The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge.

Chapter 2146 Yuri Orlov

2147, Yuri Orlov

When Quinto woke up, it was already noon the next day. He looked at the messy bedroom, with underwear, high heels and stockings everywhere, but he could no longer remember what happened last night.

There was no one in the bedroom except him. Maybe there was one or more beautiful women who had spent the night with him yesterday, but now, all of them had left.

"I hope you liked my arrangement yesterday, Mr. Quinto." The door opened and a voice came from outside.

"Yuri Orlov... Santa Claus." Quinto rubbed his temples, trying to wake himself up as soon as possible.

"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. If you want, you can still be the one queuing tonight." Yuri Orlov walked over with a smile.

"No... I'm not here to drink, Yuri." Quinto shook his head. He regarded the absurdity of last night as a fringe benefit of this trip, but he still had to do what he had to do.

"Ah, that's a pity." Yuri Orlov came over and waved his hand. But judging from his expression and the fact that he had definitely called away the women who had accompanied him last night, it was clear that he had already made preparations.

Quinto sat up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and put them on while saying, "I came here to..."

"If it's about the Trade Union, then there's no point in talking about it." Yuri Orlov directly blocked his question.

"But this matter is also related to..."

"As for the rebels, that's even more impossible." Yuri once again interrupted Quinto.

"but……"

"If there's nothing else, you should have a good rest. There's a grand banquet tonight! Hahahaha!" Yuri Orlov laughed wildly and turned and left.

"Wait a minute Yuri!" Quinto said loudly, "Only you can do this!"

Yuri Orlov stopped, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a golden matchbox and struck a match. He didn't know what the match was made of, but when it was lit, there was no pungent smell of red phosphorus, but instead a refreshing fragrance. After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep breath, exhaled a column of smoke towards the ceiling, and slowly asked back: "Do you know why they asked you to come? Instead of the Military Intelligence Department, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, or... the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Haha."

"This matter is not suitable for the Principality of Dawn to intervene directly." Quinto said.

"Then do you know why Cun Te didn't come?" Yuri Orlov asked again.

Quinto was choked up, because he really didn't know this.

"Because Cun Te knew that if he asked, I would definitely not refuse. So he asked you to come..." Yuri Orlov smiled, "He was giving me the choice."

Quinto asked tentatively: "Then your choice is..."

"Twenty-three years, Quinto. Twenty-three years. Haha." Yuri Orlov answered the question irrelevantly. He smiled, walked back, flipped over an overturned stool from the ground, and sat on it casually. "Twenty-three years have passed since you drove that YT-1000 and came to our mothership like an idiot. Ah, Lancer, I really miss you."

"In fact, before it was confiscated by Lord Tang Xiao, it was called the Cheap Traveler." Quinto also felt a little emotional.

"Well, because you just arrived, I was still in hibernation. When I woke up, you were already on the mothership as Cun Te's follower. I heard about the previous things from Cun Te." Yuri Orlov said, "You know, when that idiot Tang Xiao told me that he wanted war, wanted weapons to kill, and wanted to seize the development space of the Fourth Civilization, I didn't think too much about it. As for forming a team, I'm good at this."

His voice gradually became low. "But later I found out... the war he talked about was completely different from what I thought. Maybe he was right. Maybe what he talked about was the real war, and I was just a small part of it. God, fuck it. This reminds me of a lot of fucking things that are already vague but feel very bad."

Yuri Orlov threw away his cigarette butt and lit another one for himself, seeming to be annoyed. "I sell weapons, Quinto. I sell weapons from here to there, and I also bring war from here to there. But... those are just weapons. Weapons are not equal to war... When I saw Tang Xiao playing with people's hearts, manipulating public opinion, brainwashing, kidnapping, copying, replacing, squeezing, exploiting, and doing everything he could, I realized that this is not war. No, this is fucking war! This is not the fucking war I should touch!"

He seemed extremely excited, and then he put the cigarette to his lips with trembling hands and took a deep puff, then he calmed down a lot, "So I left. I sell weapons, only weapons. I found that this galaxy is really a fucking good place. There are countless fucking people here who need weapons and want weapons! There are hundreds of billions and trillions of people in conflict here every day! I can satisfy them, Quinto, I can satisfy them. Blaster rifles? No problem, enough. Bazookas? Mortars? OK, frigates, right? I'll give you a 10% discount. Anything! Anything."

"I make money. I make a lot of money. Do you know how this land carrier came about? I sent a communication to that idiot and told him to give me 20 billion. So he gave it to me. Not only that, but he also gave it a full set of services... He used intelligence agencies to make this land carrier disappear from other people's eyes. Many people didn't even know that there was such a thing on Tatooine, haha... Now I'm really fucking rich, really! Some people say that I'm the largest arms dealer in the galaxy. When the name Santa Claus is mentioned, who in the underground world doesn't know it? Hahahaha..."

"But in the end I found..." Yuri Orlov raised his head again, revealing an extremely sad smile, "Many people really need weapons. Without weapons, they don't even have the ability to survive. Why? Because of the war. Even if I leave Tang Xiao and the Fourth Civilization, the war still surrounds me and can't be shaken off. Sometimes, I get tired... What I sell is not weapons, but Tang Xiao and Palpatine's ambitions! And what I get is not money, but... ah, fuck, this is money!"

He stood up suddenly, kicking the stool over with such force, and turned to Quinto and said, "Go back and tell that idiot that I agree. Whether it's the Trade Federation or the Rebellion, I agree. I know there is a batch of goods on the planet Hypori, and Newt Gunray has already contacted me..."