Fairy’s Box

The sky was not very bright in the morning, there was a thin mist in the sky, and the whole restaurant looked a little gloomy. The glazed windows with the walls tightly closed let out an early morning sunlight, and the golden sunlight was like golden blankets covering the dining table.

In the empty dining room, Charlene sat on the right side of the dining table, gently stirring the hot milk in the white porcelain cup, looking at Amber, who was still breathing, and smiled:

"It's hard to imagine that Yale has a weak friend like you."

"Actually, as an ordinary person, my body is not bad." He covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, for fear of spitting it out because of the tumult in his stomach.

"Your mental state is very bad, stay up late." She looked at the pair of dark circles on the other's face and said slowly.

"Feel sorry……"

Amber suppressed the vomit-like state, cleared his throat and said, "I'm in a state of trouble now, are you interested in hearing me finish?"

"Of course." Charlene put down the spoon in her hand, stretched out her hand, and made a gesture of listening.

"You should know about the Magic Stone Purifier. I made a fortune from it, and now I'm very, very rich. Just like the predicament faced by all the nouveau riche, now I'm being targeted by a bunch of vampires." Said with a worried expression.

"The Congregational Society." Her green eyes shrank a little, and suddenly interrupted.

"It's those vampires who deserve to go to hell!"

Amber clenched his fists, knocked on the table hard, and continued indignantly:

"But I'm not someone to be slaughtered by others. I have been dealing with them until now by supporting some members of Congress and transactions that you and I understand."

"And then." Charlene moved her gaze to the table, vaguely guessing the ending.

"Seeing that they couldn't do anything about me for a while, they simply overturned the table, trying to manipulate the House of Commons, introduce a **** called an antitrust bill, and try to break up my energy industry!" His fat face was because he was holding back He bent and rose to red, his index finger gripped the dining table tightly, and ten shallow marks were cut out on the smooth mirror-like tabletop.

"It's a matter of time. No matter what the purpose is, the bill they are promoting is the trend of the times. The emperor and the cabinet are on their side... Fighting against such a force will not end well." She looked calm, almost explicit counselor.

"Of course, I understand, I'm not stupid enough to go against history."

Amber regained his calm expression, slowly spread his hands on the table, and said in a low voice, "Miss Charlene, I know your background, but please believe me, I didn't investigate on purpose."

"It's okay, I never deliberately hide my identity."

She smiled generously, and added sadly: "I hope you can understand that I am just a second daughter who is not valued very much by the family, and her abilities are very limited.

"No, you can help me, listen to my plan." He glanced around vigilantly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"I'm not going to go against history and I'm willing to accept the division of the country, but I want this to be a deal that I lead."

"What do you mean?" Charlene frowned.

"I need you to help me connect with the cabinet. I am willing to hand over most of my energy industry to the government, or accept the direct supervision of the empire's personnel, whatever. I want to get a little bit of return on this condition. "

Amber's eyes flickered with shrewd light, and he breathed more and more quickly and said: "You are the second daughter of the Tudor family, and Yale is the earl of Glamorgan. If you two, there must be a way to communicate with the cabinet."

He thought about it all night, and he had already figured out how to solve the current situation. The empire could not allow private individuals to monopolize a large amount of energy. It was the same situation regardless of whether the truth would push it or not.

If that's the case, then simply take the initiative to let go, not only can you gain the favor of the cabinet and even the emperor, but maybe even more precious things can be traded.

Anyway, I always have to sell. Rather than being forced to sell, it is better to take the initiative to sell at a good price. Amber thinks so.

But the prerequisite for doing so is to be able to catch up with the cabinet. After all, he is just a nouveau riche who seizes the opportunity to break out, lacking personal connections and background.

But the appearance of Charlene broke this deadlock. As long as she used her energy to get on the line of the cabinet, she could gain the initiative, and the grandsons of the Truth Society would get nothing.

"no problem."

Charlene agreed without even thinking about it. It was a big deal to go to her grandfather. If the old man came forward, let alone the consul of the cabinet, even His Majesty the Emperor would have to give some face.

"thank you very much."

Amber's tense nerves finally loosened, and he said in a prostration.

"I'm really curious, can you tell me, what kind of deal do you want to do?" She put her pretty face close and asked enthusiastically.

"There's nothing to hide about this. Didn't the empire allow military technology to be circulated to the people recently? I want to do some business such as arms and weapons research and development..." He told it all without concealment.

