The children leave soon after receiving their father's permission, each of them trying to prove that he is the most suitable successor.

When the children had left, the Governor was still sitting in his chair, his elbows pressed against the armrests, his jaw propped up on his chin, and he was thinking about something.

The housekeeper came in and cleaned the study again, there were some very important things here, and the maid was not allowed to come in.

Looking at the butler who was about to leave, the provincial governor suddenly asked a question, "Which of them do you think has the best method?"

Just now, when the Provincial Governor was asking about the solution to the five children, the butler was outside the door, and the Provincial Governor did not shy away from him, in fact, sometimes the butler knew much more confidential things than his children.

The butler bent down slightly and lowered his head, "Master, I don't understand this." ”

The Provincial Governor smiled, "You know, you know better than anyone else, you know ...... better than they do", he sighed, a little melancholy.

The butler grew up with him, and when he was about eight or nine years old, the butler began to serve him by his side, initially to protect him.

At that time, the struggle between the ruling classes of the whole country had stabilized, but there were still some aftermaths, and all kinds of conspiracies, calculations, and frame-up attacks occurred from time to time.

It is better to rely on oneself than to let a provincial governor father with many children care about the physical and mental growth of a certain son and whether he is safe.

To put it mildly, when the governor of the province, including his father, his grandfather, and even the children who would inherit his place in the future, they would not hesitate to choose power when faced with the choice of power and family, which may be difficult for most people.

As long as you have power in hand, you can have as many families as you want.

From childhood to adulthood, the housekeeper actually fills in some of the emotional problems that are missing in the growth of the offspring in the power family, the relationship between father and son, the relationship between brothers, and the relationship between family members.

They are not relatives, but they are more like relatives.

Can...... , they are not relatives after all, this is even more true for those in power, and the housekeeper knows this very well, so he never talks much.

Even if the children of the governor make many mistakes, he will only punish them and make them uncomfortable, but once the steward himself makes a mistake, it is very likely that he and his family will disappear, so he will not take the sometimes emotional feelings of the governor as the truth, unless he does not want to live anymore.

Seeing that the butler was always bent over and lowered his head, the provincial governor was a little annoyed and a little stunned for a moment, a little boring, he changed his sitting posture and moved his shoulders, "What has the boss been doing lately?"

The housekeeper's heart tightened, if this kind of talk comes from an ordinary family, it is probably that the old father is a little concerned about the eldest son's recent work and life, but appearing in such a centralized power family, it means that the head of the family has changed his attitude towards the eldest son.

"The eldest young master has been very keen to participate in some salon ...... recently", the butler lowered his head slightly when he spoke, it was not that he had lied, he didn't dare to lie in front of the provincial governor, he was just a little worried about the eldest son of the provincial governor.

The Provincial Governor really frowned, "Sharon?"

"Yes, it's actually a chat, and the organizer will list a topic around which everyone will talk about their opinions. Although it cannot be said that the butler described it correctly, it is not bad.

The Provincial Governor sneered, "It's just a reason to eat, drink and have fun!", he was very accurate, and then his brows were twisted together again, "Who are the organizers?"

Who else could it be none other than merchants, who knew very well how to use their wealth in exchange for influence, who had formed clubs, salons, and amusement rides at regular intervals in the backward and ignorant place of Nagalil.

For this backward and poor country, all the entertainment and information from the developed countries have become their sought after goals, and clubs, salons and other activities meet their needs.

The latest magazines, the latest records, the latest movie tapes, and even things you can't see outside.

These people became loyal companions of the merchants, who never asked for them, and people became more and more willing to participate in these activities.

But even these seemingly harmless activities that could still meet many people still made the governor's expression unhappy.

He knew better than anyone else that human life was fragile, and he had never thought about death until he was thirty years old, and he felt that death was far away from him.

Before he was forty years old, he did not think that one day he would run out of energy, and at that time he was only a little tired at best, even if he did not rest all night.

