But things don't go so smoothly at all.

It wasn't long before the envoy heard the slow sound of stairs kicking again.

Knock knock - the knock on the door and the sound of kicking the steps sounded like the effect of a mummy, causing goosebumps to tremble all over the envoy's body.

"Mr. Special Envoy? Envoy - sir? Are you there? ”

"Come in. What's up? - "The envoy angrily learned to knock on the door, and the old man elongated his voice. He already had an ominous premonition: the old man was suddenly more polite than ever, and it was not a good thing.

"Well, that's the case, I can't deal with the group of grain merchants and old men below, I can only see if you can explain to them why you need to control the grain trade, these new things, the old man can't figure it out."

With these kind words and a sly and cloudy look, the envoy already understood eight points. Since he has taken over all the government affairs of this place on behalf of the central government of Elta, the lord can naturally come to the "non-violent non-cooperation" and push the pot to him.

Cleaning up the street has not yet touched the interests of any small boss, and it is natural to be happy and happy with the guests and hosts. The underground merchants and relatives of the bandits, who had been seriously damaged in the crackdown on the bandits, were also afraid of the bright bayonets of the steel guns in the hands of the soldiers at the head of the city, and did not dare to act rashly, for fear that once they appeared, they would become air-dried meat on the lamp pole.

"Okay, then I'll reason with them."

Descending to the outside of the town hall, the envoy went out to see several businessmen standing respectfully outside the door. But they saw that the envoy who had walked in front did not kneel, but only knelt respectfully after seeing the lord - they still had cushions under their knees, but this detail did not give a glimpse to the already extremely unhappy envoy.

"Well, this is Sielta, the plenipotentiary envoy appointed by the central government of the Elta Empire, if you have any questions, you can ask him." Before the envoy could speak, he felt the lord next to him bend down and take a step, seemingly humble, but in fact he had been caught off guard by a large black cauldron on top of his head.

"Mr. Special Envoy." The fat merchant at the head first stood up, and then knelt respectfully. "May I ask a few simple questions?"

This was an open interrogation session in all parts of Elta - anyone (at least dressed decently) could get the lord to answer his questions if he wanted to, and if the envoy answered yes, he could stand up and start asking questions.

The onlookers gradually gathered in the city—they also wanted to see how capable the newly arrived "Lord of the Other World" could be. The relevant regulations of grain control are essentially beneficial to them, and they are also clear about the intentions of the businessmen below, and they also secretly applaud, but what they want to see most now is that these businessmen who collude with officials on weekdays make a fool of themselves in public and are shocked.

"Please get up, say it." The Plenipotentiary Envoy's semi-fluent Elta language inevitably has a slight onion accent, but at least there is no need for a translator.

"Thank you for your grace and mercy." The fat merchant's earlobes shook as he straightened up, and the envoy felt sick to his stomach. "Then let me first ask a question, do you think the regulations on grain control and unified sales and purchase, envoy plenipotentiary, are good?"

"Okay!" The envoy took out the case of his glasses from his breast pocket and placed a pair of reinforced black-rimmed glasses on his face—without him, the façade of the town hall was now facing the sun, and the sun was too harsh.

"Then, does the central government of the Elta Empire, including His Majesty the Emperor, also support this policy?"

"Of course!" The envoy's answer was completely unthinking.

"Then why did it have to be implemented so quickly, and there was no other plan to discuss with us merchants, chambers of commerce, and the manor lords' guilds? In addition, there are some sources within our Chamber of Commerce who say that people from other worlds will influence and interfere in the daily lives of our Elta people through some means, what is your response to this view? ”

The envoy's face darkened: "You can't ...... You businessmen must be careful, don't 'see the wind is the rain', when you receive this news, you have to judge yourself, do you understand the meaning? Even if it's something out of nowhere, if you repeat it here, you are also responsible, right? ”

The fat merchant was taken aback by this aura, but he didn't lose his central opinion: "Now that the harvest season is not over yet, you want to control the grain trade so early, will it give people the feeling that you have made up your mind and ordered the grain trade to be banned?" ”

"There is no intention of internal determination or hand-picking, everything must be produced through Elta's imperial system and in accordance with the Basic Law!" The envoy's face became darker and darker when he said this, and after he finished speaking, he was almost black and turned into a field chicken in a muddy pond.

"But you......'re in such a hurry," the fat merchant felt the intense pressure from an unknown time and space, and sweat began to leak from his forehead.

