"The Pandis water conservancy project is in the final stage. It is expected to invest 150,000 yuan this year. The cumulative investment in this project has exceeded one million. If it is abandoned, the losses will be huge."
Robin wanted to continue speaking, but was interrupted by Vlad.
"Slow, what kind of water conservancy project?"
Vlad was not surprised that a world full of demons did not kill each other every day, but wanted to peacefully engage in development, water conservancy, and construction.
But I was surprised by the name of the water conservancy project.
Robin hesitated and said, "Yes... yes... it's the Pandis Water Conservancy Project!"
Vlad showed unprecedented anger, and he slapped the table with such force that a lot of the hot diligu that had just been mixed with it was spilled on the table.
Robin's body ached a little when he looked at it, and then he felt frightened. Looking at Vlad's selective and devouring eyes, he felt a little stressed, and his old habit of being fat and weak suddenly broke out, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Damn, spend my money and name her Pandits? The name needs to be changed."
Robin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"When I leave the Lord's Mansion, I will change it myself. I will change it myself. It will be changed to the Vlad Water Conservancy Project. Your Highness, please calm down. Your Highness, please calm down!"
Vlad sat down with satisfaction. Robin couldn't help but take out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face. He said to himself, as expected, the lord and the second prince, Pandis Richard, were not at odds with each other.
Robin's guess was correct, but in fact Vlad and all the other princes couldn't deal with it, including the princess of course.
"So the last chief officer was the second brother?"
"Uh... Sir Albert is indeed close to the second prince!"
Vlad thought to himself, "Nonsense, the names of water conservancy projects are all named after the second brother. This person must be from the second brother. This Albert is also a top performer. The province of Methos is one hundred and eight thousand thousand miles away from the imperial capital."
Li, how can this be considered as flattering Qianli, and it is so disgusting and naked!"
"Of course, maybe the second brother likes this trick. After all, it is too obscure, and the second brother may not be able to understand it with his IQ!"
"It's better to be low-key, low-key, the performance just now and the eagerness to seek fame are a bit exaggerated!"
Vlad paused and continued.
"No wonder, no wonder that Albert left office early without saying goodbye. He probably didn't dare to see me. Apart from taxation, what other tricks did he do?"
Robin thought carefully.
"Probably not. After all, Sir Albert has always been very cautious."
Vlad looked at Robin noncommittally.
"Which Albert do you respect so much? Since Albert is the second brother's son, then whose son is Mr. Robin?"
I am going to be a lord now. If I fail to fight for the throne, I will be hereditary in this three-acre land from now on. Why do you still miss your old master!
Robin was really panicked this time, so much so that he froze in place, and it took him a while to return to normal.
"His Highness's people, the subordinates are His Highness's people."
Vlad laughed and laughed it off, Robin was careful to apologize.
"In addition to the cost of water conservancy projects, there are also budgets."
"In addition to the cost of Vlad's water conservancy project, there are still more than 85,000 magic dragon coins left. 50,000 need to be allocated to the city guard, and 30,000 need to be allocated to the Dark Moon Church. There are only 5,000 magic dragon coins left.
, as well as the salaries of administrative staff, the budget of the city lord’s government, and some additional expenses related to people’s livelihood have not yet been funded.”
Vlad frowned. The military expenses of this city guard cannot be defaulted. This is the only military force in His Royal Highness's territory and must be preserved.
Moreover, Hero City, as the administrative center, economic center, and cultural center of Methos, does need city guards to protect it, just in case pirates or enemy troops come to steal the crystal.
At least he could resist for a while, delaying time while waiting for the Pluto Marine Corps to rush thousands of miles to rescue him.
The budget of the Dark Moon Church cannot be discounted. The people at the bottom of the demon world are already in dire straits. They cannot be satisfied materially, but they must at least be satisfied spiritually. Moreover, the church is also responsible for the minimum living security. They often go around to provide relief to the poor and
Desperate people are an important part of maintaining social stability.
The salaries of the remaining administrative staff must also be paid, the city lord's palace also needs expenses, and there are also some additional expenses such as building roads and bridges, rescuing and rescuing accidents, etc.
Vlad had a big head and his brows were furrowed.
"How much is the estimated difference?"
Robin was lost in thought, and said after a while, "One hundred thousand magic dragon coins, if nothing happens, I should be able to hold on until next year's taxes are paid into the treasury!"
One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, Vlad looked up to the sky and sighed, how can you ask a prince who can't bear it with his shoulders, can't lift his hands, and only knows how to command blindly to fill this big hole? It's really a penny that can stump a heroic man.
"Any suggestions?"
Robin shook his head simply, "You are a new official, and I solved the problem for you so easily. How can I show your wisdom and my ability?"
After giving Robin a suspicious look, Vlad waved his hand and prepared to see the guest off. He had been doing it for a long time just to cry out. There were only problems, no solutions, only resentment and no suggestions.
How can I, the leader, make decisions and demonstrate my talents and strategies?
Prince Vlad didn't like such subordinates, very much.
"You go about your business. By the way, I'll change the name of the project right away. Do you hear me?"
Robin nodded in agreement, which was a way to prove that he was not the second prince's subordinate.
