The two aristocratic businessmen, you look at me, I look at you, in the bedroom specially prepared for them, sitting a little helplessly opposite each other.

"What to do? It's much harder to buy these bastards than it is to buy off the city guards back then. They have discipline pickets, and they have Guards spies......" a merchant asked helplessly.

"It has nothing to do with those...... This is their battlefield, and on the battlefield they prayed earnestly to their gods. The other businessman shook his head and said, "Think about yourself on the stock exchange." ”

At that time, the two of them were also sincerely praying to their god, Chris, the god of wealth—they were willing to give their souls just to be able to see another up-and-down!

"Well, if His Majesty the Emperor hadn't stopped us from getting rich this time, I might still be a loyal believer now." The merchant smiled self-deprecatingly, lit a cigarette, and used the smell of the cigarette to dispel the faint smell of corpses around him.

There is no shortage of electricity here, after all, there are things like magic crystals as energy supplements, and there is a large supply of diesel, lighting and other electricity can be guaranteed.

The lights in the room are stable without the slightest flicker, and the air purifier is constantly working to provide purer air for the people in the room.

"What we have to think about now is to let His Majesty the Emperor change his mind." The merchant leaned back in his chair and said with annoyance.

It is obviously not easy to change the mind of His Majesty the Emperor, who is the founding emperor, full of authority and accustomed to power. In this case, the only way to make such an emperor change his mind is to slowly change the emperor's mind.

"I'm going to walk around with Master Powell, maybe he can talk to Master Norak......," he thought for a moment, and continued to talk to himself a little unwillingly.

In fact, he also knew that the Lord Powell in his mouth was just his backer, and this backer was simply not worth mentioning in front of an adult named Norak.

And this big-eyed Lord Norak, when he was in a meeting, he didn't even raise his hand to ask questions, and he didn't have the qualifications to talk to the old man Gurlo, the boss of the Ministry of Commerce, who was presiding over the meeting......

And people like Gurlo, the boss of the Ministry of Commerce, are the ones who can discuss issues with His Majesty the Emperor - if they can influence His Majesty the Emperor, then they have to be at a higher level.

Countless examples throughout the ages have proved that the most profound influence on the emperor is the woman who can blow the wind on the pillow of the imperial concubine and queen.

However, this method is a bit unworkable for Chris: the concubines of His Majesty the Emperor are either princesses who are dedicated to the army, or elves and great magicians who do not eat the fireworks of the world.

Jessica, the only commoner princess who seems to be able to be bought, is now also a super-rich man who controls the public opinion of the empire. This star, who is as beautiful as a flower, is not worth much less than those gods of wealth on the list of the richest people in Irlanhill.

"How can we little minions talk to those big men with their hands and eyes on this kind of thing......" the other merchant complained.

He knew what level of character he was, and he might be able to cover the sky with one hand in a small place, but in front of the real dragon snatcher, he was not even a snake on the ground.

It's a bit too much to barely go to those big guys. It's like when Deans went to see Clark, the prime minister of the Arrant Empire, with tens of thousands of gold coins, it was simply self-inflicted.

"Why don't we walk around on the military's side? If we give the army some canned sausages or something like that for free...... Do you think Lord Madias, of the Expeditionary Force, can you meet us? Finally, he thought of something and opened his mouth to suggest.

Some of the money can be given directly to a person, and some can be directly taken out and used on the surface.

There are many ways to raise money in the Irranhill Empire, and investing a sum of money into the war will generally get a good return.

In addition to fundraising, some capitalists will purchase some additional materials to transport to the front line to improve the supply of front-line troops. In this case, the army is also willing to provide some convenience to these capitalists.

For example, during the battle, some fields or farms will be protected as much as possible, and some valuable ancient buildings will be left behind, so as to reduce civilian casualties as much as possible.

In this way, merchants will save a lot of time and it will be easier to restore the local economy. They will earn more, so they will also be more willing to give a lot of help to the troops.

That's why when they started, they thought that if they sent something to the troops, the troops would think about it and leave some demons for them.

But this time, their wishful thinking failed, the army did not dare to be careless about His Majesty's orders, and the demons were not the same as those civilians.

"I don't think so, he definitely doesn't care about people like us. But I've heard that the general from Norma, Heidi Canon, is a nobleman, and maybe we can go through the doorway......," suggested another noble merchant.

His companion nodded and agreed, "You can try it from him, if it is feasible, it can leave a good relationship on the side of the military, and you can speak better in the future." ”

In their opinion, a sum of money is spent, and there is always a return. If you don't return here, you will return in other ways.

"Or, we can ...... Looking forward to it, His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire...... Something unexpected during this cruise......" Lowering his voice, a merchant said in a voice that only two people could hear.

"Whoa." Hearing this, the other merchant trembled with fright, and suddenly bounced up from his position, and scolded in a trembling voice: "You, what nonsense are you talking about...... I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything! ”

The more timid people even trembled their legs and stomachs when they heard the topic that His Majesty the Emperor would have an accident.

At least in his opinion, this talk of His Majesty's safety was a kind of suicide in itself — or rather, an uncomfortable method of suicide.

"Shh The other person was also startled, and quickly made a silent gesture: "I heard that too!" Bastard! Don't be so surprised! ”

"You idiot!" The merchant who jumped up from the chair pointed to the other party's nose: "Even you have heard that this group of people who want to be unfavorable to His Majesty, where their ancestors are buried, may have been investigated clearly!" ”