Chapter 840 Alliance’s “After-Sales Service” (1/2)

The impact of the King's death is still fermenting, and the "Survivor Daily" in Golden Gallen Harbor is also following up on this matter.

On the one hand, the survivors of Golden Gallen Port were surprised by Janusz's miserable end, but on the other hand, they couldn't help but worry about whether this would have an uncontrollable impact on the situation in Borneo.

To be fair.

What Janusz did was indeed a bit extreme, his murderous intent was even stronger than that of Lacy, and he was not shy about drinking and sex.

Not to mention public ethics, this person's personal ethics is really not good. Although there are people in the alliance with bad personal ethics, they will not engage in any forced buying and selling. It is always a consensual relationship between you and me.

However, objectively speaking, this rotten house in the empire was indeed kicked down by Janusz.

Just like Lacy copied the league's homework, he also learned the ruthlessness of his old team, the Legion, and performed it to a super level, almost destroying the "foundation".

But now he died in such a careless manner, leaving only a mess on the ground and a ruined house for others to clean up.

This is definitely not a good thing for people who have not yet built their new houses.

Even if there are ten thousand bad things about the Xilan Empire, that rotten house can still be used as a shelter from the rain.

But these are all things for later...

The noodle shop near the port area was bustling with people early in the morning, and a group of diners were talking nonsense again.

"I knew he wouldn't die well!" The dock worker smacked his thighs and sighed sadly, with some doubts hanging on his thick eyebrows.

"This person is too murderous and hurts others and himself!"

The hawker doing business next to him also nodded and lamented over the headlines in the newspaper.

"Governing a big country is like cooking a small dish, not a big cake. How could he be allowed to turn around like this?"

"It's still a matter of destiny. His appearance lacks a bit of a king's domineering look. He can't hold down the throne, and he will be defeated."

"What is Wang Ba?"

"...Indeed, I think there is nothing wrong with his appearance as a general, but it's a pity that he touched something he shouldn't have touched, and he had to pay for it with his life."

Since dead people can be fished out of the ever-flowing river beach every now and then, superstition has gradually become popular among the middle and lower classes of Golden Gallen Harbor.

It is difficult to say that there is no "fueling" from players behind this. After all, the locals are best at imitating others, and they have not yet reached the stage of taking the best and discarding the dross.

But as a source of conversation after dinner, this is nothing more than a trivial matter.

Followers of the big-horned deer god can learn physics, and the more flexible residents of Borneo naturally don't mind adding a "ghost god" and a "science god" among the thousands of gods.

Everyone was talking about it, and some school teachers who couldn't stand it rolled their eyes and planned to argue with these rough guys.

As a result, before this guy could interrupt, the colleague sitting opposite reached out to stop him.

"Come on, you know it again, hurry up and eat some noodles, class will start soon!"

This topic goes on forever, and there is no way to figure out the reason.

The teacher also knew it in his heart, so he could only roll his eyes again, bury his head in silence and continue eating.

I just hope his students don't do this.

Count all the axioms on the head of numerology.

A certain man sitting in the corner of the noodle shop was also silent, quietly reading the newspaper while waiting for his noodles.

It wasn't until the side was served that he put the newspaper aside and took out the chopsticks from the bucket while sighing leisurely with Kunal who was sitting opposite.

"This charcoal burns red and turns to ash easily... Kunal, we must take this as a warning."

Kunal was stunned for a moment. Seeing that his boss said something he didn't understand again, he thought hard for a while and asked.

"Are you... feeling sorry for Janusz?"

He remembered that his boss said that it would be great if someone could knock down this rotten house like the Empire.

As a result, the flowers planted were not successful, but the willows and willows were unintentionally planted. There was no improvement in Lashi, but the gunpowder barrel in Saifan Port exploded first, and even burned half of the province of Borneo.

Asin shook his head.

"No, it's a good thing if he dies and it's good for everyone. It would be a big trouble if he doesn't die."

But from this point of view, the real cause of this guy's death may not be simple. It may be caused by the power of the Legion or the Alliance operating behind the scenes.

