"Did you really voluntarily give up your pension insurance?" The tax official looked at these burly orcs again and asked.
"We can't always work in Ailan Hill, so we voluntarily gave up our pension insurance..." Famarus nodded and admitted his choice.
They are orcs and the bravest warriors of the Beast King, so they do not need to lie. Their integrity is their greatest glory.
"Then I have no doubts." Tax Officer Lewis nodded, then sat in his seat and supervised the payment of wages on site.
Two 50 gold coin denomination notes were placed in the thick and thick palm of an orc, which looked a bit small.
One hundred gold coins a month seems to be a lot, but you must know that mining work is very dangerous. The Eilanhill Empire stipulates that the minimum wage for mining workers is 100 gold coins per month.
In more remote areas, there may be illegal mines that employ workers below this wage standard, but that is illegal and cannot appear in regular mines.
Nowadays, in the Higgs region, the salary standards of many mines have reached the terrifying level of 700 gold per month. That is the real high salary.
"Take your salary! Young man! There is everything you want in the nearby city! Everything has its own price, doesn't it?" He stuffed two 100 gold coin notes into the palm of Famarus,
The human noble said with a smile.
This strong orc is the leader of these orcs, and he works really hard, so he deserves more gold coins. This is the reward he deserves.
The calluses on the palms of Famarus's palms from holding the long sword all year round looked so ugly, but the gold coins printed with the profile of the Emperor of Elanthir Empire and the eagle emblem blocked everything.
Red banknotes look much better than red blood, even if sometimes gold coins are covered with blood-red liquid.
"Why do you give me twice the salary?" Famalus clenched the banknotes in his palm and asked in a simple voice.
"This is what you deserve." The noble businessman said casually. This is the last salary he will pay today. The orcs here can get up to 200 gold coins and at least 100 gold coins. Everyone will be very happy.
happy.
This month alone, the mine has to pay more than 300,000 gold coins to the miners, which is hundreds or even thousands of times higher than the previous annual tax of 1,000 gold coins from Seris.
That year, Seris City could hardly afford to pay the "annual fee." Now, in Ireland, whether to issue 1,000 gold coin denomination banknotes has been put on the agenda for discussion.
Famarus held the money and walked out of the room. He saw the orcs who also had smiles on their faces and felt that the weather was not that cold anymore.
He felt the sun shining on his back, and a warmth flowed throughout his body. He felt that standing in the sun made his whole body more powerful.
This is a kind of power called respect, not because of his strength or his ferocity, but because he has put in his own labor and deserves sufficient supplies in return.
It's just that he didn't know that he was actually deceived a little bit. If he had persisted at that time, he could have earned more wages for his people and himself.
In Ireland today, manpower is needed everywhere, and there are jobs waiting for people to fill them.
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On the flagship of the sky fleet flying the royal flag of the Airansil Empire, a staff officer was reporting the intelligence just compiled to His Majesty the Emperor himself: "According to intelligence personnel and satellite reconnaissance reports... the forces of the Eternal Empire are being mobilized frequently.
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"The opponent's three best-equipped divisions are gathering towards the capital, and the magicians are also gathering urgently." He said while outlining the opponent's route on the electronic map.
"Obviously, they are preparing for war, and the target is us." Grand Duke Sumolai of Ironforge snorted and said angrily.
He doesn't think it's a big deal. If a war breaks out, he can once again demonstrate the strength of the dwarves and his loyalty to Elanthir.
"Although they are gathering troops, they are doing so in a very measured way. They are trying hard to avoid our misjudgments and are very sophisticated." A staff officer glanced at Sumolai and continued to say to Chris.
"Yes, their armies are retreating. Rather than gathering forces for a decisive battle, they are retreating to avoid fighting." Another staff officer nodded and introduced their speculation.
According to the staff's inference, the Eternal Empire does not really want to start a war now. Therefore, when the staff introduced it, he said very firmly: "They are trying to convey a message to us: we are defending ourselves, not really trying to
The war started."
"While proposing to negotiate with us, he is actively gathering troops to put pressure on us... He is a veteran at playing politics." Seeing Chris's interest, he added two more sentences: "Probably not from the Eternal Empire.
The emperor is deploying troops and generals, and they want us to know that if we rashly go to war, we may have to pay a certain price in order to win the war."
"What kind of price do I have to pay for a battle involving hundreds of thousands of people?" Chris asked a very practical question with a smile.
"Pfft...haha." A staff officer couldn't hold it back and almost spat out the hot tea he just drank. He wiped his mouth before continuing to laugh.
For the military of the Airanhir Empire, the price to pay for a battle with 100,000 or 200,000 people is really so small that it can be ignored.
Even if they only rely on the sky fleet hovering in the sky of the Eternal Empire, the staff of the Eilanhir Empire are confident of winning this war against the Eternal Empire.
In their opinion, as long as their artillery fires on Callan Mix for an hour, the other side will hang out the white flag and surrender.
"However, it's better to talk to them. This may save us a lot of effort." Chris weighed it, glanced at Andrea and said: "I won't go there myself, Grand Duke Andrea, you
On my behalf, lead the delegation from Elanthir to see what the friends of the Eternal Empire have planned."
Chris is not a fool, he will not give the other party a chance to jump over the wall. If he often does risky things, he is either a madman or a fool.
"Negotiation?" Andrea glanced at Chris, then nodded and asked: "I have no problem... What is the bottom line of the empire?"
"As much as you can take!" Chris answered directly without even thinking -
There is another update, you can watch it tomorrow morning.