Sixteen Lobbying

These two points are now clearly manifested, putting the rapidly developing city of Serris into an embarrassing situation: the talents related to smelting have to go to the mechanical department to help, and the liars who used to be in charge of alchemy have now become the seats in the chemistry department. guest...

Even in this state, the simple arsenal in Serris City is still working overtime to produce the arms that Chris requires. The most important product is the improved 75mm caliber infantry howitzer. This weapon is not advanced, right? The precision requirements for processing are not high.

"The new 75mm howitzer is being installed in the army, and a new gun has been produced by the Serris Arsenal, just waiting for the adults to come back." When it comes to weapons and equipment, Smith is also well aware of it, because he not only Advisor to the steel plant and one of the chief engineers of the arsenal.

This also proves from another aspect that Serris is currently lacking talents in industrial equipment - this Smith engineer is in charge of almost one-tenth of the machine tool production equipment...

"It is not steel production or any other reason that restricts our development. It is the lack of talents." The engineer sighed with some regret: "Before the adult leaves, he has to tutor 50 people every night to learn industrial knowledge, but most of them still It's a state of ignorance."

"It's already very good. I went from a blacksmith apprentice to a real blacksmith for 12 years." Smith thought of his apprenticeship experience and felt that the suffering was boundless.

He was one of the best craftsmen Chris had ever produced and one of the chief engineers of the Serris Industries Group. He has read books and has a lot of smelting experience, and now he is involved in the research of Chris's new equipment almost every day.

"Do you know how fast our technology is updated now? According to the drawings left by Lord Chris, we have developed the artillery technology to the second generation." Smith finished talking about his past, and proudly stretched out his finger, He made a gesture and came out: "The new howitzer is lighter and smaller!"

The 90mm caliber WWI era cannon, the technology is outdated. Before it was popularized in the army, it was completely eliminated by the new technology of Serris.

At this rate of development, when Chris returns to Serris from Ferry City, the cannons equipped by his main force of World War I can only be equipped with second-line troops.

And as long as he is willing, at that time, it is estimated that he can directly use the electric light and the telegraph...

"Lord Clark! Seris is really the victim! We were attacked by Maine and Ferry, and we fought back and won!" Stryd pleaded in a low voice in the well-decorated hall.

Every candle here is a precious luxury that is carefully crafted, and every candlestick here is filled with the atmosphere of art. The floor paved with icy marble is flat and smooth, and the texture on it is even exquisite.

The prime minister's mansion of the Arrant Empire is definitely not comparable to that of a small town lord's mansion in the countryside. Although it can't be built into a fort, every detail here is luxurious, making Strid feel ashamed.

The old man sitting in the first place has a wrinkled face, holding a wine glass in one hand, while the other hand is being held by a young girl in the palm of his hand, carefully manicuring his nails.

I saw the old man's lips opened and closed slightly, and said in a slow and unhurried tone: "It's useless to say anything, the empire will immediately send a new city lord to arrive at the two places. If Seris cooperates, then treat it as nothing. It happened, and if Serris doesn't cooperate, it's an enemy of the Empire."

His voice echoed throughout the hall, as if several people were talking at the same time, that ethereal feeling, with majesty and arrogance.

"My lord! We are really victims! Now that we have occupied Maine and the ferry, we are willing to pay taxes for the two places! Lord, please call the shots for the city of Serris!" Stried complained bitterly.

The prime minister of the empire, Clark, was unmoved, squinting at the gold coins in a box in front of him, picked up the wine glass and shook it twice, and said with disdain: "I will accept these gold coins with a smile, you don't have to bring them with you. It's such a hassle to come and bring."

Hearing that he couldn't even bring back the gold coins, Strid felt even more uncomfortable. He knelt on the ground and begged, "Please think twice, Prime Minister! Seris shed blood and sacrificed for the empire. If Mayne and other places come to invade again, we..."

"It's just these two words over and over again, I'm tired, you step back!" Clark drank the wine in the glass and instructed the waiter beside him.

"My lord, Seris is willing to pay 4,500 gold coins in tax tribute for the two places every year! My lord!" Stried raised his head and seized the last chance to mourn.

