Looking at Medias who didn't look back, a group of businessmen and rich people looked at each other in confusion. Finally, a somewhat annoyed rich man broke the silence: "I'll just say it! I can't explain these things to these soldiers!"
"That's not what you said before. You said you had a relationship with General Michael, but he didn't even dare to say anything?" Another businessman next to him mocked.
"General Michael is just a major general, how can he influence the marshal's orders?" When this General Michael was mentioned, this group of people became very angry.
General Michael contacted them before and offered them a lot of benefits, saying he could help them stand out and influence the military's attitude towards demons.
As a result, after taking the money, this guy was transferred back to the Magic Continent. I heard that he was transferred directly to the 9th Army Group station, a barren land further west than the Grecken District...
It was a difficult place to investigate, and the distance made people speechless. It was hard to say whether this was a coincidence or intentional.
Some people think that the military discovered General Michael's corruption crimes and sent him to a remote area to be punished.
Some people also think that General Michael defrauded the money himself and then ran away with the money.
Of course, some people speculate that the military may have deliberately arranged for such a person to extort a huge sum of money from them, and then deliberately transferred General Michael to settle the matter.
In short, no matter what the reason was, it was a fact that General Michael took the money but failed to fulfill his promise - this made the businessmen and wealthy people present very hurt and even more angry!
"This Wageron is so ignorant of current affairs! I have to donate to the military every year!" The businessman who first proposed to find this Wageron complained.
"Why didn't you say it to my face?" the little nobleman who also took the money but wasted money said sarcastically.
"You..." The man who was being ridiculed couldn't help but want to step forward to escalate the verbal dispute. The rich man who was sarcastic was not to be outdone and raised his fat fist.
"Okay! That's enough!" The leader, a fat man with hands full of jewelry and rings, scolded, and then said: "I am worried about the last words of General Medias... If anyone doubts that we have something to do with the demons
We really won’t be able to explain the improper dealings when the time comes..."
"Isn't that right...if someone slaps a big hat on us and says we collaborate with the enemy and treason, then we will be hanged..."
When it comes to this matter, everyone is a little bit secretive. Most of them know it very well. They are just greedy for money and want to extract more profits.
You would never dare to collude with the devil, and it is completely unnecessary. They are the stronger party now, how could they be deceived by the other party with just a few words?
However, can I guarantee that I will not flirt with the devil, and can I guarantee that everyone else present will not be stupid?
What if someone really has a brain defect and has some unexplainable shit with the devil... Then innocent people like them, who are hugging each other for warmth, will not be able to explain it all with their mouths!
Therefore, the way everyone looks at each other has changed a little now, and they are a little more wary and distrustful.
"First of all, after returning home, keep an eye on the stupid people in your family, as well as those sons and nephews who only want to eat, drink, have fun and make trouble! Don't cause any trouble for me!" The fat man shook his wrist.
The gold watch on the table opened his mouth and gave instructions.
"Yes, yes...yes, yes..." A group of people quickly agreed.
"Second! I will let my boss put some pressure on the top management of the Ministry of Commerce. In short, let's make the matter bigger. No matter how tyrannical the military is, it cannot cover the sky with just one hand. What if His Majesty the Emperor is on our side?
?" The fat man continued.
"That's right! We all obey your arrangements!" A group of people continued to echo.
"Third! Find a way to use the power of each family. It's best to transfer this Waggron back to Ailansiris! With him here, the tough attitude towards the devil will probably not be changed! It's best to change it to a gentle one.
Send someone to the stage... Even if everyone contributes money together to bring a new marshal!"
"Yes! You are very thoughtful! You can think of a way, and we all support it!" A group of people nodded in agreement.
"Then for our previous cooperation, I will take 40%! How about it?" The fat man was proud, feeling that the whole world was under his control.
"Hahahaha! You are really good at joking." Several people talked about him.
"Oh...it's a really nice day today." There were a few people lying on their backs.
"Brother, I heard that your family has two red line fish?" Half of the remaining people talked about their pets at home.
The other half brought up the recently popular literary game: "Hey! These two walnuts in my hand are in good condition."
"..." The fat man at the head felt very tired. The whole world that was in his hands just now suddenly had nothing left...
