Black Mamba, and then said,
"I have something to do tonight, so go ahead and remember not to touch anything that crosses the border."
"I will touch nothing but a lady, brave Trundle! Come on!"
He drunkenly yelled a few words of unknown meaning, then said goodbye to Fisher, went out, called a carriage and disappeared into the street. It seemed that tonight was going to be a sleepless night.
Fisher stood in front of the window sill and watched him get into the carriage before sitting down again. He was not drunk but still felt a little hot inside his body, but it did not affect him from checking his paper.
There was a sound of opening the door downstairs. It was Ms. Martha who was back. The sun was setting in the distance, and only the gryphon flag in the mid-air was still flying. And further away, the lights were on clearly in the afternoon, and the pink
The soft glow of color stained many buildings in the direction Trundle was driving.