Seven Hundred and Forty-Two Change the Emperor's Mind

The two noble businessmen looked at me and I looked at you, sitting helplessly opposite each other in the bedroom specially prepared for them.

"What should I do? Buying these bastards is much more difficult than buying those city guards back then. They have discipline pickets and guards' spies..." A businessman asked helplessly.

"It has nothing to do with those... This is their battlefield. On the battlefield, of course they prayed devoutly to their gods." Another businessman shook his head and said, "Think about yourself in the stock exchange. Bar."

At that time, the two of them were also sincerely praying to their god, Chris, the god of wealth—they were willing to sacrifice their souls just to see another daily limit!

"Well, if His Majesty the Emperor doesn't stop us from getting rich this time, I may still be a loyal believer now." The businessman laughed at himself, lit a cigarette casually, and used the smell of the cigarette to drive away There is a faint smell of corpses around.

The power consumption here is not tight. After all, there are things like magic crystals as energy supplements, and there is also a large supply of diesel oil. Lighting and other power consumption can be guaranteed.

The lights in the room are stable without any flickering, and the air purifier is also working non-stop to provide purer air for the people in the room.

"What we want to think about now is to make His Majesty the Emperor change his mind." The businessman leaned back on his chair and said very annoyed.

It is obviously not an easy task to change his majesty's emperor's mind. This emperor is the founding emperor, full of prestige and accustomed to power. In this case, to make such an emperor change his mind, the only way is to slowly change the emperor's mind.

"I'll go and walk around with Lord Powell, maybe he can talk to Lord Nolak..." After thinking for a while, he continued to talk to himself a little unwillingly.

In fact, he also knew that Lord Powell he was talking about was just his backer, and this backer was nothing worth mentioning in front of Lord Nolak.

And this Lord Nolak, who sounds like he has all eyes and hands, is not even qualified to raise his hand to ask questions, and to chat with Mr. Gurlo, the boss of the business department who presides over the meeting...

And people like Gurluo, the boss of the Ministry of Commerce, are the ones who can discuss issues with His Majesty the Emperor—if they can influence His Majesty, they need to be at a higher level.

Numerous examples throughout the ages have proved that the ones who have the deepest influence on the emperor are the concubines and queens who can blow pillow wind.

However, this method is a bit unworkable for Chris: the emperor's concubines are either princesses who focus on the army, or elves who don't eat fireworks and great magicians.

Jessica, the only commoner princess who seems to be able to be bought, is now also a super rich man who controls the public opinion of the empire. This star, who is as beautiful as a flower, is not worth much less than those Gods of Wealth on the Elland Hill Rich List.

"This kind of thing, we small people, how can we talk to those big men with hands and eyes..." Another businessman complained.

He knew what level of character he was, and he might be able to cover the sky with one hand in a small place, but he was not even a snake in the face of a real dragon.

Reluctantly looking for those big shots is a bit too overwhelming. This is just like when Diens brought tens of thousands of gold coins to see Clark, the prime minister of the Alante Empire, it was simply humiliating himself.

"Why don't we walk around the military side? If we provide the army with some canned sausages for free... You said Lord Medias of the Expeditionary Army,

Can you meet us? "Finally, he still thought of some ways and suggested.

Money clears the way, some can be given directly to individuals, and some can be directly taken out and used on the bright side.

The Alan Hill Empire has many ways to raise donations. If you invest a sum of money in the war, under normal circumstances, you will get a good return.

In addition to fundraising, some capitalists will purchase additional materials to transport to the front line to improve the supplies of the front line troops. In this case, the army is also willing to provide some convenience for these capitalists.

For example, during the battle, some fields or farms will be protected as much as possible, some valuable ancient buildings will be left behind, and civilian casualties will be reduced as much as possible.

In this way, merchants will save a lot of time, and it will be easier to restore the local economy. They will earn more, so they are more willing to provide a lot of help to the troops.

This is why when they first started, they thought that if they sent something to the troops, the troops would think about it and leave some demons for them.

But this time, their wishful thinking was in vain. The army did not dare to be sloppy with His Majesty's orders, and the demons were also different from those civilians.

"I don't think so. He definitely disdains to have anything to do with people like us. But I heard that the general from Norma named Heidi Canon is a nobleman. Maybe we can go through the door..." Another nobleman the merchant suggested.

His companion nodded and agreed: "You can try it from him. If it works, it can leave a good relationship with the military, and we can talk better in the future."

In their view, spending a sum of money will always pay off. If you don't repay here, you will repay in other ways.

"Or, we can... hope that His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire... will have some accidents during this visit..." Lowering his voice, a businessman said in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Wow." Hearing this sentence, the other businessman trembled with fright, jumped up from his seat, and scolded in a trembling voice: "You, what nonsense are you talking... I didn't hear anything , I didn't hear anything!"

When the timid people heard the topic of His Majesty's accident, even their calves trembled.

At least in his opinion, this topic of talking about His Majesty's safety is a kind of suicide in itself—or, in other words, an uncomfortable method of suicide.

"Hush!" The other person was startled, and quickly made a silent gesture: "I heard that too! Bastard! Don't be so surprised!"

"You idiot!" The businessman jumped up from the chair and pointed at the other person's nose: "Even you have heard that this group of people who want to harm His Majesty, where their ancestors are buried, may all be investigated Clear!"