One Thousand One Hundred Thirty-Six Depends on One Word

With a faint smile on Andrea's face, she said: "The traditional economic growth point of the elves is to export agriculture and related high-level plant-based magic... We bought ores from the magic spar mine in Greikon. No worries."

She said while looking at Chris beside her: "Your Majesty, the elves don't want to get involved in this kind of dispute. Our ranking can also be lower. Anyway, the universe is so big, and there will be a portal to open one day." In Selkes."

Two old foxes! Des was young, but his political sense was still very keen. It can be seen from the choices of the two alien leaders that it is obviously a little bit worth the loss to fight for this portal at this time.

From a long-term perspective, those areas that do not need the support of the magic spar industry really do not need to compete for this magic portal at this time.

And giving up the fight at this time is obviously saving Chris trouble. At this moment, it seems to be a good choice to leave a good impression on His Majesty the Emperor.

But now that the two old foxes have put their style here, it seems a bit too deliberate to say that we will not fight or grab.

The first person to describe a woman with a flower is a genius, the second to describe a woman with a flower is a mediocrity, and the third to describe a woman with a flower is a fool——Des is obviously not a fool, so he cursed inwardly One sentence.

Now, it is obviously impossible for him or others to give up the competition for this space portal.

You know, for a region, the competition is not as simple as a space portal.

Now, where is the space portal opened to receive the magic spar on Moyu 2 planet, the magic spar processing industry there will flourish in the future.

And if another planet with magic spar veins is found, the magic portal will continue to open in areas where the magic spar industry is developed.

This is a development path that can last almost forever, so this fight is not for a while, but for a lifetime!

As long as the fight is won this time, there will be no need to fight in the future! Just wait, wait for more magic spar veins to appear on other planets.

"Since the elves and dwarves are so high-spirited, then we will not be polite. Your Majesty! It is still a very good choice to set the portal at Higgs!" Cruz said.

Moza rushed forward and said: "Your Majesty, Volavo is a better choice. After all, the mine veins there have been exhausted, and there are tens of millions of people, waiting for a good news!"

Chris doesn't know the good and the bad, but once the portal opens in a certain place, the real estate agent in that place will be so happy that he would wake up laughing in his dreams!

"Higgs!" one officer shouted at the top of his voice to another.

"Wolavo!" The official was not to be outdone, as if he was about to fight.

"Dothan!" Of course, there were other people expressing their views loudly.

"Alanticus!" There were also people who had different opinions.

Chris watched the ministers who were arguing about where to open the portal, but kept silent.

He just sat there, quietly watching these ministers in front of him arguing as if they had taken drugs.

Luther came over and handed a document to Chris. Chris glanced at the ministers who were still arguing, and then looked at the list on the document.

"Kill them all." Chris signed a Chinese reading word on the document. Because he was not proficient, the word was a bit ugly and not at all elegant.

All the names on this document belong to businessmen and consortium leaders who have been confirmed recently. If they can be on this list, they all have the ability to die.

Chris had promised Gurlo that he would get rid of a group of guys who got in the way. Now that they have exposed their own problems, don't blame Chris's ruthlessness.

It was just a soft sentence, just an understatement of "kill them all", and the whole conference room fell silent.

Chris handed the document back to Luther, and then looked at the courtiers who were still arguing just now: "What? Let's keep discussing, why stop? I just heard someone call Dothan and Alantic What about S..."

"Cough..." The official who had called out Alanticus just now coughed lightly, and didn't even dare to look at Chris.

The official who insisted on Dawson just now even breathed carefully. He buried his head in his chest, as if he was afraid that others would recognize him.

Because Chris has not spoken, everyone seems to have forgotten one thing, a very important thing, at that moment just now.

The emperor of the Alan Hill Empire who sat before them was the greatest and most powerful emperor in history. He is the master of the entire planet, the true master of the billions of people of the Alan Hill Empire.

No one can control his will, and he can make any decision he thinks is correct as he wants! Even if this decision is wrong and subjective, but this decision... no one can question it!

Being presumptuous in front of His Majesty the Emperor is almost the same as hanging a noose around your own neck. If you want to commit suicide, it is more comfortable to change the way of death.

"Put it on the west side of Higgs, close to the Veronza area... The matter of site selection, leave it to the Higgs Administration Hall." Chris' fingers had stopped tapping unconsciously. Obviously, he I have made up my mind and made a choice.

"The next portal will be opened in Volavo!" Without waiting for anyone to question, and in fact there will be no one, Chris continued: "After this order is set, every piece of land in the empire is important, and there is no It's a case of favoritism."

"In the next order, one south and one north, one east and one west, take care of the feelings of the people in all regions, refer to the economic development of all regions, and line up little by little!" He said, looking at those who dare not Ministers who spoke out: "Ironforge and Selkes, including cities like Calenoque, must be arranged!"

"Long live His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire!" Princess Andrea seconded loudly.

"Long live His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire!" Grand Duke Su Molai also echoed loudly.

Next, all the ministers stood up and seconded the proposal, and the entire conference room echoed with the sound of choruses, long live His Majesty the Emperor.

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