As for the operation behind this, it is not something that a small person like him can know.

Asin knew very well.

Although he held the cotton business in two states, even a certain captain of the Black Panther Army politely called him "Lord", and the warlord leader had to look at him twice, but in front of the real big shots, he Still can only be considered a minor figure.

But little people also have their own way of survival.

That's taking advantage of the situation.

After a pause, he said again.

"Now that the Borneo State is established, Abu Saik serves as the leader and advocates constitutional rule. There is an external alliance to bring the warlords of all parties to cease fire, shelve the disputes, and the guns are unanimously directed at the army that is planning to invade... If the states of Borneo Province can really achieve unity, even if It’s mixed with water, which is a good thing for us.”

Kunal said respectfully after hearing this.

"Boss, do you have any orders?"

Asin said in a slow voice.

"I hope you will make some preparations, pick a few smart brothers, go to places like Xifan Port and Tiandu, and develop some members for our Assassin Gang... Remember, before expanding the business from Leopard State and Tiger State Before you go out, you have to keep your eyes open to avoid becoming someone else’s cannon fodder.”

"yes."

Kunal nodded seriously, remembering every word the boss said.

Although he didn't understand the twists and turns, based on his past experience, he was right to follow the boss's instructions.

Asin also nodded.

At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly fell on the newspaper he had placed on the table.

Or to be precise, it fell on the line that he hadn't had time to read just now.

Mr. Rat went to the Mammoth State.

And we also have to run newspapers and universities.

This matter was quiet in the Port of Golden Gallen, and the heat was completely overshadowed by Janusz's death.

But when he saw this, Asin couldn't help but smile.

He knew very well that he was just a rat in the sewer. Even if he knew some words, all he could do was hide in the corner and dig holes.

Although he has no education, he knows how important that thing is.

Now the light of ideal finally shines through.

Compared with the death of a hero, his arrival made him truly feel that there might really be hope for this land...

…

"Hahahaha! Good death!!"

On the swollen Yongliu River, the north wind wrinkled a happy cheer.

Looking at the blood-stained throne on the newspaper clippings, Wu Tuo laughed heartily, and his appetite improved as well.

"It's a thing that can be stabbed by a thousand knives! How can you insects like this emperor sit on my throne! Let me see who dares to sit on it! Whoever sits on it will die on it!"

The eunuch standing aside had a flattering smile on his face and raised his thumb in praise.

"Your Majesty is wise! The power of the pillar connects to the earth's veins, and the earth's veins connect to the palace of Tiandu. Only a body like your majesty can withstand this kind of power!"

Wu Tuo smiled, very satisfied with the compliment, but as if remembering something, he shook his head and clicked his tongue in regret.

"...I just pity the people of Tiandu. They don't know what's good and what's good. They fall with the thieves and suffer all these crimes in vain."

If only they had grown stronger bones, showed some loyalty, and followed his imperial guards to fight with the bandits, they would not have ended up in the situation they are in now, becoming thieves.

He has asked the Legion for help.

And his allies also agreed to his request and are sending more troops to Xisail Port, preparing to kill the mob.

The Legion won't let them go.

Those Weirant people kill people with great ferocity! Cutting off the head is like killing a chicken!

Even if they changed their names, it would be useless. Who doesn't know that they are the old subordinates of the "Sky Bandits"?

When the legion completes its deployment in Sailsport, these thieves will all die!

Thinking of this, Wu Tuo finally felt a little calmer in his heart, but he felt a little distressed. After all, it was his own people who died in the end.

But he soon shook his head and drove the trace of unhappiness out of his mind.

As an emperor, you must never act like a woman and care about the gains and losses of one person in that city.

Now the pus and blood of corruption has seeped into the empire's veins.

Only when the blood flows into a river and the pus and blood is completely drained can Xi Lan be saved!

And just when Wutuo imagined that the so-called "Borneo Kingdom" would collapse in front of the legion's artillery fire, Captain Oletwan, who received the telegram from the "Borneo Kingdom", looked confused.