"You have to ...... You asked me so many questions just now, and I can answer you with a 'no comment', which was appointed by His Majesty Doniva, the Emperor of Elta, so what should you do if you are not happy? ”

"That grain trade control ......" The fat merchant originally wanted to take a step back and change his proposition to "a few weeks of grace", but before he could finish speaking, he took a step forward, and the envoy who pulled up his trousers cut off the conversation alive.

"What I mean is not whether the grain trade control is legal, whether it is hand-picked by us people from another world, you ask me if I support it, His Majesty the Emperor of Elta supports it or not, I say yes, and I will tell you this clearly."

After saying this, the envoy crossed his fingers with his hands, and placed his palms upwards in front of his lower abdomen, assuming a posture of guarding everything.

"Mr. Envoy......"

Before the merchant could finish speaking, he saw the envoy strike his arm like lightning and point his finger straight at him—so frightened that he quickly shut up.

"O you, you! I feel like you traders still need to learn one, you're very familiar with the theory of Elta's camp, but you're still too young to understand what it means, right? I tell you, I've been through a lot of battles, and I've seen a lot! Which village and town in Cierta I haven't been to? - You know, the Governor of the Twin Moons Church is so high that I don't know where to go! I talked and laughed with him! So you dissidents, you still have to improve your knowledge, do you understand? You have a good one, where the whole Elta runs, you go faster than our cars. But what, the questions asked, the opinions that are spoken, are too superficial, and sometimes they are very naïve, understand? ”

The onlookers and officials exchanged heads and ears, and it was noisy. Most of them really thought that Mr. Envoy would have a real discussion with the best debater among the merchants, Zaon Paulva from the Hazelal Chamber of Commerce, comparing who was more sophisticated in going around in circles. And a handful of people felt that the envoy would directly send the soldiers in colorful clothes and take down these cheap bones in one fell swoop-

But the development of events was completely unexpected by everyone, and Zaang, who had hardly suffered defeat, was said to be in a cold sweat, and his little eyes rolled - he was certainly not the backbone of the grain merchants, and he could not even share a large share of the grain merchants' interests. To tell the truth, he came here to kneel at the front because he could tell the envoy that he would have money.

How could the former lord, who was waiting in the shadows to see the joke, not know about this? How could this drama of Mars hitting the earth be staged without his matchmaking? It's just that the envoy's strength is far beyond his imagination - what he attracted was not Mars at all, but a reveling amphibian nebula with a very high density!

"But, but can you say, why do you support the regulation of the grain trade?" The fat merchant's straightened body was already shaking a little, perhaps he should have considered whether he should kneel.

The envoy turned around unexpectedly, avoiding the pleading look of the fat merchant Zaang and said, "I'm sorry, I'm telling you about this today as an elder in my life. I'm not a businessman, but I've seen too much, and I have to tell you a little bit about it, the experience of political life: from the moment I first saw you, I was thinking, our motherland has a saying called 'Silence makes a fortune', so I didn't say anything, and pushed the black cauldron to His Majesty the Emperor of Elta, just like your former lords, and that was the best! But I thought, I see you so enthusiastic, so sincere, it's not good to say a word, right? ”

Speaking of the phrase "yes or not", the envoy turned around and looked at Zaang with a smile and a "kind" look, hoping that he would answer.

But this is not at all to hope that Zaang can really answer, the envoy then continued to look at the onlookers behind him, and said loudly: "So you must just say that we are from another world hand-picked to implement the 'grain trade control' policy, in terms of propaganda and criticism, if we are killed in the future, you will be responsible!" We do not say that we want to establish the policy of 'grain trade control', and we do not have any intention of conquest, appropriation, and exploitation in isolation from the actual social conditions of Elta. But you must ask me, ask me a special envoy plenipotentiary belonging to the central government of Elta, ask me if I support the decision of the central government of Elta, the decision of His Majesty Doniva, can I not support it? This provision is now the national policy of Elta do Sul, how can we not support it? ”

The meaning of this statement to bring Doniva out as a backstage is very clear - many people are still unclear about the government composition of the new Elta Empire, but one thing is obvious and known to everyone: all royal documents are signed by Doniva, and whether the emperor is hollow or not, the authoritative pressure he poses still exists. Now if this fat man continues to quibble, a charge of rebellion may be burned red on the fat that shook on his chest and stomach.