Fairy’s Box

"This is Mr. Pang De, the super rich of the Stone Heart Consortium. He has his own industries in various countries. He has manipulated and suppressed food prices in many countries."

Governor Anderman also walked slowly, with a teasing smile on his face, and continued: "At present, we have suffered heavy losses due to the Cold War, and new investment directions are urgently needed."

"Your Excellency Governor Anderman!"

The tall and thin old man raised his voice, a sullen look on his face, and then turned into a helpless smile: "Are you going to finish reading the family tree for me next?"

"How could it be? I'm just watching out for my colleague, you, a predator." The Governor said solemnly.

Many celebrities suddenly froze in their hearts. This attitude has far exceeded the level of pointing colleagues. Could it be that Governor Anderman and Governor Yale are actually relatives? Or is it that the two have reached a certain level of exchange of interests?

In fact, things are not that complicated at all. Governor Anderman just has a long-term vision. In his opinion, Gaul and Celtic are only separated by a strait and depend on each other.

If the Celts could not resist the pressure of the Free Alliance and collapsed, the next target of the mage chops and religious lunatics must be Gaul. Even if the Empire garrisoned the Celts in time to stabilize the situation, Gaul would definitely become the rear of the legion, and it would definitely be affected.

Therefore, Celtic must hold on, must hold on!

"Presumably everyone has the same idea as Mr. Pound."

Yale walked behind an arched window on the south wall, lifted a corner of the white curtain, glanced at the outside square, and turned to face the crowd:

"In order to clear your doubts, I have to do something sensational."

As he spoke, he let out a sigh of relief, closed his eyes slightly, and stared at the rows of carriages in the distance, with golden light shining in his eyes.

呲——!

In an instant, there was a shred of electric current in the void, following the spiritual fluctuations of the black-haired knight, like hundreds of fast blue poisonous snakes, passing through a distance of hundreds of yards and infiltrating the extraordinary horses.

"Whoa whoa--!"

The horses immediately raised their heads, raised their front hooves and stood up abruptly.

"What happened, what happened?"

The neighing that resounded through the sky suddenly shook everyone, and they quickly trotted to the arch window on the south side, just in time to witness the scene of the horses struggling to rush out of the carport and sprint on the wide track.

The majestic sound of horses' hooves played drums on the ground, and with the rolling of the wheels like thunder, the horses galloped neatly around the edge of the square, drawing perfect arcs.

At this time, all the staff of the hotel had already been dispatched, and they couldn't catch up, and they didn't dare to use the horse ropes to catch them.

"Stop!"

Not very loud, but incomparably clear voices came from the inside of the hotel, passing by the ears of the employees, and rippling in the space of the square, as if it contained some kind of strange magic, the horses immediately slowed down and slowly stopped. Come.

"It's like this."

Reducing the light in his eyes, Yale smiled and looked at the crowd. He pointed to the carriage outside the window and said, "Controlling a group of monsters will never be much more difficult than controlling a group of horses."

"Well, I believe you have the power to organize a monster army." Pound nodded, frowned and asked, "What kind of ability is this? Mind control?"

"It's just manipulating fear," he replied lightly.

"It's truly a magical and powerful force."

Lilith blinked her jewel-like blue eyes, and covered her lips with a fragrant feather fan: "I now believe that you can organize an army in a short time, but you still have a heart for your army's combat effectiveness. doubt."

"Human nature."

The black-haired knight nodded, glanced at the rich people who were eager to try, and said confidently: "Today in three months, I will hold a grand military parade in Celtic, and then you will clear all your doubts. ."

"I like the way you speak."

The lady made an intoxicated expression, her eyes curved into thin crescents, and she said with a greasy voice:

"I can feel the smell of money in it. Then, your honorable Governor, what are your plans to welcome the Sequoia Consortium?"

This is what it means to let go and prepare to pay, right? It's not easy...

Yalei immediately had the urge to howl at the moon, and quickly suppressed the excitement, and said solemnly:

“The tax rate for productive industries is 3%. If the operating period is more than ten years, the tax rate will be reduced by half for three years from the profit-making year. The tax rate for mining industries is 10%, and there is no apportionment. Consortiums that have invested in energy, ports, terminals and other infrastructure for more than 15 years will be exempted from tax for five years and halved for five years from the profit-making year.

"..."