[Warning to the Legion, we are a federation established by the reformers of the old Gray Wolf Army. Because we despise the brutal behavior of Janusz and his henchmen, we have raised troops to attack them!

Now that Janusz and his accomplices have been executed and the sky is under our control, we are willing to resume diplomacy with you as the "Borneo State" and discuss matters including Saipan Port, etc. Many matters...

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The telegram arrived at the Governor's Mansion in the morning and was delivered to the military base at noon. The content was very long, filling three pages.

But Olet just read the first two lines and couldn't help laughing.

"Interesting... Hahahaha! It's so interesting!" While saying this, he grinned and touched the back of his head with his right hand.

As a captain stationed in Yongye Port and one of the key members of the Southern Legion, he had heard about the eastward expansion plan within the Southern Legion.

Although he was not directly involved in the conspiracy at Xifan Port, with his eyesight it was not difficult to detect what was going on and he understood it.

The territory of the Southern Legion has not expanded for more than a hundred years, which is simply unbelievable for an organization that pursues militarism.

Especially now that the development of the Southern Legion and the colonies along the Great Desert has reached a bottleneck, and the fat meat of Borneo is hanging on their lips, it is difficult for people not to be greedy.

The civil service group can eat, why can't they?

Rather, it would be a waste of nature to leave this piece of fat to those weak and incompetent civil servants!

If this eastward expansion plan succeeds, it will not only bring a large number of hard-working livestock to the legion, but also push the legion's territory to the west side of Silver Moon Bay.

For him personally, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make meritorious deeds!

If you keep fighting against mutants and natives, you won't be able to become a two-star or above Captain of Ten Thousands. But if you can open up territory for the legion, even if you don't get an inch of territory in the end, you can still be promoted based on your merits in the war!

However, the current development of this matter was beyond his expectation.

A fire that was supposed to sweep across the entire province of Borneo was suddenly stopped by a gunshot.

And it wasn’t just the fire that stopped.

Their relationship with the old Gray Wolf Army members such as Absek was also severed.

Although the lines here in this telegram are written respectfully, there is a sense of neither humbleness nor arrogance inside and outside, as if they are talking about two families.

The obvious thing.

These unfamiliar white-eyed wolves have a new backer!

And there is a high probability that it is an alliance!

Otherwise, how could they dare to show off with the legion with the little guys they have?

Olette could guess with his toes that this was definitely more than just a gunshot.

Eighty percent of the reason is that the alliance is causing trouble!

No--

At least ninety-nine percent!

"...It doesn't matter whether the Borneo Kingdom is successful or not. When will it be the turn of these slaves to talk nonsense? We haven't admitted it yet."

As he spoke, Mr. Oletwan smiled and threw the unread telegram on the table.

Standing next to him, his staff officer said softly.

"I heard that the alliance's mission is in Tiandu. Maybe the alliance did this."

"Is there any need to guess?"

Olette curled his lips, picked up the goblet and sipped the red wine. After a moment, he sneered and continued slowly.

"And I guess not only the alliance, but our own mission may also have played a role."

The staff officer frowned slightly.

"You mean...the pangolin sent by Captain Bennot?"

Olette nodded slightly and said calmly.

"I have thought carefully about it for a long time. If it is just a mission from the alliance, it is really not enough to make Absek suddenly jump back and launch a coup against Janusz in advance."

"Even if he is tempted by the conditions offered by the alliance, he should wait for the outcome of the seven-way army in the opposition, and wait for those people to return to the court and reward them for their merits, instead of letting the half-burned fire suddenly stop. Down."

The staff officer nodded thoughtfully.

"Indeed... this scene was supposed to be performed tacitly, but they suddenly became alert, which is really a bit abnormal."

The equipment the Heavenly King's Army has is not just the warehouse at the port, but also has a lot of "investment" from the Southern Army.

Logically speaking, it should still be the honeymoon period for both parties. Even if they have second thoughts, they still have to worry about the meat that has not yet been eaten.

