"You guys did a good job!"

Under the gaze of a group of trembling slave leaders, Bella, who is the civil servant, is so angry that she stamps her feet. This old man in his fifties can jump three feet high, obviously being furious to a certain extent. In fact, it is not his fault. Facing the crisis of bankruptcy, no one can be calm.

However, all this came too suddenly: First, the Yongxu Scale Chamber of Commerce suddenly issued a notice. Because of limited transportation capacity, it was then transported grain from various overseas enclaves controlled by Khdiv to return to the United States. Each barrel of grain had to be charged 30% of the transportation fee; then, Bellams's grain warehouse in Spat City was found to have pests and insects found in the thorn rice, which violated the Food Safety Regulations stipulated by the Yongxu Scale Chamber of Commerce, so it was sealed and all the goods were confiscated and destroyed. Finally, the Dragon Pasha territory, including Spat City, completely stopped importing grain from Bait, and some southern city-states also followed suit and issued notices.

Bellabey's heart was bleeding, and he kept scolding his servants angrily. However, he did not completely put the blame on his servants, so he was not so angry that he pulled out his scimitar and killed the "incompetent people" he called him on the spot. After all, it was not easy for them to sell all the goods except food and run back to Bait with money.

"Master," saw that the head of the family was getting tired of scolding, the housekeeper asked at the right time, "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Tell me," Bella glanced at him.

"Can we send people to talk to the adults in Spat City?" The housekeeper couldn't think of any words to describe it, so he could only use "adults" to refer to it. "Maybe we can convince them to at least transport some of our thorn rice back. Even if this batch of grain really has pests, at least we can pick up some of it to make wine, which can at least recover some of the losses."

The housekeeper knew that there was nothing he could do. Although the dragon Pasha was nominally a vassal of Pharaoh of the United States, most of the Pasha territories and trading cities in the south and central areas only followed the orders of Pharaoh of the city of Bait. If it was really a big deal, the Bella family might have to give up a large part of their interests.

"Who will we send? In what capacity will we contact the Yongxu Zhiscao Chamber of Commerce?" Bella did not shy away.

"I know your difficulties," said the housekeeper immediately. Even though he stood close to Bella, he still lowered his voice. "You are thinking about what Pharaoh would think. However, Bellams is not just our wallet."

"You mean those Khdivs?"

"That's right."

"Master, this trade ban is like awl. Although only this piece of cloth in our house is broken, if the problem is left unsolved, sooner or later, everything in the bag will be leaked."

Bella nodded and stopped talking, and then asked the other slave leaders who were summoned to leave on their own. When he turned around and returned to his bedroom, the real power of Bella City took out a silver mirror and looked at the pictures on the mirror while rubbing the patterns: the little leaders who walked out of their door were now gathering outside the door of Bella's house and chatting in a low voice.

Although he could not hear the conversation between those people, he could at least guess one or two. "Everyone's eyes only have interests, gathering for the sake of interests and dispersing for the sake of interests," Bella sighed in her heart.

...

In the American Empire, aristocratic classes like "Bey", "Vali" or "Aga" certainly held actual power and their respective propriety, but still could not have the initiative like "Pasha" and "Khdiv". Because some of the things they controlled were actually dependent on the bureaucratic system built by the Pharaoh.

Sometimes, in terms of freedom, they cannot even compare with the elected consuls in various places. Except for a small number of consuls who are directly appointed by the Pharaoh, more consuls are actually officials obtained through the "elected" method. In this way, most of these consuls are controlled by some local prominent families, and naturally have strong appeal in the local area, making it easier to do things.

However, when managing the city, the elected consuls still need the help of officials appointed by the Pharaoh with the help of noble titles such as "Bey", "Vali", and "Aga", otherwise the city he manages will fall into chaos.

Without Bey, who is responsible for civil affairs, the city will not be able to make a normal lawsuit. The city will inevitably be full of violence and injustice. Without Vali, who is responsible for accounting and tax collection, the city will be full of bad debts and bad debts, and the whole city will most likely fall into extreme poverty. Without Aga, who is responsible for public security, thieves will inevitably proliferate, and even more and more bandits who kill and set fire will gradually breed...

In such a large American Empire, almost all cities must follow the bureaucratic ruling system set by Pharaoh to operate normally. The only exception is the territory ruled by the dragon Pashaquis. The reason why this territory is so special is that the rules set by the Eternal Scale Chamber of Commerce will be recognized by everyone - people who do not recognize the rules cannot survive on this land.

"Can't they give me a way out?" The consul who recently arrived in Spat City was lying on his newlywed wife's thigh to keep his energy. He was wearing a cool towel on his head. The fatigue of rushing from Better for several days, coupled with the many troubles he encountered after entering Spat City, eventually made the middle-aged man in his forties sick.

The young woman named Shanka was holding a feather fan to cool him down. When she heard her husband's words, she just pretended not to understand what she was saying. This was also in line with her current identity: a girl from a Utiki merchant family with Japanese descent, who had lived in the southern part of Utiki since she was a child, and she couldn't quite understand the accent of the northern provinces of the Utiki Empire.

Seeing that Shanka ignored him, the consul named Edgar was not angry. First, the other party's beautiful appearance made him fascinated, otherwise he would not have married her into the house; second, he was just complaining, it would be better if no one heard it. However, lying on the cold collapse of brocade and rattan, his thoughts were not idle for a moment.

As a child of the Beit noble family who is not very famous, Edgar can be entrusted with important tasks by Pharaoh, and he relies entirely on his own abilities to get promotion opportunities repeatedly. He is not only good at managing relationships, but also very good at seizing opportunities. Although he complained that Pharaoh Mako put himself on the crater, he was actually still thinking about his own calculations.

"This is a dangerous place, but isn't it a blessed place?" Edgar thought to himself, "Although being the interim consul of Spat City requires careful everywhere to avoid offending the Yongxu Scale Chamber of Commerce, it is precisely because of this identity that the powerful nobles who had no relationship with me in the past are now actively contacting me and clinging to the relationship..."

He tilted his head and the fragrance from Shanka made him more awake. On a desk not far away, a reed pen clipped on the shelf was "brushing" to write something, and the reed pen pairs of this reed pen - both reed pens. Driven by the obsidian beads, when a reed pen is written, its reed pen can also be written simultaneously - it is held in the hands of a Khdiv. Such a person was something he had never made in the past. But now, the other party took the initiative to send him a pair of reed pen, expressing his desire to communicate with friendship from time to time.
Chapter completed!