Wren's mood gradually calmed down in the quiet and warm room, his emotions were well contained by himself, and his brain began to work at a high speed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He has been reflecting on why there are always people who want to harm him. He also constantly reflected on everything he had done, and finally he came to a conclusion. Because these people think that he is weak and can be bullied, and think that even if they take this young, one-person bare-bones commander, there will be no more serious end.

Everyone has a fluke mentality, and losers are stupid, humble, and unworthy of sympathy in their eyes. But they never understood that the gap between the losers and the others was not as big as they thought it would be - one did it and took all the consequences. One hasn't had time to act yet, that's all.

Even these people are far inferior to the losers, because the losers still have the courage to put their plans into action, and the visionaries don't even have the courage to carry them out - until they too begin to have the courage and try and finally pay the price.

Animals don't show their fangs, and people will never understand how scary these animals are.

People, too.

In the past six months, Rennes has been more of a passive response. If something is coming, I will deal with it, and if there is nothing to do, I will develop my one-acre and one-third of land safely.

As it turned out, this path was impassable. This world is not the kind of civilized society on the earth that has been completely stabilized, it is still a primitive jungle, advocating the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, and the survival of the fittest. If you want to live better, you must not only protect yourself, but also plunder the living space of others as much as possible.

Faced with Sarcomo's joke-like attitude, Wren's face finally became cold, he flicked his fingers, rubbed the copper ring on his middle finger, and sneered casually, "Compensation, what do you use to compensate, why do you think it is enough to compensate?"

Sarcomo was suppressed by Wren's momentum in an instant, and he said with difficulty, "Yes, money, you make an offer." ”

Wren's contemptuous gaze paused on Sarcomo's face for a moment, and pointed at him, "So, you businessmen only have money in their eyes, and you have been corrupted by money, do you think that money can buy everything you want and results? stupid!", he paused, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and nodded slightly after a moment of dead silence, "You are a businessman, you have money, you like to talk about money, okay, let's talk about money, and trade." ”

Sarcomo immediately sat up straight, and even pulled a notebook and a pen out of his pocket, ready to record the highlights of Wren's next remarks. He never dared to underestimate this young nobleman who was empty-handed and opened the situation with his own ability.

"From today, from the time I say this, the grain trade in all regions of the entire province of Bell will be defined as strategic goods, and all the right to trade, transport, store, and sell grain will be nationalized. At this point, the pen in Sarcomo's hand snapped and broke, and the sharp wooden thorns at the fracture pierced into his palm, and he didn't even notice it, his face became extremely ugly, bloodshot crawled up his eyeballs, and his brain buzzed for a while.

Nationalization?

This was the first time he had heard of the term, but it did not prevent a person with a normal IQ from taking it literally.

How dare he, and how dare he completely deprive such an important material as grain from the hands of the merchants? How dare he touch the most traded and profitable thing in the entire empire!

Sarcomo's muscles tensed, he was furious, he wanted to stand up, pointed at Wren's nose and laughed at him, laughed at him for being stupid, laughed at him for not knowing the sky, laughed at him for wanting to change the business structure of the entire empire on his own. However, this anger came and went quickly, and after an explosion in his mind, the whole person seemed to be much more defeated.

Gold Aristocrats!

Four words, it makes everything clear.

How ridiculous it is that a group of people who claim to be golden nobles, nobles who claim to have a holy bloodline, are above the laws and secular of the entire empire, and with the words of a young man like him, who has not even grown much beard, he has shaken the foundation of the merchant's self-preservation and his position in society.

Is there a way?

As long as Wren persists, the entire empire will soon pay attention to what is happening here, and then change the environment in which the merchants live.

However, Wren has decided to flip the table this time, so there will be no more hesitation. Looking at the mourned Sarcomo, looking at this Celeste's grandfather, Wren did not have the slightest pity and sympathy in his heart, let alone any weakness.

