Three Hundred and Fifty-Five Unfamiliar Wolves

Thinking of this, he quickly put away his handkerchief and smiled awkwardly: "That, nephew..."

"Call me the master." Des glanced at the other party and corrected softly.

The uncle was even more embarrassed. He coughed and said again: "Patriarch... Since you don't intend to pursue the matter of the 100 million gold coins... I haven't done anything recently, what is out of the ordinary."

"Ha!" Des snorted as if mockingly, then raised his chin and squinted at the other party: "Then I'll just say it directly, I heard... You are buying the shares of the Empire Group?"

"Yeah, there is such a thing. It's a good thing that you can't buy on weekdays. If I buy some at the bottom, it will definitely increase in value in the future." When it comes to this matter, the clan uncle is rather proud.

"I strictly ordered not to buy the shares of the Empire Group. You seem to be there at that group meeting?" Des's eyes became cold and he asked.

The uncle felt a chill, but he still defended: "Nephew, you are too careful! Now the empire is in troubled times. If we don't take the opportunity to seize the opportunity to make money, we will be surpassed by others!"

What he called this opportunity was actually the fact that Chris was now somewhat insolvent and was dragged into the vortex of financial difficulties by the continuous war.

Because of the continuous expansion of the army, the losses of Ailan Hill are also increasing. On the contrary, the income from the war is decreasing, and many big financial groups are withdrawing their funds and no longer supporting the foreign wars of Erlang Hill.

It's fine to say that these consortiums are selfish or short-sighted. Anyway, these consortiums are exchanging the war bonds issued by Ailan Hill before and running on Ailan Hill's national finances.

For this matter, in recent days, Ireland Hill's Minister of Finance has successively met with the actual heads of many consortiums. However, because of the huge amount, such an appointment is also of little effect.

In order to solve the financial difficulties, the emperor of the empire Chris began to sell the companies under the royal family, trying to support this protracted foreign war by himself.

Therefore, the shares of the Imperial Group, which had almost never been sold before, were placed in the auction house and began to be sold to those who were willing to pay high prices: from military industrial enterprises to banks, from technology companies to patent use rights, there were many, many to countless.

Chris also wants to use this auction of shares and technology to share the dividends of technological progress and let private funds flow.

However, recently, some consortia have been eyeing these valuable things,

They began to buy shares of the Empire Group privately, trying to use the emperor's majesty, embezzle the Empire Group, and carve up the largest piece of the Empire's cake.

In modern warfare, gold coins are fought, and victory always belongs to the side with enough gold coins. Alan Hill's invincibility on the frontal battlefield is nothing more than because it has dropped enough gold coins.

Every battle costs a lot of food, oil, rubber, steel... These things are real gold and silver, plus various other products, the gold coins are scattered like running water.

Although part of it became tax and was recovered, most of the money still went to the hands of big chaebols and aristocrats. Coupled with various policies to benefit the people, the situation of Ailan Hill's making ends meet is now quite serious.

Fiscal deficits have been running for five consecutive years, and the first few years were relatively good. After all, the base was not that huge. In the last two years, the annual fiscal deficits of billions or even tens of billions were enough to overwhelm any country.

But even so, Ailan Hill's army still maintains a scale of more than 10 million, and the army is constantly updating its weapons and equipment, and these weapons and equipment are more sophisticated and advanced year by year, and naturally they are more and more advanced. expensive.

The navy, which was originally saving money, is now like a behemoth that swallows gold. There are as many as 100 warships to be launched in one breath, including expensive battleships and aircraft carriers, as well as nuclear submarines.

The Air Force urgently needs f-15s and f-16s to replace old fighter jets, and the demand for bombers has never stopped.

The same is true for the Army. Dozens of armored divisions line up to replace the t-72 tanks, and half of the troops are waiting for their ak-47s with Mauser 98k rifles.

There are places asking for money, funding for construction is needed everywhere, every city controlled by Ireland Hill is expanding, hospitals, schools, railways, highways all need state funding, which seems to be very important.

In order to get enough gold coins, the imperial concubine had already gone out to perform to raise funds. At this time, Des found out that his clansmen actually wanted to buy the shares of the Empire Group, trying to make Chris...

He really wanted to pat the other party's shoulder and praise the other party: Talented! He also really wanted to slash the opponent's neck with his own long sword, to see if the opponent was really not bad!

"Do you know why our Longtaite family has what it is today?" Des stood up with his hands on the table and asked.

