Eight Hundred and Eighty-Three Ironic Sunshine

"It's really ironic." In the financial trading center of Serris, the capital of the Ireland Hill Empire, when an unknown man was excitedly waving the credentials in his hand, far away in the tallest magic tower in Galenock, the capital of Grecon Inside, Alves looked at the report in front of him dumbfounded.

Just now, while waiting for the results of the vote of the magician representatives, he received a data report from the media investigation.

Within seven days after Grecon spread the news of the Alan Hill Empire, the stocks of all civil industrial enterprises in Grecon rose three times!

Grecon is no better than Alan Hill. Many industries in the Alan Hill Empire are free, and stocks can be bought and sold freely.

But Greckon is different. Greckon originally followed the example of Alan Hill and insisted that stocks can be traded freely. As a result, the people did not buy it. Everyone held a negative and fearful attitude towards this method of fundraising.

As a result, the stock trading system that imitated the Lanhill Empire established two years ago could not be maintained at all.

In the end, the Grand Consul of Alves had no choice but to grit his teeth and announce the "national reform" of these enterprises.

The way to reform is to use the national treasury reserves to buy some of the stocks of these factories through compulsory purchase.

At the same time, in order to take the lead, Alves and more than half of the consuls, councilors, and senior magicians subscribed for a batch of factory stocks out of their own pockets.

Then, after half a year, these factories started to make a lot of profits, and Alves went from being the respected chief executive officer of Grekken to the richest man in Grekken...

Now, that is, in the past few days, with the news of Grecon's attachment to the Alan Hill Empire, Alves' worth has tripled in one breath!

Yes, the speed at which he is making money now is not much slower than printing money! If he sells his stocks now, the cash in his hand is estimated to be an astronomical figure!

"Master Grand Consul... In this case, if... I mean... if... our annexation of the Alan Hill Empire is cancelled..." A confidant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Alves, Said a little timidly.

He paused for a moment before expressing the result he feared the most: "Those who have already benefited, those who want the benefits... I'm afraid they are going crazy..."

It is also a scary thing to think about: most of the consuls have smiles on their faces in recent days, and the reason is obvious without asking, they have made money!

But now, if you tell them that the plan to include the Alan Hill Empire is cancelled, what will happen next?

The stock market will be frustrated by bad news, and their money will shrink. The most terrible thing is that those who have bought stocks at high prices recently will naturally not let it go.

At that time, it will not be as simple as the financial tsunami. He will be responsible for the shrinking industry of the entire Grecon Empire!

Angry people will definitely not listen to his explanation, or he doesn't have the ability to explain it - even he himself doesn't quite understand why a textile factory with a market value of more than 200 million gold coins will become 200 million overnight. Everything can't be sold...

Everyone will only throw their grievances at him, the poor Grand Consul. At that time, even if he is full of mouths, he will not be able to speak clearly.

"This is really a matter full of irony! Is the world crazy, or am I crazy?" Alves sighed, and could only shake his head at this folk investigation report.

He was actually forced to become the richest man in Grekken, and then tripled his worth in a daze...

What makes him feel even more ridiculous is that now, those magicians who were determined not to buy stocks at that time are cutting their heads,

Crowded in Calenoque's stock exchange, trying to buy what some people are selling.

And the people who bought the stocks, because of the situation in front of them, turned out to be the most staunch supporters of Alan Hill attached to Greckon.

Thinking about it, it makes people think that things like stocks are a big hole dug by the Alan Hill Empire!

"My lord, it's too late to say anything now. The parliament is counting votes. If we can join Alan Hill, then everything will be happy, but if we cancel the internal plan, you have to think carefully about how to appease those people. Crazy people." His confidant lowered his head slightly, and told Alves his thoughts.

"My lord! My lord!" Outside the door, a magician waved the result of the ticket in his hand, and rushed over quickly, slapping his palm on the door, and shouted in a hurried tone.

Alves was taken aback, then looked at the door and ordered: "Come in! Give me the result!"

He knew that it was a blessing and not a disaster, and that there was no escape from disaster. The result in front of him has already come out, what is it, can only be admitted, and cannot be changed.

After all, he is not the emperor of the Grecon Empire, he is just a grand consul.

Speaking of prestige, he can propose a major ruling direction, and everyone will not object to it, and can seriously discuss it.

But if you let him make a decision, it will be a bit difficult. This kind of thing, Chris can do it, Andrea can do it, Albert can do it, even the Emperor of the Eternal Empire can do it... But he, even the late Grand Consul Longsard Lai, it's impossible!

"577 Magic Council members voted, 211 voted against, 293 voted in favor, and the rest of the magicians abstained..." When he saw the content of the voting results, Alves felt that he was about to collapse.

He really didn't want to see a result that he didn't want to see, but the facts didn't joke with him, he found a seat tremblingly and sat down, then let out a long breath.

"Phew... Finally, he landed safely." Alves only realized at this moment that his slightly withered palm was still trembling slightly at this moment.

He handed the result in his hand to his confidant, then grabbed a water glass on the table, took a big sip of water to suppress his nervousness.

When he stood up again, Alves regained the majesty of his Grand Consul. He coughed, looked at his confidant who was already weeping with joy, and pointed to the door of the room: "Let's go! It's time for us to implement this result..."

"Yes! My lord." Holding the result, Alves' confidant lowered his head slightly, and the excited expression on his face could no longer be suppressed. Alves became the deputy prime minister of the Alan Hill Empire. As a confidant, he naturally has a brighter future!

The future has never been so beautiful! At this moment, he felt that the sunlight outside the window was so bright.