"In addition, weapons, steel, basic magic pedestals, war horses, Tiberium spars and other materials and commodities that may be related to people's livelihood and strategy will be included in the list of supervised materials from now on. Every transaction, every commodity, where the raw materials come from, in which workshop is formed, which master's work is it, which chamber of commerce or transport team it passes through, through those places, through the hands of those people, where it is going to go, the quantity of each batch, the funds involved, the person or the chamber of commerce, must have a very clear record, to ensure that each commodity has an independent number, and is registered. I ask these goods, at any time in my hands, through the number, to know in the shortest possible time who the ownership of the goods belongs to, who sold them to him, and where they were shipped. ”

"Among them, all the trading rights of steel and the basic magic base are nationalized, and can only be manufactured and traded by the government. Along with grain, it was positioned as a strategic resource and was subject to official regulation throughout the empire. Anyone who dares to illegally manufacture, buy, sell, or trade ......"

Wren opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of thin white teeth, and smiled peacefully and humbly, but said something that made Sarcomo cold, "I will let him know what the Iron Fist of the Empire is, and send all the people and organizations involved to meet the God of Light." He laughed a few times, raised his eyebrows, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice, "From today on, now!"

"I will immediately write to Her Majesty the Empress of Pars, you can rest assured, and don't worry, this regulation and policy will be fully promoted in the empire as soon as possible. "I hope you will resist, I hope you can challenge the entire ruling class, and I sincerely hope to see you merchants with pus on the soles of your feet and filthy blood flowing from every pore against the will of the entire empire." You people, it's time to clean it up, and you dare to threaten and persecute the golden nobles?"

Wren's otherwise calm mind fluctuated once more, and he kicked the beautiful lad over, and the edge of the gold-covered table shattered the delicate floor.

He was angry because the people who hurt him this time were the businessmen he thought he could rely on, communicate with, and get closer to each other. He cooperated with the merchants with the most sincere attitude, gave them great benefits, and gave them a good soil for survival. But they are challenging his limits and limits in this ridiculously ugly way to give back everything he has given them.

He didn't mind teaching this group of businessmen who yearned for freedom a good lesson, telling them what kind of attitude and posture they should put on when facing the thing of power.

Wren closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

The silence in the room weighed on Sarcomo's heart like a huge stone, and he even struggled to breathe, and every breath was torture.

After a moment, Wren opened his eyes, the flames of anger quietly faded, he tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, pursed his lips, and bowed slightly, "Sorry, I lost my temper." ”

He picked up the table and sat down again, his tone calming down again, "Please forgive me for my impulsive behavior, but this is my attitude, no one can resist, no one can!"

Sarcomo was like a real old man at this time, an old man with a candle in the wind, his lips were a little purple, trembling, and Wren in a rage and what Wren said made his heart stop beating two beats in anger, and the desire to dizzy and vomit hit his reason. His eyes lost their luster and he looked at Wren in a daze, "You can't do this...... and you can't ......"

Wren chuckled, acting very politely, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion, and his tone was slow, gentle, but firm, "No, I can!"

Wren had no doubt that his policy would be supported by Pars, and that the road to centralization would have to face two mountains, and everything would not be overcome. One is called military power, and the other is called finance.

Military power is the greatest armed deterrent force of the central government to the localities, and it is also where the courage and confidence of the central authorities to directly turn the tables on the localities lie. In another world, the most elite armies of all dynasties were firmly in the hands of the central government, why? When there was a greater need for these armies, they always defended the imperial capital, which was not in any danger at all? It was because the emperor needed to maintain the pressure exerted on the local government from the top down. If you're disobedient, it's okay, I'll make you lose your head tomorrow.

The second is finance, because no matter how good a regime boasts, if more people want to follow in its footsteps, people must see the benefits. At the same time, it also deprives the local authorities of the possibility of a relatively independent kingdom that may be over-funded. In order to bring the local government closer to the central government, both the policy and the people must conform to the values and trends of the central government, so that they can be relatively free in financial control.

From fists to pockets, only by gathering power in an all-round way can we talk about centralization.

Otherwise?

Let's eat shit and go!

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Some people say, "Oh, your book isn't cool enough, it's boring." I thought about it and didn't refute it. Everyone's cool point is different, some people like jogging, some people like to run fast, I like to climb along the ground. You don't like me, but it's enough to have someone with the same hobbies as me. I'm hi myself, and I think there should be people who think they're hi, are you hi?

By the way, push a book, to be honest, I haven't read it, it's called "King's Blood", no, it seems to be called "Kingdom Blood", that's it, I always remember the wrong name. It's said to be a book that can bring joy out of abuse, and it requires a high IQ to watch, so it should be good, right?

Yes, it's good.