"Nephew! It's not me, the uncle who told you, your idea is outdated. We businessmen, you will lose money when you talk about loyalty! If you lose money, then you are not a businessman." The uncle taught Desai a lesson. Er's expression: "The times have changed!"

"Changed?" Des raised his eyebrows, and a sinister smile appeared on his beautiful face: "You really dare to say it."

"This empire is not so much the emperor's, but our businessmen! If we don't lend him money, how could he have risen in such a short time?" The uncle felt that he persuaded Des. Still talking.

Des nodded: "Well, have you ever thought about it, if we don't lend him money, where will our family have the chance to become such a behemoth today?"

"Isn't he still the emperor!" The clan uncle said disapprovingly: "We make money and gain power, so he can be his emperor! The world is still his in name, and we are just like before, manipulating this puppet behind the scenes..."

"Enough! That's enough!" Des interrupted the other party's words: "Almost, hand over the 100 million you embezzled, and then hand over all your company to Longtait Marvin..."

He ignored the clan uncle who had been stunned there, and continued to talk to himself: "After you go out, strangle the woman in your car to death, then go to the police station to surrender, and I will find a better lawyer. Here it is, so you can eat and drink in prison for a lifetime."

"Don't get me wrong, this is to thank you for your kindness for lending me 100,000 gold coins when I was in the most difficult time." Des said while showing a warm smile: "Your Majesty is also a nostalgic person, even if I know about you I don't think I'll go to prison to find you trouble."

"You...you can't do this to me! I'm your clan uncle..." After being stunned for a moment, the clan uncle immediately reacted and said quickly, "What did I do wrong? Didn't I just buy some Did the stock strengthen our family?"

"Growth? Ha." Des laughed mockingly: "Idiot! Our Des family is built on the glory of Alan Hill! How dare you demolish Your Majesty's stage? In vain attempt to be inside the imperial group. His Majesty the Emperor?"

He pointed at the other party's head, showing no mercy at all: "Do you know that, even if His Majesty stood in front of me and asked me for the entire Longtaite family, I would give it to him without hesitation? How dare you collude with those idiots and try to stand up for Your Majesty?"

"So what? It's legal!" Uncle Clan's face also became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Before, the Longtaite family rose because of you! Now, your ideas are outdated, I just It is the future of the Long Tait family!"

Des smirked angrily: "You? Just you a parasite? Stop joking. Do as I say, or you won't survive tomorrow!"

"You have to die now!" The uncle suddenly reached into his arms, took out a small and exquisite pistol, and proudly showed off: "I didn't expect it? Didn't expect me to come here with a pistol, right? Isn't it more surprising that I can get this kind of contraband?"

He shook the weapon in his hand excitedly: "This is a good thing, I spent a lot of money to get it! As long as I kill you, this family will return to the way it used to be! And me! He will be the new head of this family!"

"It's a good idea!" Des nodded: "From the moment you took out your pistol, you were already a dead person. You are so courageous that you intend to assassinate state officials, my name is in Ireland. Hill's doomsday plan."

"Too much nonsense! Go to hell! Nephew!" Now that his face was torn, the uncle's expression became sullen, and he pulled the trigger with gnashing teeth, but the pistol in his hand did not sound.

Des shook his head regretfully: "The one who sold your pistol is my person, the one who loaded your pistol is also my person, and even the female stars you sleep with are my people. You still fantasize about killing me?"

He walked to the wall calmly, took off the very old-looking saber, and pulled it out with a "clang". It was still cold and radiant, and it looked like it was in very good condition.

"Nephew! No, Patriarch! Patriarch! Please forgive me! I dare not! Give me another chance! I will listen to you, I will listen to you!" The pistol had no bullets, and the clan uncle lost his temper. He knew Des's swordsmanship, not to mention that he, who was hollowed out by wine, was an ordinary master, and not necessarily a match for Des.

"Friends who can cooperate, loyal subordinates, obedient dogs...Is there still a shortage of Longtaite family? You...not qualified." Des walked towards each other step by step.

The uncle of the clan was so frightened that he turned around and ran to the door: "Help! Help! Killing!"

Unfortunately, before he could touch the doorknob, a sword tip was stabbed out of his chest. He looked down at the blood-stained clothes, and then fell down weakly.

"Clean up this place...then let the next bastard come over!" Des stepped over the corpse, pushed open the door, and commanded in a biting tone: "A group of unfamiliar wolves!"—

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