Before the age of fifty, he had not paid such attention to his body, he felt that he was very healthy, so healthy that illness could not find him!

But now that he understands that life is fragile, everyone knows very well what the purpose of these businessmen is to win over the descendants of those in power, whether they have a chance or not.

Because opportunities are created by people.

The provincial governor wiped his face, "Let people keep an eye on him, and I don't think the situation is quite right recently, arrange more guards ......"

He looked at the butler, who could feel the governor's sharp gaze without looking up, and the gaze poked him like a knife and made him feel a little uncomfortable, making his heart beat faster and his mouth dry.

"I know how to do it!", he replied.

The Provincial Governor's expression softened a little, "You still know me, we grew up together, you are like my brother, sometimes you don't have to be so careful." ”

The butler raised his head and gave a quick glance at the Provincial Governor, and then lowered his head again, "Master, I am a subordinate. ”

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, let those two girls press it for me again, and I sat for a while, and I felt a little uncomfortable......", he grumbled, and reached out his hand, "Come, pull me." ”

While the Governor was chatting with his children, Lynch was also found.

He was approached by a local businessman, a foreign merchant named Simon.

Lynch found it interesting that Mr. Simon also included some of the merchants he had met from other places, who were more interested in wearing local traditional clothes than the locals.

In a sense, this is a message, a message that everyone is "their own person", and they are looking for a sense of identity.

Of all the avenues, there is no more direct and effective means than "cultural identity", so they are more enthusiastic than others to wear indigenous traditional clothing.

Looking at the god sign hanging on Mr. Simon's chest, Lynch felt that he needed to hang it up, at least it represented his identification with and support for indigenous culture.

"Mr. Lynch, I wonder if I've disturbed your rest?", Mr. Simon's tone was soft, and he spoke politely.

He is a gentleman in his forties, about 5 feet 6 inches tall (about 1.7 meters, rounding up to falsely declare one inch), fat and white.

Lynch greeted him, stretched out his hand and shook him, "Of course there is no ......," and the two sat down in the living room after a brief greeting.

Mr. Simon's visit had something to do with Mishehaye, who was backed by another family, and he reported the matter between him, Lynch, and the governor's son.

Don't say it at this time, if something happens in the future, he may have to carry it himself, and the people above know it, and they can help him block it somewhat.

If there is a third person who knows, then there will be a fourth, and a fifth, and more, and soon Mr. Preton also knows about it, and he immediately has people come and visit Lynch to see Lynch's attitude.

If they can work together, they will stick together and become reliable business partners, and they don't mind a little bit of satisfying Lynch's appetite.

If they can't cooperate, then they will have to start preparing for some disposition, so no matter what, the first thing to do is to test Lynch's attitude.

Mr. Simon was a big merchant in the province of Magulana, and he was mainly in charge of the spice export business here.

Every year, a large number of spices here will enter the international market through his hands, and those spices that may only cost thirty or fifty galils locally can be sold at a hundred, a thousand times the price in the blink of an eye after some gimmicks, some packaging, and some hype.

Merchants pursued profits in a variety of ways, and they even co-opted the royal families of several small countries to designate some spices and goods for the exclusive use of the royal family or the royal family by sharing profits.

This greatly increased the value of certain goods in the international market, and people said that feudal rule was backward, but everyone wanted to make themselves noble, and their lives were full of noble atmosphere.

Then there is no doubt that using the goods of the major royal families and royal families is the easiest, most direct and most effective way.

It's just that these people may not be aware that the royal family or royal family they look up to may not be much more powerful than their mayor.

Some small countries have a population that is not even the population of an international metropolis, and the grade of these royal families and royal families can also be imagined, and it is said that there are kings who farm their own land!

The semi-monopoly business has brought Mr. Simon a huge fortune, but now he is in danger of jeopardizing his business.

He didn't put what he had in mind on his face, every businessman and politician was the best actor, and they always showed the most appropriate expression at the most appropriate time.

"Mr. Lynch, do you know of the Pretton Comptoir?"