When the Janusz Dynasty completely replaces the Xilan Dynasty and engages in fighting with the warlords in Mammoth State and even the Golden Gallen Port, the Southern Army can gradually tighten its covert support for the Janusz Dynasty and then take advantage of the situation. The flesh on them.

However, now they suddenly jumped back, and would rather not even continue the remaining investment than continue this drama.

In this case, there is only one possibility left.

The voice from within the legion revealed to them the true intention of the Southern Legion!

The only people who can do this are the civil servants in Triumph City.

Those weaklings are the last ones who want to fight.

"These sluggish things..." The staff officer couldn't help but cursed secretly, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

That's an opportunity bought with three thousand lives!

These trash guys who only care about their own selfish desires, don't they think about the dead Wilant people?

"Haha, let them pull our trouser legs."

Olette's eyes narrowed slightly, and the meaningful smile on his face became even colder.

"...These people are still too naive. No matter how they cut it or draw the line, it's not up to us to admit it or not."

"Not to mention that the Heavenly King's Army still has seven armies in the field, and the objects we want to liquidate are still there. What's more, we are not sending troops solely to avenge the compatriots in Xifan Port, but also to reinforce our allies and help them put down the rebellion. "

"If we leave them alone, wouldn't it appear that we are not keeping our word?"

As for what happened after the rebellion was over, that was a matter for later.

After a pause, he stood up from his seat and looked at the messenger standing aside with a sharp expression.

"Send a copy of the telegram to the legion commander...and pass the original copy over."

"In addition, notify combat units at all levels of the entire army so that they can be ready to go to the front line at any time!"

"For the glory, dignity, and land of the Weiland people!"

"The time for revenge is coming!"

The Wilantes, who kept moving forward with bayonets in hand, once again faced a threat to their survival.

This time the "threat" comes from the Borneo Province in the east of the great desert - the most "docile and Buddhist" honest people living on the red earth.

Telegrams from the Borneo Province floated across Evernight Port to the War Department of the Southern Army. At the same time, intense war mobilization had begun in Evernight Port.

And all of this is under the surveillance of a nuclear-powered submarine.

The resident from Vault 70 was eating potato chips while tapping the holographic screen with his fingers, excerpting the photos taken by the drone and inserting them into the newly edited file.

…

On the other side, the alliance mission visiting Tiandu finally received the reform draft from the Absak authorities.

In the meeting hall of Tiandu Palace, Eagle sitting at the conference table carefully flipped through the documents in his hands.

In fact, to be honest, this reform draft is quite well written. It was probably copied from the current affairs pages of the "Survivor Daily" in Jingallang Port.

For example, public education or something.

For example, joint-stock bank reform.

Another example is encouraging women to participate in labor production and so on.

Then when I saw the abolition of agricultural taxes, my visionary eagle couldn't stand it any longer.

If the agricultural tax is abolished, what will the hundreds of thousands of troops in the city and outside the city eat?

Cannibalism?

"You are too... you like to go to extremes too much!" The far-sighted eagle shook his head and sighed, "We do hope that you will make some changes worthy of our recognition, but we don't expect you to eat a fat man in one bite. Can you give me a little more Be more realistic, like divide this plan into three to five years?”

After all, the alliance has a group of blue jackets with core technology to help, but even so, it was a hard life of "stuffing money into sacks and wearing them as clothes".

The population of Borneo Province is hundreds of times that of the Alliance. When the death rate is suppressed and the average life expectancy increases, even if the birth rate remains unchanged, it will be enough for their population to take off like a loose spring.

It's not good to be as stubborn as Janusz and even go against the grain, but there is definitely no future for them to mess around like this.

Don't say the alliance can't help.

Even if the ideal city is given to them, they will be reduced to paupers.

Sitting opposite the eagle, Absek did not have any consciousness of doing something stupid. Instead, he laughed and said disapprovingly.

"How can this be considered extreme? It's never too late to do some things! We are willing to start from now on and truly deliver equality into the hands of survivors in Borneo!"

