Section 332

Staring at the other person's face, the colonel's wrinkled eyes showed angry and cold eyes.

Tresen knew this person————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

"Go and call the people above you. If you have any questions, you can interview those people in the palace. Don't play such boring tricks anymore."

Colonel Tresen's voice was low, and his palms were still tightly clasped on the opponent's right arm like steel pliers.

"We are going to leave the city, we... need freedom———"

The middle-aged man obviously hadn't yet understood what was going on. He couldn't help but tilt his body and shouted a slogan indifference.

"I want you/mom/bad/bi————"

Colonel Tresen suddenly roared in anger. He suddenly pulled out his pistol, raised his butt and smashed it into the man's face, which immediately aroused a scattered blood. Before the other party could fully react, the hard and thick muzzle had already pierced into the man's mouth. At the same time, he grabbed the collar of his clothes and pulled it in front of him, spat, and shouted viciously: "Dog/Miscellaneous/Genesis, go tell your master, come by whatever he wants. Don't hide in the corner to direct others as stepping stones. Otherwise, I will order the troops to kill all his family now———”

Anger is not just about targeting a certain person. The people gathered outside the palace are mostly military civilians who do not know much about the changes. Although it has not been confirmed by Lin Xiang, the colonel is sure that he will never attack these people. Only the families of officers with outstanding military achievements and a certain level of military rank have the qualifications to live in the imperial capital. If you want to be stable, to obtain a complete empire and to be fully in charge of the army, and to be recognized by all officers, you must first please their families. Although this statement is a bit one-sided, it is an indisputable fact. Those who are ulterior motives who are hiding in the dark have the purpose of starting a comprehensive mix of military families as the mainstream, and then evolve into violent ones. In the end, you will get everything they urgently want.

This kind of thing has happened in the history of the empire. Relying on bloody and cruel suppression, the emperor firmly occupied the dominant position in the fight. The huge space for interest generated by the replacement of old and new powers stimulated officials and wealthy merchants to gain a larger share. In the absence of armed forces in their hands, their only and most powerful tool is the people.

In the old era, public opinion was enough to determine whether political affairs could exist.

In the wasteland, the power of public opinion has weakened to almost no matter what. People only value food and water, whether ruled or ruled.

With these, the lord patriarch can gather enough people from the wilderness at any time. The rebels kill and dismember them, and make them to recruit more hungry objects. This may be a vicious cycle, but the killed people are usually just leaders in the rebel group. The budding of democracy has never truly achieved a paradise for thriving, and all things that belong to fair will be strangled and swabbed. The officials of the empire have long been familiar with this whole set of methods, but when they really have to be used by themselves, their rationality and thinking will always be forgotten.

Colonel Tresen is a soldier. No matter which direction the sun rises from tomorrow, he will stand on the side of the military's family without hesitation. This is the reason why he agreed to Lin Xiang's request and led his army to the imperial capital to maintain order.

The middle-aged man was a little confused by the words of a tiger roar like a lion. His tongue touched the barrel of the gun inside his mouth and immediately felt the coldness of his body as if he had penetrated his bone marrow. He didn't bother to wipe the blood dripping from the wound on his face. He looked at the fierce and ferocious colonel with fear that was as pale as paper on his face. He supported the ground with his hands and shrank his feet in a row, and turned over and jumped up like a frightened rabbit, screaming desperately, and drilled out of the triangle isolation rail at the fastest speed and agility far beyond ordinary people. In an instant, he had disappeared into the surging people.

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The drowsy sky gradually became dark, and the black prison emperors shrouded under the night sky lay on the gentle field like sleeping beasts. The slaves curled up in their low and dirty sheds, carefully observing the movement outside through the gaps between the windows and the cracks. Occasionally, soldiers walked past the fragile walls of the shed that could not hide the wind and rain. Some irritable people would always raise guns on their shoulders high, and hit the eyes behind the gaps hard. Immediately, a scream of excitement sounded from the shed, and an unscrupulous and wild laughter erupted outside the house.

Thousands of ancient crystal wall lamps shine the entire palace in magnificence. The bright light from the top of the marble steps illuminates a dense projection behind the crowd gathering in front of the palace. As a slow sound of footsteps came from the end of the street in the distance, the crowd slowly separated a narrow passage from narrow to wide. As the sound got closer, the vague figures of people began to become clear, and the triangle fence blocking the palace was also moved away by the soldiers, but the guns held in their hands were not loose at all.

