Chapter 1259: A confession (on, ask for a monthly ticket)
Crystal raindrops fell from the sky and hit the ground with a splashing sound.
The entire Ryder City was shrouded in heavy rain.
Taking this opportunity, the people who have been working hard under the scorching sun rarely put down their work and hid under the eaves to enjoy the comfortable rain.
Looking from a distance, the spiers of the magnificent palace hall have disappeared behind the rain and fog.
Even the large gold cross in the center of the Temple of Light, which is usually clearly visible, is only vaguely visible.
The whole city was shrouded in a thin layer of rain and fog.
The air is fresh and cool and the temperature is pleasant.
The rainfall has driven away the scorching heat for days and brought a wonderful coolness to the earth.
In this kind of weather, nobles who know how to enjoy life would often move a deck chair and sit on the corridor, holding a cup of fragrant tea in their hands, and quietly enjoy the beautiful scenery of the rain hitting the banana trees and the lotus flowers.
It would be really nice if there was a cute and cute beauty with red sleeves sitting next to her. Even if the emperor comes, maybe he won't change it.
This decadent and extremely selfish petty bourgeois way of life, which does not consider progress, does not consider national affairs, and only focuses on pursuing the comfort of personal life, has now become popular among the nobility and small and medium-sized landowners.
Since the economic development of Nai'an, Lord Luo has made great use of the media in his hands as another weapon of mass destruction to vigorously export culture... er, cultural dissemination.
Under the strong influence of Nai'an culture, those nobles also embrace Goethe every day... uh, Sir Alex Ferguson's "The Sorrows of Young Werther", or Xu Zhimo... Bah, bah, sir, Sir Alex's "The Sorrows of Young Werther"
"Farewell to the Maple Leaf Forest", "A Night of Emerald Green". Haruki Murakami... Khan, Sir Alex Ferguson's "Norwegian Wood", while drinking black tea, he raised his head and looked at the sky melancholy at a 45-degree angle. His face
Very artistic young man. Very 213-like.
And from time to time, he would get very poetic and suddenly shout, "Ah, the sea, you are all water~! The horse, you have four legs~!"
Girl, you are so beautiful when you are not wearing clothes..."
When everyone saw them, they all looked like mad dogs and took a long detour.
But what I have to say is that under the influence of various cultural media in Nai'an, there are more and more people like this.
Now even some small landowners and small businessmen have joined their ranks. They pretend to be dead and plagued at every turn, and look like they are very cultured.
Ryder City is the most benign place in the country. Most of the people living here are aristocratic landowners with money and leisure, so it is natural that they are not exempt from customs.
Whenever there is a storm or something, they will find excuses not to work and hide aside to be lazy.
Not to mention. Now, it's raining in Ryder City, so they naturally feel more confident.
Only those mud-legged people who are born to work and are extremely poor can brave the heavy rain, step in the muddy water one foot deep and the other shallow, and work hard to earn the food for the family.
Just when the rich man was hiding leisurely, a long motorcade suddenly appeared on the empty street in the center of Ryder City, marching in the heavy rain.
The motorcade was extremely spectacular, stretching for two miles. When the first car turned the intersection, the last car had not yet entered the city.
The wheels moved slowly through ankle-deep water.
The horse pulling the cart slipped from time to time, and the driver, who was dripping wet, had to spend 120% of his strength to control the reins.
The wheels of the carriage often bumped and bumped, and at this time, the carriage kept shaking from side to side.
After all, Leiria is a small country, and Ryder is also a small city. In terms of scale, it is slightly smaller than many provincial capitals in the Ruman Empire.
Naturally, there are no perfect drainage and road systems in the city.
In fact, cities in this era are all dirty, smelly, and messy. For the sake of convenience, people defecate anywhere. As a result, the whole city is filled with stench.
Only places like Maple Leaf Danlin, Fantino, and the big cities of the Ruman Empire can have leisure time and spare money to build drainage systems.
Otherwise, they would be just like Ryder City now, a layer of mud on rainy days and a layer of dust on sunny days.
Many cities choose to build on both sides of rivers or simply dig artificial rivers to facilitate transportation and drainage.