This is an issue of general political direction, so naturally he doesn't dare to take issue with it.
Mr. Robin, the Internal Affairs Officer, left, and the ledger was left behind by Vlad. He wanted to take a closer look to see if Mr. Robin, the Internal Affairs Officer, was a worm in the empire.
Whenever he finds something fishy, Vlad is ready to investigate Lord Robin's property status. If there is a huge amount of property from unknown sources.
If everything goes well, this big hole in the budget will be filled.
However, it was disappointing, very disappointing. Until noon, Vlad didn't notice anything fishy.
"Is this Lord Robin clean? It's impossible. He's so fat and looks like a guy who's lining his own pockets!"
"No, he is still my subordinate no matter what. He can't find any problems and is as clean as water. I should be happy. What's the matter with this vague disappointment?"
Vlad, who had been worrying like this all morning, couldn't find a clue.
...
It was lunch time, and Vlad had to suspend his clueless thinking.
Although there are exquisite and neatly arranged tableware on the long table, there are many fragrant delicacies, and there are even some unknown bouquets of flowers in the center of the table, and there are even servants waiting on you when you sit down, but
This did not please Vlad at all.
He can pat his chest and say confidently that he doesn't enjoy it at all.
He was thinking about how to earn 100,000 magic dragon coins, he was thinking about how to save the increasingly bad financial situation of the territory, and he was thinking about how to develop his territory.
Sure enough, being a great man is very hard, and he suddenly felt that he had made a huge mistake in his life.
He was so worried that the food in his mouth no longer tasted as sweet as before.
At this time, Vlad heard a strange noise and saw Mr. Toom, the tauren who was in the church yesterday, picking up a piece of steak and pouring it into his mouth.
"Don't you see that I, the prince, am already worried about not thinking about tea and rice? Are you still eating so sweetly, aren't you deliberately trying to get into trouble with me?"
Vlad put down his knife and fork and stared at Mr. Toom Tauren who was enjoying his meal seriously, hoping that he would restrain himself from this rough eating style. However, everything was in vain. Mr. Tauren obviously didn't notice Vlad at all.
Germany.
Mr. Minotaur's cheeks were bulging, fighting against the steak in his mouth, and he was about to pick up a glass of red wine to moisten his throat.
Vlad spoke, "Mr. Toom, as a tauren, is it really okay to eat too much steak?"
Toom's eyes were rounded, his nostrils were facing Vlad, and a bunch of nose hair poked out of his nostrils mischievously, making Vlad frown.
Mr. Minotaur really wanted to speak, but there were too many things in his mouth and he couldn't make a sound.
Vlad was afraid that the food in his mouth would spurt out, so he quickly said, "You can eat, you can eat. Anyway, theoretically speaking, the demon cow and you tauren should have no blood relationship."
Vlad bought Toom from a slave trader on the way from the imperial capital to the province of Methos. Originally Vlad only planned to buy a few strong tauren as bodyguards, but he didn't expect that Toom turned out to be a stubborn one.
Tauren, and Vlad happened to admire Tuomu's stubbornness.
As a result, Vlad had to spend more money to buy all Tuomu's people from the greedy slave owner.
Since then, the magic dragon coins in the prince's pocket have plummeted at a visible speed. The only advantage is that he has an additional tauren guard team, and Tuoom is the captain of the guard team.
"Mr. Audran, maybe the steak can be made softer and softer, it's too hard and too laborious!"
A raging sound sounded, and the Tauren Tuoum looked at the middle-aged man dressed as a chef opposite him with a serious look. The middle-aged man was the chef in the lord's mansion. At this time, he looked at Tuoum with an incomprehensible expression.
Om.
Anne, who was sitting at the bottom, laughed out loud. Who knows what the funny point was that made the newly promoted maid laugh.
Vlad smiled and nodded to the somewhat reserved Alderaan, which was considered a confirmation of the work of the chef who was not familiar with him.
Vlad turned to the old man with thinning hair and smoky makeup sitting opposite and said, "Mr. Oceans, are you settled?"
"It's settled, Your Highness."
"By the way, I have the lord's seal and related documents, and they need to be handed over to you."
"Well, hand it over to me in the living room later!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Oceans gently swirled the red wine in the glass, smelled it closely, and took a comfortable sip of the red wine, elegantly like a nobleman.
Oceans are a clan of living zombies and can eat a small amount of food, but in most cases they feed on death air, which is why Vlad asked him.
Because Oceans told him to put his home in a mass grave outside the city.
Of course, it is inevitable that they will compete with the indigenous people in the mass graves for territory.
Now it seems that Oceans' moving journey is going smoothly, at least he appears to be relaxed.
I just pity the undead who have lived there carefree for generations. They are isolated from the world and don't mess with anyone. But when a bad old man comes, they are displaced and homeless.
Oceans has always been Vlad's butler, when he was in the imperial capital, and naturally he will still be in the new territory.
As for the prominent people in the Lord's Mansion having lunch together, it was Vlad's suggestion. He actually wanted to get to know everyone better, communicate more with everyone, and jointly create an excellent Lord's Mansion culture, and then everyone would work together for the performance of the Lord's Mansion.