The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

Aslan holds 20% of the Cleveland Magic Word Communications Company, the Royal Academy of Magic holds 15%, the Duke of Durandal 15%, the Regent and the Little Emperor each have 5%, and the remainder Fifty percent was divided by other nobles.

Among them, the Sara family occupies 4%, and the Baral family occupies 5%.

Although Aslan is a major shareholder, the management of Cleveland Mohua Communications is in the hands of the Duke of Durandal.

After sending everyone away, Duke Durandal contacted Aslan for the first time.

"The Marquis of Aslan, it's going smoother than I expected. Relying on the efficiency of the nobles, I believe that within half a year, the magic phone will be able to go directly to Kyoto." Duke Durandal said with a bright face.

At least in the first financing, he got 800,000 gold coins in vain, plus millions of working capital, and the actual benefits he gained were enough to make his mouth full of oil.

"It is an honor for this Marquis to have Duke Durandal as a reliable business partner. Next, I will send a construction team to build the magic wave signal tower. You only need to plan the construction site in advance and prepare the construction materials."

Aslan held the magic phone, her eyes gleaming.

In fact, Aslan hopes that the Motophone can be promoted even more than others, even at a loss. When the Motophone becomes popular among the nobles, it is as simple as drinking water to monitor the entire Kyoto aristocratic circle.

It's just that no one would be a fool. If Aslan gave these things for nothing, the nobles would worry about Aslan's conspiracy.

However, after the establishment of a joint-stock company, after all the nobles and royal families can join in, the attitude is completely different. Not only is the green light for construction all the way, but also the mobile phone can be promoted as soon as possible.

At the same time, because the nobles and royal families also participated in the construction, they were relieved a lot. After all, they were built under their noses, and they were still under the surveillance of their territory. Aslan has any conspiracy, these nobles are confident that they can kill them in time.

As for the desire to monopolize this business, Aslan has never considered that there are more than a hundred reasons for the great nobles in various regions as long as they want to prevent the magic phone from entering the territory.

To put it simply, this area can earn 100,000 gold coins a year, and after dividing a portion of the benefits, you can also earn 20,000 gold coins, but if you refuse to distribute the benefits, you won’t even be able to earn 20,000 gold coins.

At the same time, it will also cause the kingdom's aristocratic groups to share the same hatred. In the future, it will not only lose 20,000 gold coins in this area, but also countless regions and provinces. There are how many 20,000 gold coins are contained in it.

"No problem, Marquis of Aslan, the number of seeds you provided is a bit low! This makes me change how to plant it on a large scale." Duke Durandal asked after turning his words.

"Yeah!" Aslan stunned for a moment, and realized in an instant that it was originally just an experimental seed for Duke Durandal, but based on his current attitude, it should have been planted.

After all, in this world, in addition to the natural magicians of the elves, the humans also have natural magicians, but they are not as high as the elves in the affinity of natural magic.

"I didn't lie to you! That's the high-yield food crops I found from the East Asian subcontinent." Aslan began to bluff with Duke Durandal.

Duke Durandal also cooperated with each other.

"It's really shocking. If you planted that kind of crop a few years earlier, there would be no famine now."

Aslan secretly cursed the old fox in his heart, this is to test how long he has planted Merlot No. 1 seeds and how much food he has stored.

"Yeah, it would be fine if I found out earlier. That's why I am eager to promote it, so that the kingdom will never starve to death again."

"The Marquis of Aslan really loves the people like his son, and is a rare good lord of the kingdom in a century."

"I don't know, Lord Durandal, how many seeds do you need? I can support you in the early stage, but it won't work later. I also need to ensure that the farmland in the territory can be produced." Aslan said calmly.

When Duke Durandal heard this, he almost directly scolded Aslan for being shameless.

This is to take the seeds and raise the price.

Aslan would not do business like selling seeds. His goal was to increase the share of food purchases.

"I hope to acquire 60% of the food produced in the Duke Durandal's territory." Aslan's words made the Duke Durandal breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I can even help you spread seeds and fertilizers throughout the kingdom, but I want to become the kingdom's fertilizer agent." Duke Durandal knows the importance of fertilizers. Even if it is ordinary seeds, after adding fertilizers, the yield can be good. The most important thing for an increase of 20 to 30% is that the land does not need to be fallow to maintain fertility.

This is the real killer to increase food production.

Aslan glanced at Duke Durandal thoughtfully, and couldn't help standing up.

"Okay! I will sell it to you at the price of Merlot. As for how you sell, it's up to you." Aslan said with a smile.

Duke Durandal laughed.

"Then it's settled, I will visit you these few days and take the contract with me by the way."

"Waiting for you!"

Aslan hung up the phone, Nuomili put a snack on the table, wondering.

"Master! I don't understand, why do you entrust so much business to Duke Durandal as an agent?"

"In the so-called kingdom, before the centralization of power, the nobility and the royal family were only the mutual binding of the chain of interests. When united together, the benefits were the greatest. The nobles naturally recognized the dominance of the royal family." Aslan took a piece of butter with a fork. The cake was put in his mouth, and he said after tasting it carefully.

"Tell you a story! A group of noble pigs, representing capital and power, feasted on the table, while the chefs next to them kept serving dishes, but the dishes were made from the things in the house, and there were countless running under the table. The kitten is waiting for the noble pig to eat the leftovers."

Nuomili blinked, looking at Aslan because he didn't know.

"As the noble pigs eat uncontrollably, the decoration of the house is eaten up first, then the furniture, and finally the walls are not let go. Until the last pillars and roof cannot be removed, these noble pigs have nothing more. You can eat it, what do you think they do?"

Nuomili said thoughtfully: "They will eat kittens."

Aslan nodded and continued: "They started preying on kittens. The noble pigs forced the kittens to jump into their traps and become their new food with their interlocking chain of interests. In this life-and-death crisis, a certain In order to survive, the kitten finally started to prey on its own kind, and eventually evolved into a tiger."