Having said this, he looked at the eagle eagerly, smiled sheepishly and said.

"However... you can also see our difficulties. The Xilan Empire has only left so much foundation. We still hope that you can help us to some extent."

Eagle looked at this guy blankly, and suddenly felt that this guy's gesture of asking for money looked familiar.

Good guy.

I really want to help you, but you are thinking about exploding my gold coins every day!

Is this appropriate?

"...It's not that we don't help you, it's that you drew a black hole for us that can't see the bottom."

After gathering himself, Eagle sighed and dropped the draft on the table.

"If you really want to get things done, then do it step by step... I will give you appropriate help, but don't put all your hopes on us."

He is a watered-down diplomat, not a real diplomat. Naturally, the managers did not give him any budget. All he can provide are methods and experience.

In fact, even a true diplomat may only have these things to give them.

The league has never spent a penny on its younger brother in the form of financial allocations.

Low-interest loans are already the upper limit of support, and even low-interest loans are not that easy to get. After all, they are related to the social insurance and pensions of alliance residents, etc. Safety is the first priority, and income is second. .

For example, Mammoth State authorities have been unable to obtain it.

No matter how eloquent the salesmen under Lacy were, the most they could do was borrow money from banks in Silver Moon Bay or Golden Gallen Port, or invest in it with investors like Liszt bringing their own dry food.

Absek didn't know this, and he was still counting on how much money the cute guy in front of him could shell out, and listened attentively.

"Sir, please give me some advice!"

Eagle said patiently.

"Abolition of slavery, encouraging women to participate in production... These policies are all good. Anyway, you don't have unemployment benefits. It doesn't cost you much. The most you can do is spend some cohesion... Well, I mean to spend more words to promote something. of."

MMP!

I accidentally said something about a joke.

However, Absek did not hear any questions and still said sincerely.

"It doesn't matter, just say it, I can understand!"

You better understand!

Eagle stared at this "fake cloud player" for a few times to make sure that he was not perfunctory, and then slowly opened his mouth and continued.

"There's no need to worry about the agricultural tax. It's not like you don't know who owns most of the land in Borneo."

Absek nodded suddenly, and then asked again.

"What about a stepped tax? One person has three acres of land. There is no tax for less than three acres. There is one level for more than three acres and less than five acres. There is another level for less than ten acres."

Eagle glanced at this guy in surprise, not expecting that he would actually draw inferences.

Is this person a bit skilled?

Although it is a bit straw bag, it is not completely straw bag.

"Graded tax is a good idea, but you have to consider your own actual situation, such as the issue of land holdings. If I lend you money and let you buy my land, how will you deal with it?"

Absek was stunned for a moment and held back a sentence for a long time.

"And this is such a good thing?!"

Eagle rolled his eyes and couldn't help but complain.

"Don't think this is a good thing. If you use this land for farming, I bet you won't get enough money from selling it to pay the interest on the loan! You are all farmers, and they have nothing to do but farm the land. Go ahead, any knife you use on the land will end up cutting them, because they have no choice.”

One is phenomenon and the other is essence.

If the essence of people being inseparable from the land remains unchanged, then no matter what method is used to collect the money, the final result will be the same.

At most, the difference is long-term pain and short-term pain.

Looking at the stunned Absaik, Eagle patiently imparted his relatively mature experience to him.

"...The correct solution is to impose taxes on the circulation link. For example, first increase the tariff on grain exports, and then levy domestic grain-or bean consumption tax directly from grain merchants. Although there will still be costs passed on to producers. "But this increased cost will not squeeze specific groups, but will be shared by all consumers in the entire society."

Absykes nodded understandingly, as if he understood it, but also as if he didn't.

However, whether he understood it or not, he finally remembered what to do.

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

Eagle nodded.

"Well, that's all we can do at this stage. You can make adjustments after you industrialize... As for this money, it should be a huge income. At least the tariff part should be enough for you to develop some light industries. Saving money and food is just a stopgap measure. Planning and expanding your financial resources is the long-term solution.”