"That's right!" She suddenly raised her voice excitedly.

"Um... just right?"

"I want to register a mercenary group as the first step to achieve my goal in life. Maybe there will be opportunities for us to cooperate in the future." Charlene looked at the other party with a smile.

"The mercenary group?"

Amber was a little stunned, and couldn't understand the other party's thinking at all. You, a good daughter, a future countess, why do you want to do this kind of **** business like a mercenary group.

"All in all, this is what Yale and I thought, you don't need to think too much. As for your business, it's up to me."

Saying that, Charlene took out the letterhead from the satchel around her waist, placed it flat on the table, and gently pushed it towards the opposite side:

"This is his letter to you. The content is probably that we will build the territory into a mercenary training base. Please help to publicize our construction results."

"Little things, little things."

Amber nodded again and again, opened the envelope, and after reading a few lines, his bloodshot eyes suddenly lit up: "Wonderful! Wonderful! This guy Yale... This is a wonderful idea!"

He smelled money instantly. Since he can make money, how can he not do it.

"Leave it to me! I will definitely use the greatest resources to publicize it for you, but there is one small condition - I hope to get the priority management right of Glamorgan's material procurement."

"No problem." Charlene readily agreed, giving it to anyone anyway, and it's safer to do it to someone you can trust.

"It's a pity that my employees can't go there, otherwise I will definitely sponsor a whole food street for you." Amber said with regret.

"This is not necessary, the territory is not very large, and there is no way to use a street to supply food." Here, she suddenly thought of fertilizer:

"Then the first business is here. Help us buy 20,000 pounds of fertilizer."

"Fertilizer? Why do you want fertilizer?" He instantly smelled money again, and asked with glowing eyes.

"There are a group of tree demons in the western part of the territory. Yalei has conquered them. He needs to rely on fertilizer to win over them to do things." Charlene briefly introduced.

"How many are there?" Amber asked quickly.

"Thousands, very, very many." Although she didn't understand why the other party asked so carefully, she answered patiently.

"Well, I open a fertilizer store in Glamorgan. You can come whenever you want." He rubbed his hands with a smile and looked at each other expectantly.

"But ordinary people will die there, so the third-order knights will not be affected." Charlene said hesitantly.

"It doesn't matter, I can hire such a person, by the way, I also want to sponsor a weapon repair shop, a medicine supply shop, a spell scroll shop, an adventure bookstore, a hotel, a restaurant, a private hospital... ...a relaxing massage parlour."

"..." Charlene blinked and stared at each other like a monster. She finally knew why the people of the Truth Society had to come up with an anti-monopoly law to deal with this person.

"Is it okay?" Amber asked cheekily with a harmless smile.

"Of course, you are very welcome." Of course she had no reason not to agree. Since the other party was willing to invest money, she and Yale were also happy to accept it.

"Then let's talk about the propaganda. My side is simple, as long as the overwhelming advertising bombardment will do, but if you want to achieve better results, you must make enough concessions."

He squeezed the sides of his forehead with the index fingers of both hands, and said slowly: "Not only free, but also backwards! Only by making the first batch of mercenary groups feel convulsed will it be convenient for us to expand our business."

"So refreshing?" She blushed and asked seriously, "Do you have an idea?"

"Of course you have an idea. Travel expenses are fully covered, and you will prepare a sufficient damage recovery fund. In addition, the professionalism and scale of your training ground are also very important." Amber gestured one by one with his short and fat fingers. .

"This is no problem. Our engineering team is miner goblins, and they are very professional from design to construction."

"The letter says there are monsters to spar with? Is it ferocious enough?" He rolled his eyes and asked suddenly.

"Quite ferocious." Charlene said with certainty.

"That's good! Send someone to paint their portraits, the more ferocious the better. Moreover, you will also reward those who defeat monsters, which depends on the economic capacity of your territory."

"Our financial ability is no problem, Yale has collected a lot of taxes!" She thought of a large box of sapphires, and she didn't know how much cash could be exchanged.

"Can you still collect taxes in a broken place? Oh...get it!" Amber was a smart person, and he immediately woke up.

"Apart from painting the monsters and rewarding them for defeating them, what else?" Charlene asked urgingly.

"There is also the VIP system. You have to create a valuable VIP system to attract mercenaries to go in and spend money!" When it came to making money, Amber said in a buoyant mood.