Many rich people fell silent, secretly calculating the risks and gains and losses in their hearts. Among the three giants, Amber was full of emotion (actor), Lilith looked thoughtful, and Pound continued to listen. It seems that he is still looking forward to more offers.

Noticing everyone's expressions, the black-haired knight suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

"If it is a consortium that invests in the expansion of the infrastructure industry, with a business period of not less than five years, 80% of the income tax paid on the reinvested part can be refunded. For the establishment of a consortium of weapons and equipment, the period is not less than five years. Years, all the income tax paid on the reinvested part will be refunded!"

In his view, infrastructure is linked to population, and weapons and equipment are linked to military strength. Even if they lose money, they have to develop their own set.

"..."

After a long time, seeing that these greedy capitalists were still silent, Yale had to wink at the traitor among them, who hurriedly stood up and said loudly:

"You impressed me with your sincere attitude. I firmly believe in the development potential of the Celtic region. The Amber consortium will invest 300 million Sol to build an armament factory in Celtic for at least 20 years!"

"hiss--!"

Many capitalists hurriedly breathed a sigh of relief. The rich man who started the magic stone revolution was too bold. He dared to invest in such an industry in a place that could become a war zone at any time. It was a total gamble.

In fact... the money belongs to Yalei, and the munitions factory is also his own, but he just used Amber's name to play a sh*t and try to catch a big fish.

"You will never regret your choice." Yale replied with a fake smile.

"Since Mr. Amber has said it, then I can't miss this opportunity." Pound maintained a calm expression, raised his chest slightly, and said without any flatness:

"The Stone Heart Consortium will invest 200 million Sol in the Celtic region to develop the mining industry."

"It was a wise choice."

Yale had a warm smile on his lips, but he was scolding this old man for being shameless. Mining is the industry with the least risk and the most profit in the entire Celtic. Such a big capitalist dares to do this only, and he will definitely go bankrupt in the future.

"whee."

Madam Candied smiled and leaned beside the black-haired knight, stood on tiptoe, whispered in his ear, "I will live here today, let's talk slowly at night."

"Your Excellency the Governor, our Palm Wood Consortium is very interested in discussing the development of real estate with you."

"Your Excellency the Governor, our Jinnansi consortium is willing to provide you with a war loan, on the condition that part of the Celtic forest development right."

"Your Excellency the Governor..."

...

In the middle of the night, with the pretentious compliments of the rich and powerful, the banquet finally came to an end.

In total, Yale lobbied to raise nearly 500 million in war loans, and he also secured nearly 3 billion worth of investment projects for Keertra, of which 300 million was his own.

All in all, this banquet turned him from a billionaire to a poor man, and sold a lot of Celtic resources at a low price.

In any case, this is a good start. Yale decided to follow the original planned itinerary and lobby all the provinces in the empire to raise as much money as possible.

After watching the celebrities go away, Governor Underman walked up to the black-haired knight and patted him on the back: "How is it, how much money did you raise in total?"

"There are almost 500 million Sols in war loans." Yale said with a sigh.

"Although this amount of money seems to be a lot, it should be far from enough for military expenses, right?" The old governor asked very knowledgeably.

"Well, it's far from enough, so I have to continue my lobbying journey." The black-haired knight calculated that he would have to raise at least three billion war loans in order to barely make up the entire Celtic mess.

"The rest of the governors are no better than me, and they may not be so good at talking."

Anderman stared at the starry sky outside the window, and pursed his lips: "Well, I will write a few letters of recommendation for you, even if these people don't sell your face, they will at least sell me a little bit of love, and they can be regarded as helping others. Helped to the end."

"I will remember your kindness." Yale said with relief.

"Don't remember." The Governor waved his hand and grinned at him: "You just need to guard the Celts, and don't let the alliance of religious lunatics and miscellaneous mages rush to me."

"This is exactly what I'm trying to do." After thinking about it, he understood the other party's intention and was relieved.

"When are you going to leave?" A strange smile appeared on Anderman's old face as he spoke.

"Leave tonight."

Yale's brows were filled with impatience. He didn't have enough time. He had to travel through the major provinces of Roservia as soon as possible, raise enough military funds, and then go back to train the legion.

"Don't worry." The old governor handed a key to him and chuckled, "Go and see Lilith, I promise, you will never come home empty-handed."