Therefore, the aristocrats who are still obsessed with real estate and labor exploitation in the devil world are actually superficial people with a small structure and little strategic vision.
They are far from the mainstay of the empire, nor are they a group that Chris values. It is only because they can provide good tax revenue for the empire at this stage that the empire barely tolerates the greed of these people.
"Sir... this will affect the enthusiasm of many nobles and financial groups to invest in the devil world." The official bravely explained.
"Investment itself is risky... Are these people all businessmen on their first day?" Des frowned slightly and looked at the other person for the first time and asked.
"If every investor in the war can make money, do you think these investment rounds will be matched by the people who are looking for you as lobbyists now?" Des continued to ask before the other party could speak.
"..." After being asked two questions in succession by the prime minister in this tone, this official from the Ministry of Commerce, who was already a big deal in the eyes of some people, did not even dare to speak any more.
After all, his boss, Mr. Krutz, who had just taken the top spot in the Ministry of Commerce, had to think twice before speaking in front of the Prime Minister.
"However, protecting the rights of every businessman is indeed a purpose of the empire. So, let's hear what these people want." Just when the little official was desperate and was about to find an opportunity to step down and leave,
Des opened his mouth and gave the other party a chance to defend himself.
After all, Des is also a businessman, and what he represents is the vast bourgeoisie in this empire. Even the bourgeoisie that uses slave labor is also a bourgeoisie, isn't it?
Therefore, Des also hopes to understand the thoughts of these people, and take advantage of the situation to maximize the service of these people to the Eilanhir Empire.
"Sir... you are so open-minded, it is really a blessing to the merchant consortium..." Almost subconsciously, the official quickly flattered him, praising his immediate superior's merits and alleviating his own embarrassment.
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Then, he continued to report: "Those merchants and representatives of financial groups hope to state their demands to His Majesty in person. I hope that Your Majesty can allow these subjects who revere and look up to him to bathe in the favor of the royal family."
He was careful, and even used some words inappropriately, which made people sound a little nauseous. But his general meaning was expressed clearly, there is no doubt about it.
"Why are such trivial matters brought here? Don't bother our Emperor with these trivial matters next time." After hearing this, Des gave his judgment: "Your Majesty has to deal with it every day.
There are too many affairs, how can anyone be able to see His Majesty if they want to?"
"However, if Marshal Wageron issues such an order... As your Majesty's minister, I should report this matter to Your Majesty..." Perhaps it was Des's tone that gave the official a little more courage.
I refused, he hurriedly defended.
"Every person in the Airanhill Empire is His Majesty's people... I hope you still remember this." Des adjusted his tone slightly, letting the other party hear the dissatisfaction in his voice: "Your Majesty will do it for him.
The subjects are responsible!”
"Of course I remember... But there are people on the devil's side who are cooperating with us... At this time, if something like this happens... it will be detrimental to the cooperation between the two parties..." The official continued to explain quickly.
Des was stunned, as if he had heard something funny: "Don't cooperate? If you don't cooperate, let them die! As a minister of His Majesty, are you kidding when you ask such a question?"
As the prime minister, he stared at the other person with a pair of sharp eyes: "What you are asking is the prime minister of this empire! I can tell you responsibly that if you are willing to surrender to the empire, your Majesty's people or something else, then
You can continue to live...if they are unwilling to surrender...do you need me to continue?"
"I...I know!" The minister lowered his head slightly and wanted to argue, but finally gave up. He saw dissatisfaction in the prime minister's eyes and heard anger in the prime minister's voice.
If he continues to force his words at this time, it is estimated that he may not be able to sit in this position for long. Losing his hat is a small matter, but losing his life is a big deal.
"The time for the meeting has arrived." At the door, Des' secretary knocked on the door and made a gesture of invitation.
The official quickly stood up straight, bowed and retreated.
Des suddenly stopped the other party: "By the way! Remember this! You are His Majesty's minister, think more about sharing His Majesty's worries. Don't take all the requests of cats and dogs on yourself... and...
If you take too much, please go to the disciplinary inspection department and make it clear. If you take too little, just return it quickly... Don't cause trouble for yourself or me."
