Thinking of this, he quickly put away his handkerchief and smiled awkwardly: "Well, nephew..."
"Call me Master." Des glanced at the other person and corrected him softly.
The clan uncle was even more embarrassed. He coughed and said again: "Master...since you no longer intend to pursue the matter of the 100 million gold coins...I haven't done anything recently, nothing extraordinary."
"Ha!" Des laughed as if he was mocking, then raised his chin and looked at the other person with squinted eyes: "Then let me tell you straight, I heard... you are acquiring shares of Imperial Group?"
"Yes, there is such a thing. Those are good things that you can't buy on ordinary days. If I buy some at a low price, the value will definitely increase in the future." When this matter was mentioned, the uncle became proud of himself.
"I strictly ordered not to buy shares in the Imperial Group. You seemed to be at that group meeting?" Des's eyes turned cold and he asked.
The clan uncle felt a chill, but he still defended himself: "Nephew, you are too careful! The empire is in troubled times right now. If we don't seize the opportunity to make money, we will be surpassed by others!"
What he calls this opportunity is actually the fact that Chris is now somewhat insolvent and has been dragged into a whirlpool of financial difficulties by successive wars.
Due to the continuous military expansion operations, Eiland Hill's losses are also increasing. On the contrary, the war revenue is decreasing, and many large financial groups are withdrawing funds and no longer support Eiland Hill's foreign wars.
Whether you call these consortiums selfish or short-sighted, these consortiums are redeeming the war bonds previously issued by Ireland Hill and running on Ireland Hill's national finances.
For this matter, in recent days, Ireland's finance minister has met with the actual heads of many consortiums. However, due to the huge amount, such interviews have had little effect.
In order to solve the financial difficulties, Emperor Chris began to sell companies owned by the royal family in an attempt to support this protracted foreign war on his own.
Therefore, the shares of the Imperial Group, which had almost never been sold before, were placed in the auction house and began to be sold to those who were willing to pay high prices: from military industrial companies to banks, from technology companies to patent rights, everything is numerous, too many to count.
Chris also wants to use this auction of shares and technology to share the dividends of technological progress and allow private funds to flow.
However, recently, some financial groups have focused on these valuable things and have begun to privately purchase shares of the Imperial Group in an attempt to oust His Majesty the Emperor, embezzle the Imperial Group, and carve up the largest piece of cake in the empire.
Modern warfare is fought with gold coins, and victory always belongs to the side with enough gold coins. Ailan Hill is invincible on the frontal battlefield simply because it drops enough gold coins.
Every battle costs a lot of food, oil, rubber, steel... These things are all real money and silver, plus various other products, the gold coins are scattered like running water.
Although part of it became taxes and was recovered, most of the money still went to the hands of the big chaebols and nobles. Coupled with various policies that benefit the people, the situation of Eiland Hill being unable to make ends meet is now quite serious.
The fiscal deficit has been running for five consecutive years. In the past few years, it was relatively good. After all, the base was not that huge. In the last two years, the fiscal deficit has been in the billions or even tens of billions every year, which is enough to crush any country.
But even so, Eiland Hill's army still maintains a size of more than 10 million. The army is still updating its weapons and equipment. These weapons and equipment are becoming more sophisticated and advanced year by year, and naturally they are becoming more and more sophisticated.
of expensive.
The navy, which was originally saving money, is now like a gold-devouring behemoth, with as many as a hundred battleships about to be launched at one go, including expensive battleships, aircraft carriers, nuclear submarines, etc.
The Air Force is in urgent need of F-15s and F-16s to replace its old fighter jets, and the demand for bombers has never stopped.
The same is true for the Army. Dozens of armored divisions are lining up to replace T-72 tanks, and half of the troops are holding Mauser 98k rifles eagerly looking forward to their AK-47s.
Money is needed everywhere, and funding for construction is needed everywhere. Every city controlled by Eiland Hill is expanding. Hospitals, schools, railways, and highways all require state investment. Every area seems to be very important.
In order to get enough gold coins, the princess had already gone out to perform to raise money. At this time, Des unexpectedly discovered that his people wanted to buy the shares of the Empire Group and tried to oust Chris...
He really wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder and praise him: "You are talented!" He also wanted to personally chop the other person's neck with his long sword to see if the other person was really indestructible!
"Do you know why our Longtate family is where we are today?" Des put his hands on the table, stood up and asked.
