A middle-aged man walked into the room, bowed his head in salute, and politely thanked me: "Your Honor! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me."
In the royal city of the Kingdom of Wright, an old man wearing decent clothes sat in his office and looked at the middle-aged man who walked in.
"My time is precious." The old man said, sitting on a chair that was at least twice as big as his body, holding a delicate pen in his hand, looking at the other person.
"My uncle is your best friend, so I'm here to ask for your help." The middle-aged man respectfully placed a money bag on the old judge's desk and closed it tightly.
The old judge glanced at the money bag, and his tone was obviously more kind: "So, what can I do to help you? Let me know."
The middle-aged man immediately spoke aggrievedly and mentioned a name that made the old judge a little afraid: "You can't imagine what kind of changes Datang Group has brought to the world! Yes, changes! What it has brought,
It's much more powerful than guns, cannons, trains and ships."
"Huh?" The old judge leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the resentful and talkative man in front of him, his voice drawn out in confusion.
The middle-aged man continued to speak, telling the news he had learned: "In the entire Bunas, 100% of the people are working for the Datang Group. The old ladies who sweep the floors there are all members of the Datang Group."
"Every morning, the whole city seems to come to life. Countless workers walk out of their houses and walk into the factories of Datang Group to work." As he spoke, he went off topic.
But he doesn't care, because he gave the bribe, so this is all his time to complain. He bought this time, so he has the right to squander it.
Just listen to him continue: "Every machine there is running non-stop, and it will only stop when it breaks down... Then, several workers will repair the damaged machinery immediately, and then the work will continue, and production will take place for a moment
It doesn’t even stop.”
"Never before has a city operated so efficiently, and no one has ever raised production to such a high level." The more he spoke, the more frightened he became, and the more he felt as if he was facing a huge monster that covered the sky and the sun.
"Datang Group is the largest industrial production organization in our kingdom..." The old judge nodded and said, "What does this have to do with the problem you want to solve?"
"Have you been to Bunas? The chimneys there are denser than the forest, and the black smoke there never stops. If you look carefully, you can clearly see the billowing smoke pouring out of the chimneys under the moonlight.
Come out!" As if recalling something, this middle-aged man's beard was trembling slightly.
After he finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds. Then he looked at the old judge and came to a conclusion: "Before the emergence of Datang Group, everything was so primitive. Compared with now, you will find that many things are fundamentally different."
It shouldn’t exist.”
Compared with Datang Industrial Group, his small workshop cannot be called a production organization at all. His small workshop is a waste of labor...
The two sides are not on the same level at all. They are as different as a little white rabbit facing Crusu.
"There are some things that as long as people are not blind and just look at them, they will feel creepy! The Datang Group is ten times, hundreds of times, even thousands of times more terrifying than we expected!" He stood up suddenly.
Come on, he walked up to the old judge and said excitedly.
He lowered his voice and pointed in the direction of the door: "Think about it! What was the underground gray industry built by the gangsters hired by Cyric before? Compared with the Silver Fox that originated from Bunas, it is almost like playing house with
Home is no different."
"Cyric just organized the gangsters, and they trained these gangsters into an army! They have guns, organization, discipline, and even faith... Damn it, can you believe it? Those leaders of Silver Fox Company
Bastards wearing black top hats and Bunas suits and holding pistols pray to Tang Mo's clan emblem every morning!" After he finished speaking, he even panted for a while before calming down his breathing and heartbeat.
He recalled the people who came to his house that night, the people who claimed to want to buy his property, and thought of those cold, scary-looking faces.
As he talked, he even started to get excited again: "He turned the gangster into...a gangster! Yes! That's the word! This damn word comes from Bunas!"
"Those gangsters who were gangsters in the past can't possibly be the opponent of this regular army! Do you know who they are? They kill without blinking an eye, and they can gather half a block of people with just a disagreement," he said.
, while waving his arms, you can imagine how much negative impact the conversation that night had on him.