He thought for a while and added what he wanted to say: "The former head of your department, Mr. Gurlo, is a close friend of His Majesty. He is seriously ill in bed now, so you'd better not put a black mark on his face.
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"His Majesty has been in a bad mood recently... If he knew that any of you had lost Mr. Gurlo's face... the scene might be ugly... It was really, really hard to watch! Do you understand?" he said.
After finishing, he waved his hand in the direction of the door, indicating that the other party could leave.
Sweat broke out on the official's forehead once again. He quickly bowed deeply and quickly exited the office.
Only in the corridor did he dare to lower his head and wipe his sweat. He took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his clothes, wiped his forehead, and then straightened up slightly.
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Chris sat on the sofa and stared at the Demon King Aresia who had rushed from the Demon World. He watched her sitting awkwardly opposite him, suppressing her beautiful face to turn red.
"If you have anything to say, just tell me quickly. My time is valuable, and I believe your time is also valuable." Chris said while taking a glass of water from Andrea's hand.
No matter how delicious the aged wines of the elves are, Chris is not willing to start drinking glass of wine to quench his thirst in broad daylight. He is far from that level of arrogance, even if he just had an affair with Andrea recently.
Some kind of super-friendship relationship.
In fact, the current trend of drinking drinks has begun to become popular among the nobles in the Elanthir Empire. Sweeter drinks such as cola and iced black tea are very popular, and the elves also like green tea.
However, Chris still likes to drink clean water, heated and sterilized water. This is a good habit and is very helpful for good health.
As an emperor, Chris's personal eating habits, as well as his work and rest habits, are monitored by a private doctor. Even if he is an emperor, a great emperor, he cannot waste his body wantonly because his life belongs to the entire empire.
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As an emperor, you often cannot do whatever you want. An emperor can enjoy the delicacies of the world but cannot overeat; he can have three thousand beauties but cannot be dissolute; he can control the world's wealth but cannot squander it wantonly...
So the emperor is just a job, with good benefits but frequent overtime work, many privileges but not many opportunities to break the law.
Thinking about it this way, I feel relieved. After all, even the heroine in the story now knows that marrying a prince is more reliable and is much more comfortable than marrying an emperor.
"I know it was some idiot from the demon clan who made a mistake this time... However, you have also vented your anger and hatred... Why are you still holding on?" Arisia asked with aggrievedness.
To be able to push the arrogant and war-loving Majesty the Queen to this point shows that she has hit the wall many times before.
In fact, on the first day when the Elanthir Empire began to refuse the surrender of demons, Arisia made a request to meet Chris.
However, this request has not been approved for a long time and has been suppressed. It was not until today that she met Chris.
As a result, after not seeing each other for half a month, she found that she really had a growing love-hate relationship with the man in front of her.
She likes this arrogant and unreasonable style. She likes the momentum and majesty of being a strong person. But when faced with Chris's strength, she feels a little aggrieved, the kind of aggrievement that belongs only to women.
Translated, it can be understood as: "You can be strong, arrogant and unreasonable, but can't you make an exception for me?"
Of course, not for a straight man like Chris.
There is no way, our protagonist Chris is the kind of stupid man who is passively pushed by women, the kind of idiot with a strong desire for survival who resolutely avoids any river crab masters and has a negative emotional intelligence.
Therefore, there is still a long way to go for Arisia to reverse the situation. Andrea, who is standing opposite her, has a face full of ridicule. She is someone who has experienced it and knows what kind of virtues her stupid man has.
You could call him a straight man. There are so many beautiful women in his family that I can't even count them on one hand, but it doesn't seem quite appropriate to say that he is a scumbag who likes to flirt with girls.
The Arisia in front of me seems to have to work hard for a while if she wants to enter the royal family tree of the Elanthir Empire...
But Andrea was too lazy to meddle in Arisia's business. All she could think about now was the upcoming trip to the Moon Temple that made her extremely excited.
Chris wants to take her to the Moon Temple, which is what the queen of the elves in the past dreamed of. For thousands of years, countless elven ancestors have not been able to do it, and she is about to do it! How can this be allowed?
Isn't she excited?
"To remind all the demons! I am your master! What I give to you is yours. If I don't give it to you, you have no right to ask for it!" Sure enough, Chris, the straight man of steel, answered Aricia.