Because in this way, they only need to build the streets and do not need to repair any drainage pipes at all. When it rains, the rainwater will flow out of the city along the streets and wash away the garbage accumulated in the city.
Killing two birds with one stone is convenience.
This is also the reason why no one wants to go out on rainy days. No one knows whether feces or other things will be caught in the rushing rain. If it slips, you will choke twice...
It's just disgusting to death.
The long motorcade drove along the street, making huge noises and naturally attracting the attention of citizens on both sides.
Just by looking at the family crest on the carriage, they knew it was the Duke of Derosi from the east.
Everyone has heard too many stories about this Mr. Huāhuā. They have been listening to it for twenty or thirty years and have long lost interest.
The citizens of Ryder City also know that Mr. De Rossi has brought trouble to the place and has done countless bad things.
But the Batalians they harmed have nothing to do with the Ryder people, and De Rossi didn't dare to mess around in Ryder City.
On the contrary, some people are envious of De Rossi and his son's romantic style.
Everyone looked down upon the De Rossi family just because of the natural superiority of the subjects of the imperial city at the feet of the emperor.
The people of Ryde City firmly support His Majesty the King and the Crown Prince. It is said that the relationship between the Crown Prince and De Rossi is not very good, so the citizens are naturally not interested in the De Rossi father and son.
But what surprised the onlookers was that beside the two luxury cars in the middle of the motorcade, there were guards guarding them.
Although bursts of moderate rain drenched the armor of the Guards officers and soldiers, and the bright tassels on their heads drooped down like crushed flowers, the Guardsmen still looked majestic.
It was very rare that the Duke of De Rossi was escorted by the Praetorian Guards. The convoy was driving in heavy rain, which showed that something big happened this time.
People who don't know the truth are talking about it, and people who know the truth are showing off their inside information, which makes people around them stunned.
A female reporter from the "Economic Observer" magazine was also mixed in the crowd, watching the common people who had not seen many people in the market talking about it.
Everyone is also very curious about her identity. These days, there are very few career-oriented women who dress smartly and go out to work. They are as rare as special protected animals.
It's just that the citizens found this shrewd woman a bit cold, and more importantly, the burly man next to her, naturally no one dared to come forward to make her feel uncomfortable.
The female reporter also showed no interest in popularizing science to the Ryders, and watched with cold eyes as Duke de Rossi's motorcade passed by the door.
She only arrived one day earlier than Duke de Rossi. She was accompanied by the male reporter from "Red Maple Leaf".
He also decided to conduct follow-up interviews and make a series of reports. This incident was so typical that it could be passed down as a classic case.
Women generally have richer emotions. Seeing the swaggering De Rossi, he said disdainfully: "It's still a show off at this time."
"This is the last chance." The reporter of "Red Maple Leaf" said: "I just got a piece of news from an old classmate. This old guy and his bastard son will probably be imprisoned for the rest of their lives."
The female reporter pouted and said angrily: "He was so easy to take advantage of. How many people were forced to commit suicide by jumping off the building."
The reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" shrugged and said: "Who asked them to lend him money? Did anyone force them with a knife? It's not just for usury."
"Uh..." The female reporter hesitated and was speechless. What she said made sense.
"Red Maple Leaf" reporter Nunuuzui said: "Actually, the best punishment for dealing with this kind of person is not to kill him, that would be too easy for them.
They should be turned into servants of others and watch others live the lives they once enjoyed, while they can only eat chaff.
That would be more satisfying than killing them."
The female reporter imagined Mr. De Rossi wearing a servant's uniform, holding a basin and waiting for others to spit and wash their hands. She shook her head and laughed, and said: "Brother, are you also a graduate of Maple Leaf Danlin Strategy Department?"
Bar?"
"Huh?" the reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" pretended to be surprised and said, "Junior sister, how do you know?"
The female reporter curled her lips and said: "Everyone who comes out of the Strategy Department is... poisonous and unique."
She originally wanted to say that she was vicious, but the Maple Leaf Danlin Strategy Department had become quite famous in recent years, producing several outstanding evil-minded gangsters headed by Lord Lorraine.