But he really had no choice, because the other party hadn't taken action yet, or even said a harsh word. It was just the pressure the other party brought to him that made him feel like there was a sharp long sword hanging on his neck.
"If you reason with them, they will threaten you. If you use a knife, they will use a pistol. If you pull out a pistol, they will blow up your house with explosives..." He was scared and muttered in a messy voice.
"What do you want me to do?" the old judge asked calmly.
"Protect me...please, drive those villains out of where we live..." the middle-aged man begged.
The old judge met the other party's gaze and said calmly: "But, as far as I know, they are not overbearing in business."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then had to explain: "This is the most troublesome thing. They have guns and money. No matter what I do, I can't compete with them."
"I know their people and their style of conduct... did they... give you a choice?" the old judge continued to ask.
In fact, he certainly understands the way Silver Fox operates. Most of the time, the company abides by the law and seems to be more approachable than those bastards from the Cyric Consortium.
Only when things cannot be solved with money, they will use some drastic means, but they will do things very beautifully and have an explanation for everything.
This kind of behavior makes him, as the judge of the royal city, very appreciative, because he needs a power in the darkness to help him stabilize the dark side of the entire royal city.
Sure enough, the middle-aged man answered with some hesitation: "...I gave it."
He also heard that the old judge in front of him, a well-known impartial judge, actually had a close relationship with Silver Fox Company, so he had already begun to think about whether he should change his attitude.
The old judge continued to ask questions, with a faint smile on his face: "Can you tell me something?"
"They hope to buy my workshop for 3,000 gold coins..." After swallowing, the middle-aged man told the truth.
"Are you dissatisfied?" The old judge continued to ask: "How much do you think your shabby workshop is worth?"
"..." The middle-aged man was silent - you have said so, what else can I say? You have said that my workshop is a broken workshop, so of course it is not worth much...
The old judge was not in a hurry to speak. He waited for the other party to come to his senses before continuing: "You also know that the people in Silver Fox Company are behind the Datang Group. You also know that they cannot afford to offend them. Do you think I am just helping you catch them?"
If you pick up a few idle minions, will they let you go?"
"..." The middle-aged man knew that what the other party said was true - even if the judge gave him a fair ruling, he would not be able to defend his workshop...
The judge waited for a few more seconds, waiting for the other party to come to his senses again, and then continued: "I can help you talk to them, 3150 gold coins, and I will get 25 gold coins as reward."
"Okay, I'll listen to you." The middle-aged man nodded immediately, as if I had accepted my fate.
"Okay, he's gone." After sending the middle-aged man away and closing the door, the old judge looked at the other door that was opened on the side and said.
"Thank you, sir." The man wearing a black Bunas suit and top hat nodded slightly and thanked.
"This is the last piece of land. You have to tell me, what exactly are you going to do after buying such a large piece of land?" The old judge looked at the speaker from Silver Fox Company and asked curiously.
"We plan to build a racecourse in the royal city." The person in question didn't hide the words and answered directly.
"Racecourse? Are there any profits to be made by raising horses here?" the old judge asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's not just about raising horses, but also about horse racing. It's not just about horse racing, you can also bet on horses." The man representing Silver Fox Company, or the Datang Group behind Silver Fox Company, explained with a smile.
"You guys are really good at playing. I can't handle this kind of thing alone." The old judge reminded me.
"Don't worry, sir. His Majesty the King has 10% of the shares in this project. You, the Prime Minister, everyone... can also share 10%." The man could not be more proficient in this method.
"Before construction even started, you took out 20% of the profit and divided it?" The old judge thought for a few seconds, looked at the other party expectantly and asked: "How much do you think you can make from horse racing?"
"I don't know the exact amount, but... your profit share is... about a thousand gold coins a year." The speaker replied with a smile: "If everything goes smoothly, maybe in the future, you can only rely on this
With this income, your sons can live a comfortable life."
"...I will let him move as soon as possible." After a rough calculation and an estimate of how fast his sons spent money, the old judge, who understood the meaning of chic, was silent for a long time, and then said.
