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Chapter 665 Banquet - Part

A cocktail party is being held in a luxurious hotel in the city of Beloberg.

This was a very high-level cocktail party, and those who were invited to attend were all wealthy and powerful figures. Although their wealth and power had been affected to a certain extent due to their migration to the North, they were still very influential figures.

Not to mention that the host of this cocktail party is the Brandelis family, and it concerns the distribution of benefits of the flying battleship project.

The nobles, businessmen and factory owners who were able to rank high in the city all tried their best to get an invitation or to participate in the cocktail party in order to get a piece of the pie.

As a result, everyone at the cocktail party now has a net worth of at least one million pounds, or has a noble title above hereditary baron.

However, even so, the venue was still packed with people.

"The hotels in the North are still too small. If this banquet were in Langton, the venue would have to be at least twice as big! There's not even a garden here." A noble complained, obviously dissatisfied with the slightly crowded environment.

However, another nobleman nearby said without hesitation: "If you feel crowded, you can leave. No one will stop you."

Obviously, no one would leave at this time. Even if one's wife died, one would still stay here to grab his share of the cake.

You can marry another wife if you die, but if you are absent when the cake is divided, it will really bring ruin to the whole family.

"Who owns this hotel? Why choose to hold the banquet here? I remember that the Earl has a luxury flying yacht. Why not hold this cocktail party on the yacht?" At this time, a man dressed as a businessman came over and interjected.

At this time, an insider heard this question and said, "This hotel is called the Brandelis Hotel. Who do you think owns it? Although the Brandelis family is not a direct relative of Earl Brandelis, as a collateral family, they can still talk to the Earl's daughter.

By the way, this is already the largest hotel in Bello Berg, but there are too many people coming today!

Even in Langton, it is very difficult to find a hotel that can accommodate so many people to hold a banquet of this size. "

"The Brandelis family's business? I wonder if they will still accept investment. The scale of this hotel is really not suitable for such a grand occasion. If every scene in the future is like this, it will be somewhat discrediting for Countess Brandelis." The first thing that came to the businessman's mind was how to find ways to establish a relationship with the Earl.

However, the nobles nearby sneered at his words and said, "You are dreaming! Or do you think the countess is short of money? If she wants, she can even pave the streets of Belloburg with gold!
Don’t forget, she is the most famous alchemist in the world, and she has the Philosopher’s Stone in her hand!”

At this point, everyone suddenly realized that the halo of the Countess was too dazzling, but the most dazzling thing was her identity as an alchemist.

Turning stone into gold is precisely the legend that alchemists are most praised for.

"Come to think of it, I heard that the Countess doesn't actually need anyone to serve her. There is an alchemy factory of the Countess in the North. There aren't even any workers in it. The machinery itself is all that matters." Perhaps wanting to get closer to the nobles, the businessman took the initiative to talk about some rumors he had heard.

Upon hearing this rumor, the nobles did not sneer at it as they had just done. Instead, they all showed expressions of interest: "Is this true? Did the countess really master the technology to run the factory without workers?"

If the factory no longer needed workers, it would undoubtedly save a lot of costs. After all, paying workers' wages was also a huge expense. Especially when the policy implemented in the North required a minimum wage, no one could ignore the "kindness" of the Northern Earl.

Once this is discovered... the idiot who was turned into gold by Perfectcot last time is still standing in front of his factory as a sculpture! His entire body has been turned into golden gold.

In the words of Perfectcot, since you like money so much, why not turn it into gold?

For someone who hasn't lived enough, turning into gold is not a decent and graceful way to die.

But if factories can run without workers, then they don't have to pay workers anymore, right?

"It's true, but..." The businessman hesitated, but still explained: "According to what I heard, it seems that the Earl is considering things like employment rate and poverty rate, so he doesn't plan to make this technology public, so as to avoid massive unemployment of workers and cause serious social problems."

"Oh, the 'kind' Countess Brandelis, when will she be able to extend her 'kindness' to us poor people?" someone joked in an aria-like tone.

This is now the most popular joke among the Langton nobles who migrated to the North. They feel that Perfecto pays too much attention to the lower-class people, showing them his kindness, but is particularly harsh and cruel to the nobles.

Many people think that this statement makes sense. After all, Perfect is really strict with nobles, merchants, and the powerful. Anything that goes against her will and the laws of the North will result in very severe punishment.

This undoubtedly made many Langton nobles feel uncomfortable, but they had no way to resist Perfectoct.

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After all, the North is Perfectot's fiefdom, and she can do whatever she wants in her fiefdom as long as it does not violate the imperial laws.

As for the imperial laws... sorry, they were written by others.

Even if there hadn't been one before, she was powerful enough to ensure that one could be written now.

Both the National Assembly and the Cabinet will give the Earl of the North this face.

"I guess she will only consider gentlemen like us when she feels that the common people can live a decent life?" Someone spread his hands helplessly.

"That countess, could she be... a communist?" someone made an unfounded guess.

However, as soon as these words came out, everyone around them immediately moved away, with an expression that showed they didn't want to have anything to do with this person.

"Idiot, how can you just say something like that?" Someone cursed and walked away without looking back. Suddenly, a small open space appeared in the crowded conference hall.

(End of this chapter)