"Nephew! It's not me, my uncle, who is telling you that your ways are outdated. Businessmen like us have to lose money when we are loyal! If you lose money, you are no longer a businessman." The uncle told Desai with a face.
My expression: "Times have changed!"
"Changed?" Des raised his eyebrows, with a sinister smile on his handsome face: "You really dare to say it."
"This empire belongs to our merchants rather than the emperor! If we didn't lend him money, how could he rise in such a short period of time?" The uncle felt that he had persuaded Des.
Still talking endlessly.
Des nodded: "Well, have you ever thought about it, if we didn't lend him money, how would our family have the chance to become such a giant as it is today?"
"Isn't he still the emperor?" The uncle said disapprovingly: "We make money and hold power, and he can be his emperor! The world is still his in name, and we are behind the scenes to control this puppet as before..."
"That's enough! That's enough." Des interrupted the other party: "That's almost it. Hand over the 100 million you embezzled, and then hand over all your companies to Long Tate and Marvin..."
He ignored the uncle who was already stunned and continued to talk to himself: "After you get out, strangle the woman in your car to death, and then go to the police station to surrender. I will find a better lawyer."
I give it to you, so that you can live in prison with good food and drink for the rest of your life."
"Don't get me wrong, this is to thank you for lending me 100,000 gold coins when I was in the most difficult time." Des said with a warm smile: "Your Majesty is also a nostalgic person, even if I know you
I probably won’t trouble you in jail for those bad things I did.”
"You... you can't do this to me! I'm your clan uncle..." After the clan uncle was stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted and said quickly: "What did I do wrong? Isn't it just that I bought some
Have stocks strengthened our family?"
"Stronger? Ha." Des laughed sarcastically: "Idiot! Our Des family is built on the glory of Elan Hill! How dare you try to tear down His Majesty? You are trying to gain power within the Imperial Group.
Ignoring His Majesty the Emperor?"
He pointed at the other person's head and said without any mercy: "Do you know that even if His Majesty stands in front of me and asks me for the entire Longtate family, I will give it to him without hesitation.
?How dare you collude with those idiots and try to evade His Majesty?"
"So what? This is legal!" The uncle's face became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Before, the Longtate family rose because of you! Now, your ideas are outdated, so I
It is the future of the Longtate family!"
Des laughed angrily: "You? Are you a parasite? Stop joking. Do as I say, or you won't survive tomorrow!"
"You have to die now!" The uncle suddenly reached into his arms, took out a small and exquisite pistol, and proudly showed off: "You didn't expect it? You didn't expect me to come here with a pistol, right? Yes.
Isn't it more surprising that I can get such contraband?"
He shook the weapon in his hand very excitedly: "This is a good thing. I spent a lot of money to get it! As long as I kill you, this family will return to what it was before! And me!
He will be the new head of this family!"
"What a good idea!" Des nodded: "From the moment you took out the pistol, you were already a dead person. You are so brave when you intend to assassinate state officials. My name, but in Ailan
Hill’s doomsday plan.”
"That's a lot of nonsense! Go to hell! Nephew!" Now that his face was broken, the uncle's expression became sinister, and he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, but the pistol in his hand did not go off.
Des shook his head with regret: "The person who sold you this pistol is my person, the person who loaded your pistol is also my person, and even the female stars you sleep with are my people.
...You still imagine that you can kill me?"
He walked calmly to the wall, took off the old-looking sword, and pulled it out with a clang. There was still a cold light on it, and it looked like it was in a very good state of maintenance.
"Nephew! No, Patriarch! Patriarch! Please spare me! I dare not! Give me another chance! I listen to you, I listen to you!" The pistol had no bullets, and the uncle had no temper at all.
He knew Des's swordsmanship, and even an average master might not be Des's opponent, let alone a guy like him who was drained by alcohol and sex.
"Friends who can cooperate, loyal subordinates, and obedient dogs... Is the Longtate family still lacking? You... are not qualified." Des walked towards the other party step by step.
The clan uncle was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart. He turned around and ran towards the door: "Help! Help! It's murder!"
Unfortunately, before he could touch the door handle, a sword tip pierced his chest. He looked down at his blood-stained clothes, and then fell down weakly.
"Clean up this place...and let the next bastard come over!" Des stepped over the body, pushed open the door, and ordered in a chilling tone: "A bunch of undercooked wolves!" -
There will be another update in the second half of the night, you can watch it tomorrow morning.