In fact, he dared to come up with this idea mainly because the two coastal states of Huzhou and Baozhou promoted cash crops on a large scale and "converted beans to cotton" on a large scale.

As a result, the food needed by Huzhou and Baozhou can only be imported from inland areas where food prices are cheaper through the port of Yongliu River.

After the establishment of the alliance-led production system, Jingallon Port took over the industrial equipment eliminated by the alliance, while Huzhou and Baozhou took over the parts of Jingallon Port that were gradually phased out.

Such as spinning machines or sugar making machines, etc.

When Borneo gradually gets on the right track, it will naturally be able to take over some of the industrial equipment eliminated from Tiger State and Leopard State, at least buy those used sewing machines and tractors.

In this way, a virtuous cycle can be formed, rather than relying on unilateral blood transfusions from the Alliance or Golden Gallen Port.

Of course, the premise is that the money saved is used in the right place.

The Eagle is not worried that warlords like Absek will steal their money. These guys will almost certainly marry young wives, there is no need to doubt it. But if you just live a luxurious life, you won't be able to make a lot of money.

Just like playing "Tropico" to transfer money to an overseas bank, the little money that goes into the president's pocket is not at all an order of magnitude compared to the overall profit (or loss) of the island.

Not to mention putting it in the wasteland. With the development of Borneo Province, these people have nothing to live up to even if they want to be luxurious. At most, they can go to Golden Gallon Port for a while, and after that, they have to go back.

As long as these guys don't do anything outrageous, such as building wonders on the banks of the Everliu River, or putting saddles on donkeys, the money will definitely be enough.

As for public education, we can start with literacy night schools.

When the first batch of workers to become literate benefit and are assigned good jobs, the enthusiasm of the people will naturally be mobilized, and the money spent in the end may not be as much as imagined.

If the local survivors still make a living by farming and have no need to improve their academic qualifications, it will be useless even if they build an education building on the same spot and shove textbooks in the faces of the locals.

Eagle said with a thirsty mouth. During this process, he drank two large pots of tea and circled all the unreliable places in the draft and corrected it.

He felt that he was quite interesting as a fake diplomat. Not only did he accompany them in a full set of scenes, but he also provided after-sales service.

There were a few places where he couldn't make up his mind, so he made a special excuse to go to the toilet a few times, went back to the forum to ask the big guys for advice, and waited until the big guys had finished talking before he came back to continue talking.

The murderous Absek behaved like a student in front of him, listening carefully and asking someone to take notes.

Although he cannot read, he can always listen to people read.

And seeing that this guy had so many ideas in his mind, he also secretly made up his mind to learn some cultural knowledge seriously after he had some free time.

After finally having nothing to say, Yingying suddenly remembered a person and spoke again quickly.

"By the way, that Anwo... how long do you plan to keep him in prison? Hasn't Janusz been liquidated by you, so it's time for him to reverse his case, right?"

Absek was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his head and said with an embarrassed smile.

"Look at my memory...there have been so many things like this recently, and I forgot about them without paying attention."

eagle:"……"

This is so unforgettable! ?

Absek seemed to feel that this reason was untenable, and he coughed and continued.

"Actually, I locked him up to protect him. At present, we reformists have the upper hand, but not everyone in the federation supports us. I am also worried that there are Janusz's henchmen waiting for an opportunity to retaliate."

After a pause, he straightened his expression and said.

"Don't worry! I'll have him released right now!"

Eagle nodded.

"Okay, we also want to talk to this guy. If it's convenient, I'll go with your people."

"No problem!" Absek smiled on his face, but there was a murmur in his heart.

Why are people in this alliance so interested in a nobody like Anwo?

But he didn't feel panic at all.

After all, no matter what, they were still on the same boat, and Anwo could not betray anyone if he betrayed him.

With more than two hundred lives on his hands, that guy had no way out.

Then he would promote that guy.

After handing in so many certificates of nomination, it’s time to enjoy some blessings on your own...