1343 Businessmen on the Brink of Bankruptcy

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A withered palm unscrewed the cap of a bottle of beautifully packaged Bonin, and then poured the crystal clear liquid inside into the bright glass that reflected the light.

The ice cubes in the glass began to melt slowly under the immersion of the wine, and then floated up little by little with the light yellow wine, and collided together, making a nice clinking sound.

The shriveled hand with the gemstone ring grabbed the glass and poured the wine into the same shriveled lips exaggeratedly.

This is a lonely man, sitting in his office, with a pair of dull eyes, looking at the dusty financial statements in the office.

In the corner of the office, there is also a huge planetarium, which is the planet Alan Siris, the capital of the Alan Hill Star Empire, and a sacred and inviolable royal city.

"Father..." A young man walked into the office and cried out distressedly when he saw the desk and the scattered wine bottles on the ground.

"I got it... I got it..." The middle-aged man's hair was already gray, he raised his eyes and glanced at his son, then grabbed the wine bottle and poured wine into his own glass.

"Father! You can't drink any more!" The young man wanted to snatch the wine bottle, but he failed. He opened his mouth to persuade, but his father poured the glass of wine into his mouth when he opened his mouth.

"At most, three days at most, we will go bankrupt! Apart from drinking, what else can make me forget this fact?" The middle-aged man smiled wryly, and then grabbed the bottle again.

"You have to cheer up! Father! There will always... always be a chance!" The young man picked up a production report from the ground and put it back on the table.

"Chance? Hope planet 2 is a hell! It's a hell for us! It's a hell! There are no scary monsters! There are no powerful magicians! The air is sweet! It's full of lambs waiting to be slaughtered." ..." The middle-aged man glanced at last year's report with disdain, and then moved his gaze away unnaturally.

Once, he also had brilliant moments. Five years ago, his factory was producing non-stop every day. At that time, he could describe it as making money every day.

However, three years ago, the factory he expanded had to start reducing production. The fully automatic production line he invested in was not even one-third of the operating rate.

What can I do? After all, he has no way to force others to buy the things he produces, all of which are helpless.

The only thing that can save him is Hope Planet 2... As long as his products are needed there, he can turn around, he can get a chance to breathe, and he can once again control his own destiny.

It's a pity that there is no hope for him on Planet 2. His factory has been completely shut down more than a month ago, and he can only wait helplessly for the arrival of the last moment.

He looked at the melting ice in the wine glass, and said in a lonely voice: "For those real estate developers, there is heaven! They like it, but for us... it is... the last hope we can destroy." The place of the devil!"

Having said that, his eyes turned red, and his palms tightly squeezed the glass that reflected the light.

Falling into a hysterical state, he began to yell manically: "Why are they so weak? Why are they so weak even to resist? Aren't they ashamed? Ashamed of themselves who let others slaughter them!"

"Father! You drank too much!" The young man pressed his father's shoulders and persuaded him, "You haven't had a good rest for several days... Go home! Get a good night's sleep and you'll feel better of."

"Damn it! It's been three years! There hasn't been a decent war for three years! Have the generals of the empire fallen? Look at their stomachs, what's the difference between them and wine barrels?" Pushing away his son,

The desperate middle-aged man filled his glass with bonin again.

It was a cheap ale that only workers drank on weekdays. On this not-so-prosperous planet, it was just a cheap drink. Because food is too abundant, the price of this kind of drink is also very low, even in this "place where birds don't shit".

"War! War! Why...why do you hope that there will not be a real war on planet 2?" Pouring the wine in his hand into his mouth again, the middle-aged man laughed wildly and stood up, making a The movement of opening arms: "I put everything here! But, but this is over! It's over!"

This is an unprosperous planet with a population of just over 10 million. The only advantage of opening a factory here is cost control.

Because the land here is cheap and the price of raw materials is relatively low, and it is adjacent to two resource planets, it is easy to obtain a large amount of copper mines.

Of course, another reason is that because of the industrial transformation of Alan Sirius, he sold related equipment at a low price-he bought hundreds of equipment, which were very expensive at first, but they were very cheap when he bought them .

As a result, he, who originally wanted to do a big job, only knew why these devices were so cheap two years ago—because they would not be useful for a long time.

The officials who sold the equipment did not lie to him. The other party told him frankly that for the long-term development of the empire, the development of people's livelihood and economy will be given priority in the future.

But at that time, he was obviously unwilling to believe such a statement. Those big arms dealers are making a lot of money, so of course he wants to join in and get a share of the pie...

So he bought land on this planet, built factories, and then established a huge arms factory.

At its peak, his factories generated close to one-tenth of the tax revenue on the planet. But that's all in the past, because now, his factory has not turned on those huge machines for more than a month.

There is no way, because the empire has not had a foreign war for three years, the demons have completely surrendered, and the elves and dragons have also been attached.

Looking around, the entire universe seems to have no enemies. Although the empire is still developing its armaments, it is obviously focusing on the emerging space fleet.

Most of the traditional weapons have been preserved, because there is no incentive to eliminate them without war.

The T-72 tank is still in service in the military, as is the Type 99 main battle tank. Apart from purchasing power armor, the ground troops do not have many new equipment update plans. Even the ammunition produced by his factory is only a small number of fragmented orders.