However, she remembered in time that the strategy course was the department of her boss. Saying it would have scolded her boss as well, but she stopped her mouth in time.
Of course the reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" could see what she was thinking, and he raised his head and laughed heartily.
The long motorcade had just finished passing the door, and the rain seemed to have weakened a little.
The reporter from "Red Maple Leaf" patted his wallet, stood up and said, "Let's go, I made an appointment with another informant. I'm about to miss the appointment."
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De Rossi's motorcade passed through the city and arrived at the Duke's Palace on the same street as the Royal Palace.
After the motorcade slowly drove into the house, the servants didn't care about the rain and hurriedly got down to unload the vehicle.
Duke de Rossi and his son jumped out of the car, and before they could walk into the foyer, a voice came from behind and said: "Your Excellency, the Duke."
De Rossi and his son turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing court clothes standing in the rain behind them.
He bowed slightly to the De Rossi father and son, and said: "His Majesty, Silberman, is your Majesty's servant, conveying His Majesty's orders on your behalf. Your Majesty orders His Excellency the Duke and Your Excellency the Young Master to enter the palace immediately."
Duke De Rossi looked unhappy, waved his hand casually and said, "I understand."
Silberman raised his voice and said in front of everyone: "Your Excellency, your Majesty said, immediately!"
Duke de Rossi immediately became serious and looked at Silberman who was delivering the order angrily.
Silberman stood upright in the rain and looked at Duke de Rossi without any sign of weakness. His attitude was very firm. He knew in his heart how the kingdom would deal with De Rossi and his son, and he took this opportunity to add insult to injury.
Young Master De Rossi suddenly stood in front of his father and said calmly: "I understand. Let's change our clothes and meet His Majesty the King immediately."
Silberman nodded expressionlessly and said: "Your Majesty, please hurry up and don't keep His Majesty waiting."
Mr. De Rossi suddenly showed a meaningful smile and said: "No, I also hope to see my uncle and my brother as soon as possible."
Seeing the look in Mr. De Rossi's eyes, Silberman's heart suddenly jumped and he was stunned for a moment, but the De Rossi father and son quickly disappeared through the door.
Silberman snorted coldly, taking this as the unrepentance of De Rossi and his son.
A quarter of an hour later, De Rossi and his son reappeared outside the door with several attendants and a large box.
Mr. De Rossi stretched out his hand with a smile and said to Silberman: "Please."
The tone is like treating a servant, full of the master's sense of superiority.
"You're going to be in trouble soon, why bother?" Silberman cursed in his heart and turned around to leave without looking at De Rossi and the others.
After passing the palace gate, entering the inner hall, and passing several cloister doors, Silberman led Mr. De Rossi and his attendants to a large door.
The door was guarded by a group of mighty Royal Guards soldiers, fully armed.
Silberman pointed to the door and said, "Your Majesty is waiting for you inside."
Then he stood aside and watched coldly.
Prince de Rossi casually ordered his attendants: "Wait here."
The attendants responded and put down the boxes they were carrying. They also stepped aside, lowering their heads and silently staring at the ground.
Mr. De Rossi stepped forward and opened the door with a roar, then stepped in.
In the center of the room sat a majestic old man with white beard and hair, and a simple and elegant crown on his head.
Both faces were bright and bright, and their eyes were like torches, staring at De Rossi and his son.
Looking at these eyes, Mr. De Rossi suddenly felt guilty and lowered his head unconsciously.
The old man has a majestic and majestic demeanor. Just wherever he sits, he reveals the demeanor of a king who has been a king for a long time.
It was Imholt, the king of the Kingdom of Leiria.
Crown Prince Matthias stood upright behind the king, looking at De Rossi and his son with his head raised slightly. His eyes were full of victory and disdain.
Duke de Rossi followed his son in. When he saw the old king's gloomy face, he stood aside timidly and called out: "Brother."
The king was intimidated by Holt's lack of anger. He stared at De Rossi and his son with sharp eyes, and said angrily in a rich voice: "What a good thing you and your son have done~!"
Duke De Rossi raised his lips, but in the end he did not laugh. He only said in a muffled voice: "Brother, there is a reason for this..."