Lin Xiang sat calmly on the Golden Throne, carefully flipping through a heavy book with eight pages in his hand. A young servant wearing exposed clothes and holding a silver disc in his hands walked up with a trembling trembling, kneeling down, and raised the silver disc high above his head with respect. Lin Xiang's eyes were still focused on the words on the pages, and stretched out his hand without looking back. He picked up the neatly stacked hot towel on the plate, wiped his slightly dry face casually, and threw the steaming towel back into the plate, and waved his hand gently.

A group of strange figures appeared on the red carpet at the end of the hall corridor.

They were of different heights and were fat and thin. There was no sign of the yellowness caused by slaves or refugees on their faces due to malnutrition. There was more or less fat under their skin. The clothes on their bodies were exquisitely crafted and beautiful in texture. Looking at these arrogant viewers, the imperial soldiers waiting in the hall seemed a little afraid, and their eyes shrank and dodged.

Captain Tresen stood at the end of the crowd, and the expression on his face was constantly changing. He seemed to be struggling back and forth between disgust and anger, and seemed to be looking forward to something.

Lin Xiang remained silent all the time. He seemed to have not noticed the uninvited guests coming straight from outside the hall. He just stared at the book flat in his hand, and his eyes showed a strong interest.

Dozens of people stood under the steps more than five meters away from the throne, looking at each other, all trying to find the answers they needed from each other's eyes and eyes.

A fat and gray-haired old man walked up slowly, raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked back and forth at Lin Xiang on the throne with his plain eyes. He was wearing a set of handmade loose cotton robe and brown-gray leather shoes spotlessly. A light blue gem the size of a pigeon egg was inlaid on the ring on his left hand, which shone brightly under the lamp, making the eye feel pain in his eyes.

"I am the highest prime minister of the Black Prison Empire, you... we should have a good talk."

The wrinkles on the old man's face were squeezed deep by fat, which made his eyes look more and more detailed, like a line that almost connects with his eyebrows. He looked proudly at Lin Xiang, who did not speak a word, without the greetings he usually had when speaking, and changed his title again and again. Obviously, he did not want to raise the other person's identity too much, but to reduce it as much as possible to contrast his dignity.

Lin Xiang slowly moved his gaze away from the paper page, closed the book, and placed it on the shelf next to the throne. He leaned back, and his fingers stood obliquely on the golden handrail. His body leaned back slightly, looking down at the old man standing at the bottom of the platform, casually saying: "The Supreme Prime Minister of the Empire... Say it! What do you want to talk to me?"

The attitude is very cold, and it can even be said to be contemptuous.

The old man's face was red. He had been thinking about what to do to gain the upper hand in the negotiations. However, he did not expect that Lin Xiang would be defamed without hesitation in the first round of meeting.

I, you must leave the capital immediately. Otherwise, I will order all the troops of the Empire..."

"You don't seem to figure it out yet---"

Lin Xiang glanced at him coldly and interrupted the other party's words before he finished saying: "The emperor is dead, and I will take over everything here. As for the emperor*, you can transfer them all back. However, I doubt your just now. What qualifications are you qualified to mobilize your army at will?"

The old man's red and purple face could almost drip bleeding. He had never been insulted in such a bad tone. He tightly clamped his fists and twisted out thick blue blood vessels on the back of his wrist. His hair shook back and forth in the air with his trembling body.

Lin Xiang's smile was consistent with obvious mockery.

"The emperor's life and death are meaningless to us. Let's give up those quarrels that have no practical effect! Just be straightforward, no matter who you are? Where do you come from? You are simply unable to occupy such a huge city, let alone control the entire empire. Killing the emperor does not mean anything. We only need the interests that can be directly held in our hands. If our requirements can be met, your status will be unprecedentedly stable. Even inherit the crown made of gold."

A middle-aged man with a big belly strode out of the crowd, put his left hand on his waist, and clearly and coherently said these words without any respect at all.

"Who are you?"

Lin Xiang turned around and looked at him with a cold look.

"My name is Ino Airy, and I am the largest food supplier in the empire. As long as I want, all food supply channels in the entire empire will be cut off within three days. If this time exceeds two weeks, the empire will completely collapse under the threat of hunger."

The fat man had thick lips and his eyes showed undisguised sarcasm. It seemed that Lin Xiang on the Golden Throne was simply a monkey for people to play with.

"Just one order, all slaves in the empire will lose their surveillance and become free people. They have the same power as civilians. Without food, they will steal, kill, rob, and the violence of tens of millions of people is enough to destroy all cities. Of course, as long as the monitoring departments in various places do not receive instructions from the Civil Affairs Headquarters, the supervisor's whip will still fall on those dirty bastards on time every day. Hehehehehe! If you let it go... you should be able to understand that those beasts that break free from the cage will tear everything apart and smash everything."