Clark sneered and waved his hand: "With such a little tax, are you sending beggars? Get out of here! I don't know what to do!"

Pay an extra 1500 gold coins every year? How could the empire be in the eye? What's more, these 1,500 gold coins must be paid into the treasury, and they have nothing to do with him, the prime minister.

In short, although this City Lord Seris has the strategic vision to win over the Arlant Empire, he has too little chips in his hand - Serris has nothing to impress the Arlant Empire, so it is impossible to swallow it. A fat victory.

As for going against Arrant's will? Prime Minister Clark didn't even think about it at all - Arlant has a million army, crushing a small city lord, it is definitely something that can be captured easily.

Strid was "sent" out of Prime Minister Arrant's mansion by the guards. After being pushed out of the door, he looked at the men waiting outside the door, bowed his head and didn't know what to do.

He spent all the gold coins he brought, but failed to complete the task that the city lord Chris gave him. This is a shameful and painful thing.

The next problem is the most thorny. Arrant will send a new lord to take over Mayne and the ferry. The victory of Serris will become meaningless, and the danger of the four battles will continue. The ambition of the lord will turn into a joke...

Faceless! With a long sigh in the bottom of his heart, Streed was silent in frustration, but at this moment he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Huh? Isn't this Mr. Streed? Why are you here?"

Hearing someone calling him, Stried raised his head and saw the young man in front of him. He immediately bent over and said in greeting, "Mr. Des... I... I am here on the order of my lord. work here."

"Find Chancellor Clark to do business?" Desel snorted with a smile, then looked at the gloomy Strid's face, and said with a smile: "It's not cheap to enter this gate, presumably Mr. Reed's business, is it not done?"

"Yes, the Prime Minister did not agree to our request..." Stried grabbed the last straw and said, "But this is very important to us."

"Let's hear it!" Des took two steps forward and got close to Strid.

Stryd leaned close to Des's ear and muttered for a few minutes, and Des's eyes lit up immediately: "You mean... Mayne, and the ferry?"

"Yes!" Strid nodded and admitted: "Yesterday, the carrier pigeons caught up with my team, my lord... The troops have entered the ferry."

"Ha!" Des exclaimed excitedly, then reached out and patted Stryd's shoulder, grinning: "Leave this to me, since Lord Chris gave me such a surprise , I'm going to give Chris a gift in return! Wait for me here!"

After he finished speaking, he walked into the Prime Minister's mansion with his hands behind his back. The guards at the door didn't seem to see such a gorgeously dressed young man walking in, and no one came up to stop him.

"Des! I know that the Lontaite family has a great business, but you let the empire take control of the disputes in the frontier territory, is it a little too lenient?" Prime Minister Clark heard that he came to pay his respects. Des also came to ask about the war in Mayne Ferry and other places, and scolded with a displeased face.

After a pause, he continued to say with a dignified tone: "What's more, you can't represent the Longtaite family, right? Don't you think that you are a little clueless about interfering in the government's affairs?"

"Lord Clark!" Des is not from the country, and the extravagance in front of him has no effect on him. He smiled and waited for Clark to finish before he took out a piece of paper and handed it forward: "I know your time is not cheap, but we can talk slowly."

A maid walked in front of Des, took the shimmering brown paper, and was startled by the numbers on it. Then the maid lowered her head and placed the large-value coupon, which is commonly used by the upper class of the empire, on the table beside Chancellor Clark.

Clark glanced at the number above, saw the 4D after the five, and a smile appeared on his icy face: "The Long Tait family is indeed very rich, the Prime Minister is willing to chat with the young people more, you all go down! "

After the screen retreated left and right, the hall seemed to be a lot empty, and Des said: "This war on the border was started under my instigation. So, don't you think it's strange now, my lord?"

"The Long Tait family intervened in the war between Serris and Maine and the ferry? What are you planning?" The prime minister motioned for Des to find a guest seat and replied.

"Benefits!" Des leaned on the chair and answered in a comfortable position: "Mayne invaded Seris, he needs weapons and equipment! Serris needs weapons and equipment to defend against Mayne's attack, no matter who they win. Now, the Long Tait family will get the benefits."