King Imholt said: "I am listening to your explanation."
Duke de Rossi said anxiously: "We were deceived by that bastard Lorraine."
Imholt slammed the table so hard that the cups on it jumped. The loud sound made Duke De Rossi tremble.
King Imholt said: 'Damn it, I asked you to stop the expansion of the United Nations, but I didn't ask you to speculate in stocks on Lorraine's territory.
If you fight him on his territory, will you be able to win?
But you, you actually owe huge debts and dare to embezzle taxes. You dug such a big hole. What can I use to make up for it?
Did you know that your creditors are going to file a complaint with the United Nations to seize the goods and funds from our kingdom to pay off the debt?"
The misappropriation of tax money directly caused the Kingdom of Leiria to malfunction. Without this money, it would be difficult for the Kingdom to do many things in the second half of the year.
King Inholt had to consider getting money again to make up for the deficit, but now who dares to lend money to the Kingdom of Leiria?
The creditors sued the United Nations, which made King Imholt even more angry: This is really embarrassing.
If it really happened that Leiria's ships and goods were seized by other countries to pay debts, he, the king, and his kingdom would become the laughing stock of others and be laughed at for hundreds of years.
King Imholt will never allow this kind of thing to "leave his name for eternity" to happen.
Seeing Duke De Rossi's timid appearance, the Kingdom of Yinholt became very angry. This guy had never played any positive role except causing trouble for him since he was a child.
King Inholt had to wipe his brother's butt again and again.
Now he's finally fed up.
King Yinholt glared at Duke De Rossi with disgust, looked at his son, Lord De Rossi, and said with hatred: "You performed well in Maple Leaf Danlin. I thought you finally grew up and understood.
It's time to do the right thing.
What's the result?
Why did you provoke Lorraine? Just to prove that you are better than him? "
Mr. De Rossi stood up straight and looked at his uncle and brother calmly, without any intention of admitting his mistake.
Crown Prince Matthias couldn't help but frown. He had always disliked his brother.
The Crown Prince could always see the dangerous ambition in his eyes. Every time he saw the arrogant De Rossi, the Crown Prince felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.
So this time the Crown Prince actively pushed the government and the public to oppose De Rossi and his son, which made the Imholt Kingdom firm up its determination to imprison them.
Now Crown Prince Matthias can finally look at the annoying De Rossi father and son with the eyes of losers.
As soon as he gave the order, the judge and the guards waiting outside the door would rush in, arrest the de Rossi father and son, and read out their charges face to face.
Another public trial will be held to expose the scandalous conduct of De Rossi and his son in front of the nation's subjects.
To appease the anger of creditors against Leiria.
At this time, Crown Prince Matthias came forward and promised to sell off all the property of De Rossi and his son to repay the debt.
By then, won't the Crown Prince's reputation be rising steadily, both at home and abroad?
Perhaps after announcing their punishment, Crown Prince Matthias might show some sympathy.
"Well, just show a little bit." Matthias said happily to himself: "A fingernail size is enough."
As for whether De Rossi's property is enough to pay off his debts, neither Crown Prince Matthias nor King Imholt care much.
I mean, just pay them back a little in proportion.
They would not make up for the hole that De Rossi and his son had squandered themselves, and those who lent him the money deserved it.
Who let them covet the high interest promised by De Rossi and his son~!
Although the United Nations side is a little more troublesome, it is just a trouble. I believe it can be settled with a few dollars.
People on the debt committee don't care about the lives of a few creditors who can't get enough money.
"You and your son are hopeless~!" Imholt was very unhappy when he saw De Rossi's unrepentant look. He waved his hand and said: "You..."
Mr. De Rossi suddenly raised his voice and said: "Uncle, please wait a moment."
"Huh?" King Imholt's hand stopped in mid-air, staring at Mr. De Rossi.
Mr. De Rossi took a step forward, stood in front of his father, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "Uncle, I think you misunderstood. I have already brought the taxes that should be paid.
As for the debt owed..."
Mr. De Rossi showed a confident smile and said firmly: "I can solve it within today and give an explanation to everyone who is waiting to ask me for money." (Not finished yet!~!
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