The old man who claimed to be the prime minister of the empire looked at Lin Xiang with a deep look. The food merchant Ino Airy's words were like a cardiotonic agent, which instantly revived his gradually deflated self-confidence and expanded to an unprecedented level.

"It only takes half an hour and I can order all power plants in the entire empire to stop operating. Those who control the key departments are all mine-----"

"The Telecommunications Management Department refuses to cooperate with the editor. Even if you control the imperial capital, every decree of yours will not be passed on to any neighboring city———"

"The major legions will soon return to the imperial capital. You cannot fight against tens of thousands of huge armed forces. They will crush you like stones colliding with eggs———"

The threat of Chi/luo/luo/, the intimidation of the strong outside and the sarcasm, the sarcasm of gloating... In just a few minutes, the peace in the hall had been completely broken, and the indignant people were talking about it, and from time to time a big man with power stood up, accusing Lin Xiang of his arrogant attitude.

Lin Xiang sat without saying a word, without any emotional change on his cold face, like a statue condensed into a whole with the Golden Throne.

The old man, as the prime minister, took steps forward, stepped up the neat and smooth marble steps, walked to the position adjacent to the throne at the top of the platform, twisted his hands together, and looked at him with a cold and playful look.

"Your subordinates are indeed very strong. A jingwei army composed of dozens of parasitics is indeed the capital to dominate. I know that you are the Longteng Lord from the north. It is a good thing to be greedy for power. Ambitions are usually strong people with wisdom. I don't know what method you use to make those powerful psychics bow their heads. But I know that just by paying double benefits, it is easy to change their positions."

"What do you want to tell me?" Lin Xiang's eyes were very calm, and even made people feel that there was no change in the depths of his eyes.

"You don't have enough power to control this city, and you can't completely swallow the entire empire. Longteng's leader is too weak, and solving the food and clothing of tens of millions of people is not a simple matter. Without us, you will get nothing. Even if Tresen's garrison troops temporarily choose to surrender, relying on forced blockade to maintain the situation will not last long. Once the slaves lose control and break up, you should be able to imagine what kind of terrible scene it would be."

The old man kept smiling and laughing happily.

"Continue talking, I'm listening." Lin Xiang nodded without comment.

"The emperor is just a great title with no practical significance. You can wear that crown, and the empire needs a new emperor. We will not stop you from getting these things you deserve. However, as a partner, you must show enough sincerity to get absolute support from us."

As he said that, the old man spread his hands, took out a pair of folded paper from his pocket of clothes, and handed it over with a smile.

There are dozens of articles written in black ink on the paper.

"Merchants are allowed to enjoy complete immunity for guilt. Food and arms are franchise trade items, and the tax rate shall not exceed 0.5%."

"The six new slave markets are open. This special trade must be managed by designated families, and the rest shall not be involved without authorization."

"All mines in the empire are under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. The ore return rate must be approved based on the monthly mining quantity. The annual increase shall not exceed 0.82%..."

The old man's eyes shone out a greedy light. He leaned close to the throne and pointed to the list of items on the top of the paper and explained: "This is just a preliminary content of conceptualization. We will clarify the detailed terms as soon as possible after discussion. All you need to do is to recognize, pass, and implement."

He raised his hand and shook the paper with dense small words in the air. Lin Xiang's voice was still calm: "All the interests of the entire empire are divided by you... What can I get?"

"You can get a crown, that golden hat is really valuable----"

The food supplier named Ino Airy laughed unbridledly, saying arrogantly and contemptuously: "That is the only prize you can win in this war----"

The old man turned his head and glared at him dissatisfiedly. He quickly turned around and smiled apologetically at Lin Xiang.

He keenly felt that a irresponsible anger was gradually emanating from Lin Xiang's body. It was getting stronger and stronger, just like the smell of sulfur rising from the cracks on the surface of the mountain before the volcano erupted. The flames lurking inside the body that could instantly transform into violent and violent anger had already shown signs of potential expansion at any time.

No one can succumb to this almost forced plunder clause unless he is born weak.

This overly beautiful young man in front of me is obviously not the type who can be randomly pinched.

It can stimulate him, but not too much.

The old man felt like a beast trainer who was urging a lion to complete the game of drilling fire circle in an iron cage. He only had a very small piece of his hand, but he had to complete various difficult movements under the burning of dangerous flames.

Is this... possible?

“I have a problem.”

Suddenly, Lin Xiang, who had been silent, finally spoke.
Chapter completed!