My Empire

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

"Call my Patriarch." Desaier glanced at the opponent and softly corrected.

The clan uncle was even more embarrassed, coughed, and said again: "Patriarch...Since you don't plan to pursue the 100 million gold coins anymore...I haven't done anything lately, what outrageous things are."

"Ha!" Dessell snorted as if mocking, then raised his chin and squinted at each other: "Then I'll tell you the truth, I heard... you are buying shares of the Empire Group?"

"Yeah, there is such a thing, but it is a good thing that you can't buy on weekdays. I buy some on the bottom and it will definitely increase in value in the future." When this matter was mentioned, the clan uncle became proud.

"I strictly ordered not to buy the shares of the Empire Group. At that group meeting, you seemed to be there?" Desaier's eyes became cold and he asked.

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

What he called this opportunity was actually something that Chris is now somewhat insolvent and has been dragged into the vortex of financial difficulties by successive wars.

Because of the continuous expansion of the army, Ailan Hill's losses are getting bigger and bigger. On the contrary, war income is declining, and many large consortia are withdrawing funds and no longer support Ailan Hill's foreign war.

Whether it is said that these consortia are selfish or short-sighted, anyway, these consortia are all redeeming the war bonds issued by Alan Hill before to run on Alan Hill's national finances.

For this matter, in recent days, the Minister of Finance of Ailan Hill has successively met with the actual persons in charge of many consortia. However, because of the huge amount, such an appointment has little effect.

In order to solve the financial difficulties, the imperial emperor Chris began to sell the company under the royal family, trying to use his own efforts to support this protracted foreign war.

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

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

However, recently some consortiums have focused on these valuables and began to privately buy shares in the imperial group, trying to take away the emperor's majesty, embezzle the imperial group, and divide up the empire's largest cake.

In modern warfare, gold coins are fought, and victory always belongs to the side with enough gold coins. Ailan Hill's invincibility on the frontal battlefield is simply because it 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, gold coins are scattered like running water.

Although part of it became a tax and was recovered, most of the money still went to the hands of the big chaebols and nobles. Coupled with various policies to benefit the people, the situation of Ailan Hill being unable to make ends meet is now quite serious.

The fiscal deficit has been five years in a row, and the previous years were considered good. After all, the base was not that huge. In the last two years, billions or even tens of billions of fiscal deficits were enough to crush 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 own weapons and equipment, and these weapons and equipment are becoming more sophisticated and advanced year by year. Expensive.

The navy that used to save money is now like a giant gold swallowing beast. There are as many as 100 warships to be launched in one go. Among them are expensive battleships and aircraft carriers, as well as nuclear submarines and so on.

The Air Force urgently needs F-15 and F-16 to replace old fighters, and the demand for bombers has never stopped.

The same is true for the Army. Dozens of armored divisions lined up to replace the T-72 tanks, and half of the troops are holding Mauser 98k rifles looking forward to their AK-47s.

There are places where money is required, and funds are needed for construction everywhere. Every city controlled by Ailan Hill is expanding. Hospitals, schools, railways, and highways all require state investment, which seems to be very important.

In order to get enough gold coins, the imperial concubine has already gone out to perform fundraising. At this time, Desaier unexpectedly discovered that his tribe wanted to buy the shares of the Empire Group and tried to take Chris...

He really wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder and praise the other person: talented! He also wanted to personally chop the opponent's neck with his long sword, and try to see if the opponent's King Kong was really not bad!

"Our Longtaite family can have today, do you know why?" Desaier stood up and asked, propping up the table with both hands.

"Nephew! It's not me who is an uncle who said you, your set is outdated, we businessmen, you will lose money when you talk about loyalty! If you lose money, then it is not a businessman." The uncle taught Desai with a face. Er's expression: "The times have changed!"

"Changed?" Dessell raised his eyebrows, and a sullen smile appeared on his pretty face: "You dare to say it too."

"This empire is not so much the emperor's as it is our businessman's! If we don't lend him money, how could he rise in such a short time?" The uncle felt that he had moved Desai. Still talking endlessly.

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

"He is still the emperor!" The uncle said disapprovingly: "We make money and be in power. He will be his emperor! The world is still his in name. We are behind the scenes and manipulate this puppet as before..."

"Enough! That's it!" Desaier interrupted the other party: "Almost, hand over the 100 million you embezzled, and then hand over all your company to Long Tai Te Marvin..."

He ignored the clan uncle who had been stunned there, and continued to talk to himself: "After going out, strangle the woman in your car, and then go to the police station to surrender. I will find a better lawyer. Here you are, so that you can live a lifetime of delicious food and drink in prison."

"Don't get me wrong, this is to thank you for lending me 100,000 gold coins when I was in the most difficult time." Desaier said with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty is also a nostalgic person, even if you know you Those messy things, I’m probably not going to trouble you in jail."

"You...you can't do this to me! I'm your clan uncle..." After the clan uncle was stunned for a while, he immediately reacted and quickly said: "What did I do wrong? Didn't I just buy some? Has the stock strengthened our family?"

"Growth? Ha." Desaiel laughed mockingly: "Idiot! Our Desaiel family is built on the glory of Ailan Hill! You dare to tear down your majesty's platform? Trying to be inside the empire group Your majesty the emperor overhead?"

He pointed to the other party’s head, showing no mercy at all: "You know or not, even if your Majesty is standing in front of me and looking for me for the entire Dragon Tate family, I will give it to him without hesitation. How dare you collude with those idiots and try to take your Majesty?"

"So what? It's legal!" The clan uncle's expression turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "Before, the Longtaite family was born because of you! Now, your ideas are outdated, so I It is the future of the Longtaite family!"

Dessier laughed in a rage: "You? Just you parasite? Don't be kidding. Do as I say, or you won't survive tomorrow!"

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

He was very excited and shook the weapon in his hand: "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 what it used to be! And me! Will be the new head of this family!"

"Good thinking!" Desaiel nodded: "From the moment you took out your pistol, you were already dead. You are so brave to assassinate a state official. My name is in Ailan. Hill’s Doomsday Plan above."

"That's a lot of nonsense! Go to hell! Nephew!" Now that his face had been torn, the uncle's expression became sulky, and he gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger, but the pistol in his hand did not sound.

Desaier shook his head regretfully: "The one who sold you this pistol is mine, and the one who gave you this pistol is mine. Even the female stars you sleep with are mine. ...You still dream about killing me?"

He walked to the wall calmly, took off the old-looking saber, and drew it out with a "clang" sound. It was still chilly, and at first glance, it was in a very good state of maintenance.

"Nephew! No, Patriarch! Patriarch! You forgive me! I dare not! Give me another chance! I listen to you, I listen to you!" The pistol has no bullets, and the uncle has no temper. He knew Dessel's swordsmanship, not to mention that he was hollowed out by alcohol. He was an average master and might not be Searle's opponent.

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

The uncle of the tribe was so scared that he turned around and ran to the door: "Help! Help! Murder!"

It's a pity that before he even touched the doorknob, a blade pierced his chest. He looked down at the blood-stained clothes, and then fell weakly.

"Clean up here... and let the next **** come over!" Desaiel stepped over the corpse, pushed open the door, and said in a chilling tone: "A group of unfamiliar wolves!" —

There will be another update later in the night, and everyone can watch it tomorrow morning.