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In the Magical Continent, Seris City, the capital of the Eilanhir Empire, a senior official from the commercial department hurried up the smooth marble mirror-like steps with a pile of documents under his arm.
This place is not accessible to ordinary people. Judging from the state of the guards at the door, you can tell that this is definitely the most powerful department in the Eilanhir Empire.
Yes, this is the cabinet of the Elanthir Empire. In addition to the royal palace, it is the highest administrative department of the Elanthir Empire. It is also the office of the imperial prime minister.
Looking up at the plaque at the door, the official from the Ministry of Commerce swallowed a mouthful of saliva and seemed to be emboldening himself. After adjusting his mentality, he raised his legs and walked in.
After passing through the magnificent hall, walking up the stairs made of white marble, we arrived at the most luxurious office on the second floor.
One side of the long corridor is filled with various works of art. These works of art were donated to the empire by the Longtate family and are allowed to be permanently displayed in this hall.
"Hello." A female secretary holding documents greeted politely as she passed by, with a sweet smile on her face.
Everyone who can work here is an elite of the empire, and everyone puts their best face towards every colleague.
Because in such an excellent environment, the slightest mistake will affect their future. Everyone is very cautious and unwilling to waste hard-won opportunities easily.
If you can work here for three years, you will have a great chance of rapid advancement. You may be transferred to a local government to be a consul to lead a party, or you may become a reserve secretary for a high-ranking official - these are all promotions that will affect your life.
"..." He nodded unnaturally, trying to deal with the other party. The commercial department official, who was holding a pile of documents, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued walking towards the nervous office.
Although it is already January and the temperature outside is still below freezing, it is still as warm as spring here, and sweat is still dripping from people's foreheads...
This is the office of the Prime Minister of the Airanhir Empire, and this is the office of His Majesty the Emperor's most trusted minister.
When he reached the heavy door with the relief of Dragonfall City's anti-aircraft gun slaying the dragon, two guards knocked on the door for him. After receiving permission, the two guards helped him open the door, one on the left and the other on the right.
Des sat behind the exaggerated desk that was larger than an average person's bed. He took off his myopia glasses and squinted his eyes. His fair face was full of youthful aura.
He is only less than 30 years old, and is still in his prime. As an imperial prime minister, he is still too young. Even for a rich man, his age makes him look a bit immature.
However, no one dared to underestimate this young man. With his blond hair and handsome face, no one could ignore the fact that he was already the prime minister of the most powerful empire in the world.
The grass on the graves of those who disrespected him was three feet high. The ashes of those relatives of the Longtate family who looked down on him had already been blown into the wind...
He took off his glasses, looked at the person in front of him, nodded slightly and said, "My time is precious, I only give you 5 minutes to report... If you have anything important, tell me as soon as possible."
This is already a very polite way of saying it, and it is already an approachable expression for him to be able to meet the other party in person.
"Sir! This is a petition jointly submitted by the chairman of the Southern Group, the president of the Volavo Local Enterprise Federation and others..." The official quickly lowered his head and reported: "They hope to meet with His Majesty.
State their views on the recent series of events in the Demon World to His Majesty."
"Devil World? Are you talking about the Mark incident? I have heard about this incident, and I don't think there is anything wrong with what Marshal Wageron did."
"Sir... the speed of development of the demon world has been reduced by 35% compared to the previous estimate... This situation is caused by not accepting the surrender of demons..." He glanced at Des with his peripheral vision and found that the other party
There was no intention to stop him from saying this, so he continued: "The reduction in the number of demon laborers directly led to a reduction in the speed of economic development..."
"At the last meeting, I made it very clear to Cruz, who is in charge of the economy. In order to punish the devil, appropriately relaxing the economic development speed requirements is allowed by His Majesty." Des said disapprovingly.
In fact, he and many great nobles have followed Chris and moved their industries to a more advanced direction.
For example, for the Longtate family, their main business, or main source of income, has shifted to new energy, automobiles, ships, rocket manufacturing, electronic communications, etc.
In the development of the universe, the Longtate family represented by Des, as well as some other great nobles, have set their sights on the future and the development of new planets.