This advantage of obtaining national policies in advance has made businessmen like them unfavorable. Just a rumor is enough for them to make a steady profit. If they can get some real inside information, they can make ten to eight times.
It's not that difficult either.
The empire has expanded rapidly in recent years, and countless businessmen have made national wealth in this way. In fact, His Majesty the Emperor himself is the biggest beneficiary. In fact, it is the prime minister, and then the bureaucracy and military groups...
In short, almost everyone made a fortune during the war, including ordinary people at the grassroots level, who also became rich by subscribing to war bonds.
In this environment, there is no difference between right and wrong. As long as the people above are arrested, whoever is arrested will die. If the people above turn a blind eye, then the people below can do more.
year's wealth.
To put it bluntly, everyone is licking blood on the edge of the knife and gambling their wealth and life on a prosperous future.
Those who boarded the ship first are already worth billions - look at Des, look at Deans... or even look at Alves, which one is not as rich as anyone in the country?
So now everyone is squeezing onto the boat. Many people are squeezing onto the boat. Many people feel that they are already squeezing onto the boat. Many people have also fallen into the water.
Seeing that his two most trusted confidants had already followed his instructions and remembered what he was going to do, the old man nodded with great relief, and then looked at Robert, who had just adjusted his throat.
"Isn't the tea good?" The old man didn't realize that his tea art was not perfect. In fact, he didn't have much free time to study the so-called tea art.
After all, this empire has grown to a level that has never been seen before in ancient times. Every imperial official has to manage affairs thousands or even tens of thousands times greater than in the past.
In this state, every official must not only do his or her job as well as possible, strive for promotion or keep his position, but also quickly contact his relatives or some obedient subordinates to make money as soon as possible to expand his power.
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It's like the rough expansion and annexation of the American West era, creating a group of ferocious predators - expecting these predators to cultivate their character and cultivate their sentiments is more difficult than asking them to challenge the dragon...
"I'm a rough man... The tea you gave me must be excellent..." Robert quickly leaned forward, put on an extremely respectful look, and answered.
The old man was very satisfied with Robert's answer, so he continued: "Invest another 300 million to the fourth brother... If he becomes a regular and becomes a consul next year, our voice in the local area can be even louder.
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This Robert is the one among them who is responsible for such unclean work. It is safe when using it and there will be no trouble when giving it up.
People like Robert also know how they make a living, so they are familiar with it: "Understood!"
Things like this kind of secret operation, investing huge sums of money to promote political achievements for a certain local governor, are actually on the verge of legality to put it bluntly. The people do not blame the officials, and everyone often does this.
But once it is really put on the surface, the problem becomes big or small. After all, the Eilanhill Empire is not a democratic country, it is an empire, a complete empire in the true sense!
Chris's preferences can determine the fate of an official. He is the will of the empire, and no one dares to disobey it!
"I heard that His Majesty has gone south?" What an old man was turning in his hand was two round and polished huge gems like two pigeon eggs. One was a ruby and the other was a sapphire. They looked bright and beautiful and were definitely worth a lot of money.
"Yes, although the specific itinerary cannot be known due to safety reasons, the matter of going south has been determined." The old man in the leader poured himself another cup of hot tea and blew it gently.
"This...if His Majesty really left Ailansiris...then wouldn't this place be..." The old man who was playing with two gems in his hand raised his eyebrows and said.
"Alan Siris is monolithic. Even if His Majesty went to the moon, what trouble could happen here?" The old man who led the group sneered disdainfully.
"Whether it's elves or dwarves, including dragons... there are also demons in the devil world, and magicians who are ready to take action... If there is a spark, maybe it will explode with a bang..." Another old man's eyes flashed sharply.
With a bright light, he opened his mouth and said.
Robert felt like his back was soaked with cold sweat. He heard a group of people talking about the civil strife in the Elanshir Empire - if the people from the Royal Guards Special Tasks Department found out about this, they would confiscate their homes and exterminate their families!
He is also a respectable little nobleman! He is also a tycoon with billions of wealth! Is this good? Is it really good to risk your life like this? Do you want to surrender when you go out? Can someone give me an answer? Waiting online, urgent
ah!
"Explosive barrel? Are you serious?" The old man at the head became even more dismissive: "If you really think that His Majesty's departure from Ailan Siris is an opportunity, it would be more appropriate for me to deal with you first."
He poured the steaming cup of tea into the tea tray without any hesitation: "Do you think His Majesty is an eagle leaving the nest? Is he giving a small opportunity to steal eggs?"
As he spoke, the old man pointed to the top of his head: "Your Majesty, that is sanctification, you have escaped from the secular world!"
"You, what do you mean?" Hearing that the leader of the old man suppressed his words, Robert quickly asked as if he had been pardoned.
The old man glanced at Robert and suddenly felt that this middle-aged little nobleman who was full of awe and was already sweating coldly was a promising talent. At least, he was better than these two old idiots who only knew how to make a fortune.
So, the old man glanced coldly at the two stupid men on the left and right, and continued to explain: "What if His Majesty the Emperor, who can single-handedly create this victory, sits on the moon and smashes the entire Ailansiris?"
His voice became sharp, with a deep warning tone: "Didn't His Majesty destroy the ability of Ailan Siris? Didn't he have the ability to rebuild Ailan Siris?"
The two old men wiped the sweat from their foreheads and could not answer a word.
The old man stretched out his hand and clicked in front of both of them: "And you? Do you have the ability to destroy the star ring, destroy the staff of the gods, destroy all nuclear weapons, and destroy the moon?"
Then, Robert heard a sentence that he would never forget in his life. The old man at the head looked up to the sky almost like a pilgrim: "What you see is an emperor flying to the moon on a rocket. In fact, it is a god."
