A withered palm unscrewed the cap of a bottle of beautifully packaged Bonin wine, and then poured the crystal clear liquid inside into a bright glass that reflected the light.
The ice cubes in the glass began to melt slowly under the soaking of wine, and then floated a little bit with the light yellow wine, colliding together, and making a pleasant clanking sound.
The withered hand with the gemstone ring grabbed the glass and poured the wine inside into the same withered lips in an exaggerated manner.
This is a lonely man. He is sitting in his office, looking at the dusty financial statements in the office with a pair of dull eyes.
In the corner of the office, there is also a huge planet, which is the planet Ailancires, the capital of the Ailancire interstellar empire, and a sacred and inviolable royal city.
"Father..." A young man walked into the office and saw the wine bottles scattered on the desk and on the floor. He cried out in distress.
"I know...I know..." The middle-aged man's hair was already graying. He raised his eyes and glanced at his son, then grabbed the wine bottle and poured wine into his glass.
"Father! You can't drink anymore!" The young man wanted to grab the wine bottle, but failed. He opened his mouth to persuade, but his father had already poured the glass of wine in when he opened his mouth.
In the mouth.
"At most, in three days at most, we will go bankrupt! Besides drinking, what else can make me forget this fact?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, and then grabbed another bottle of wine.
"You must cheer up! Father! There will always... there will always be a chance!" The young man picked up a production report from the ground and put it back on the table.
"Opportunity? I hope that Planet 2 is a hell! It is a hell for us! There are no scary monsters there! There are no powerful magicians! The air there is sweet! There are lambs waiting to be slaughtered everywhere.
..." The middle-aged man glanced at last year's report with disdain, and then looked away unnaturally.
Once upon a time, he also had his glorious moments. Five years ago, his factory was producing continuously every day. At that time, he could be described as making a lot of money every day.
However, three years ago, the factory he expanded had to start cutting production. The fully automatic production line he invested in was not even operating at one-third of its capacity.
What can be done about this? After all, he has no way to force others to buy the things he produces. All of this is a no-brainer.
The only thing that could save him was Planet Hope 2... As long as his products were needed there, he could stand up, he could get a chance to breathe, and he could once again control his own destiny.
Unfortunately, there was no hope for him on Planet Hope 2. His factory had been completely shut down more than a month ago, and he could only wait helplessly for the last moment to arrive.
He looked at the melting ice cubes in the wine glass, and said lonely: "For those real estate developers, that is paradise! They like it there, and for us... it is... destroying our last hope.
Devil’s land!”
Having said this, his eyes turned red and his palms clenched the glass that reflected the light.
Falling into a state of hysteria, he began to shout manically: "Why are they so weak? Why are they so weak even to resist? Aren't they ashamed? Ashamed of themselves for letting others slaughter them!"
"Father! You drank too much!" The young man pressed his father's shoulders and persuaded him: "You haven't had a good rest for several days... Go home! Get a good sleep and you will feel better.
of."
"Damn it! It's been three years! There hasn't been a decent war for three years! Have the generals of the empire fallen? Look at their bellies, what's the difference between them and wine barrels?" He pushed away his son, in despair.
The young man filled his glass with Bonin wine again.
It is a cheap ale that only workers drink on weekdays. On this not-so-prosperous planet, it is just a cheap drink. Because food is too abundant, the price of this drink is also very low.
, even in this "place where birds don't poop".
"War! War! Why... why do you hope that a real war will not break out on Planet 2?" Pouring the wine in his hand into his mouth again, the middle-aged man stood up with a wild smile and made a
The action of opening his arms: "I put everything down here! But, but it's over here! It's completely over!"
This is not a prosperous planet, with a population of just over 10 million. The only benefit of opening a factory here is cost control.
Because the land here is cheap and the price of raw materials is relatively low, and it is close to two resource planets, a large amount of copper ore can be easily obtained.
Of course, another reason is that because of the industrial transformation of Alan Siris, he bought hundreds of related equipment at low prices. These equipment were originally very expensive, but they were very cheap when he purchased them.
As a result, he originally wanted to do something big, but he only found out two years ago why these devices are so cheap because they will not be used for a long time.
The officials selling the equipment did not lie to him. They told him frankly that for the sake of long-term development, the empire would give priority to the development of people's livelihood and economy in the coming period.
But at that time, he obviously didn't want to believe such a statement. Those big arms dealers were making a lot of money, and of course he wanted to join in and get a share of the pie...
So he bought land on this planet, built factories, and then established a huge arms factory.
At its peak, his factory generated nearly one-tenth of the tax revenue on the planet. But that is all in the past, because now, his factory has not started using those huge machines for more than a month.
There is no way, because the empire has not had any foreign wars for three years, the demons have completely surrendered, and the elves and dragons have also joined in.
Looking around, it seems that the entire universe has no enemies. Although the empire is still developing armaments, it is obvious that its focus is on the emerging space fleet.
Most of the traditional weapons have been retained, because without war there would be no incentive to eliminate them.
The T-72 tank is still in service in the military, as is the Type 99 main battle tank. Apart from purchasing power armor, the ground forces do not have many plans to update new equipment. Even the ammunition produced by his factory is only piecemeal.
