"I could see the anger in their eyes. ”

Rhodes let out a wail in his heart, and in the short time he had just met with the two presidents, he felt that the relationship he had worked so hard for years with the miners had completely collapsed.

Such a rough solution to the problem of a businessman is simply an insult to his financial knowledge!

He could already imagine how the miners would see themselves and the Pollitt they represented, the town of Blackstone that they represented.

They will resist.

There may not be much good relationship between the miners, and even if the two chambers of commerce that they met just now are destroyed or annexed by other chambers of commerce in another way, no one will speak up for them, and the miners will only applaud quietly, after all, one less opponent will have less competition, and the interests will be greater.

But unfortunately, it was no one else standing opposite them, but Rhodes, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who represented the attitude of Blackstone, and this attitude was obviously not only for the two chambers of commerce, but also for the entire huge group of miners in Blackstone:

Blackstone doesn't have your part anymore.

If Hodge could control enough miners and administrators to keep Blackstone's veins mined and managed, then Rhodes would have nothing to say, but this young, superficial little bastard didn't think about anything in advance, like a brainless fly that spoiled a pot of fragrant goat's milk.

The most disgusting thing is that the fly has not yet been stuck to the goat's milk, fluttering its wings and leaving, and it is the people who suffer from the goat's milk, and now it is Blackstone itself that drinks the miner's milk, that is, Pollit.

He was worried...... Blackstone's foundations will be shaken by this.

"Lord Rhodes, please believe my experience, normal people are a little angry when they don't get the expected gains, but none of this matters, don't you see their attitude? ”

"They're taking your threat, you're pushing them!" Rhodes said excitedly, waving his arms excitedly, his heels trying to meet Hodge's eyes, "And this is going to bring a terrible backlash!"

"If the threat was to be exchanged for gold, I don't think Lord Pollit would mind threatening the whole world. Hodge flipped a few bags in his hand, and the heavy feeling was fulfilling, this was the mining tax that the two chambers of commerce should pay this quarter, which was exactly the same as the established amount, not even a copper coin was missing.

Of course, the bag is not filled with coins.

If you use coins to pay mining taxes, tens of thousands of gold coins are too heavy to be carried back even if you call the entire patrol guard, and merchants don't like to use this inconvenient currency in large transactions.

Therefore, they were paid with precious stones, agate, jadeite, diamonds.

In short, an item of equivalent value.

Rhodes looked at Hodge's smug face, and really wanted to step forward and tear his handsome face to shreds, but he knew that he couldn't do it, the witch's ability was not only to make the president and the squire understand that they couldn't fight against him, but also to remind Rhodes that he couldn't move Hodge, at least physically.

And even though he was annoyed, he had to admit that Hodge was right.

Pollitt has only been interested in two things in his life, and it is only in these two things that his mind will return to the level of a normal person.

One of them is "waves crashing against the reef, wave after wave".

The other is to put gold coins on the bed.

"I'd rather die at the sharp angle of a gem than sleep on a gravel pavement. ”

This phrase that the ladies of the empire like to say on their lips also applies to Pollit.

"Damn it, damn it!" Rhodes stomped his foot in frustration, feeling his powerlessness, kicking up snow dust and revealing stones......

......

Devany leaned against the wooden pillar outside the council chamber, closing her eyes and about to fall asleep.

Many of the townsfolk who passed by stopped to look this way, not because Daphne covered her face with a hood, which was not unusual for the townsfolk of the North who were used to walking in the snow, as the snow would slip down their hair and into their eyes, leaving behind unclean impurities that would be particularly uncomfortable for the eyes, so a hood was a good choice to separate the snow and dust.

The reason for the attraction is the few strands of hair that are scattered from Daphne.

The dazzling fiery red color is still particularly eye-catching in the northern border, which is accustomed to gray, black, and brown.

The wooden door of the council chamber was pushed open, and the sound of rubbing the ground pulled her back from her stupor, rubbing her eyes and looking back, several strangers walked out one after another, and it was only after a while that she saw Hodge's figure.

"Everything's alright?" she muttered in a daze.

Hodge smiled with satisfaction: "It couldn't have gone any further, it turned out even better than I expected, and sure enough, our Lord Pollit is quite obsessed with money and possessive." ”

"Look at the way you're smiling. Daphne shook her hood in her hands, shook the thick snow to the ground, and patted her shoulders and back, "It's bad luck for the mayor to meet you. ”

"But Blackstone's luck is good. ”

"You're really under-cleaned up right now......"

The two of them had barely taken two steps side by side, and the man leaning on another pillar in the council chamber immediately followed, dressed in neat armor, and the sound of pieces of iron rubbing against leather with each step.

"I almost forgot that there was a little tail. Hodge chuckled.

The guard was one of four people watching outside their building, and since Pollit had told Daphne to get out of the street to help Rhodes, at least one of them had to follow her at all times and keep an eye on her every move.

"Nasty feeling, what happens if you say I'm throwing off now—or cutting off this little tail?"

"It's not going to be a good thing anyway. Hodge shrugged.

As he walked through a street in the East End, the little beggar, who was huddled in a corner in a tattered coat, saw Hodge and hurriedly stood up, seemingly inadvertently colliding with Hodge, but took the opportunity to stuff a letter into his coat pocket.

The whole process was rather hidden, and only Hodge himself and Daphne beside him could see it.

This kid is clearly more adept at stealing than begging.

"Your people?" Devany was the one who knew he had taken over the entire criminal underground.

"I guess so. Hodge leaned sideways to hide the movement of his hands, and quickly read the contents of the letter from an angle that a guard not far away could not see.

He took a deep breath, stopped, turned to Daphne and said, "You go back alone, I have to go to Herbert." ”

"What's wrong?" Daphne wondered.

"It's not a big deal, but it's urgent. ”

Hodge's gaze shifted from her to the soldiers not far away, and he instructed, "Remember, don't make any noise when you go back, and don't try to shake off this tail." ”

"Now is not the time. ”