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"If you drink this glass of wine, you are your own person! Even the emperor can't check your accounts. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The Chancellor of the Exchequer drunkenly approached the beauty, salivating and shaking his head: "It's a great depression now, and only the drama makes money...... Tens of millions of dollars in two years, rich enough to rival the country!"

"Advertisers are willing to give money, what can I do. The charming girl with heavy makeup pushed the Chancellor away.

"If you don't shoot if you don't have enough money, who calls you a heartthrob? But those advertisers are not stupid, and if they raise prices slightly, they will recover the cost -- think about it, you make money, and the whole people will pay. The Chancellor of the Exchequer sneered, shook the red wine calmly, straightforwardly analyzed the chain of interests, and waited for the beauty to throw himself into his arms: "The national economy has been declining, and only your salary has reached a new high." Your appearance fee is inversely proportional to the economic index, think about who is covering you? You can be so dashing, don't forget to dig wells. ”

The girl shuddered. She held her face and bowed her head and asked, "Do you want to ...... How can you repay the well diggers?"

The Chancellor of the Exchequer squinted his eyes and muttered, "The men of the whole country dream of you every night, and dream of you laughing and angry on the screen - I don't want anything else in return, I want you." All I want is you. ”

The girl pushed the Minister of Finance who was sticking to her. Isaac, who was next to him, saw that the minister had drunk too much, so he stood up knowingly, muttered vaguely, "Unfortunately, there is still a closing ceremony to attend, I must retire, please forgive the minister", and then turned around and left decisively.

As soon as Isaac left, there were only two people left in the dinner: the actress and the minister. As the two pushed and shoved, the minister rose up, swept over two wine glasses, and pushed her onto the couch.

She screamed, and the man fell to the couch, her calves hunched into the sky, and her red skirt slid from her heels to her knees, revealing her full white calves. The minister gripped her shin and pushed his palm all the way up.

The girl's hand clawed for a while, and finally she grabbed the minister's suit tightly, and her nails went in.

Isaac told the assistant outside the door: "Personally guard the door here, and no one is allowed to enter." Wait until they're done. ”

The assistant witnessed the inside story many times, and was still in disbelief: "Lian ...... Even the ministers have fallen?"

"It must fall. Do you know what the charm of the power trade is?" Isaac was so proud that he gave the secret tips: "Unlike the Red Light District, we are not offering dancing girls, we are offering the dreams of men all over the country. ”

The assistant looked adoring and watched the cloaked Minister of Entertainment leave. A pleasant chirp came from the crack in the door, and the assistant listened to it with a heartfelt vein, and he watched the huge umbrella open overhead.

Under Isaac's careful operation, prices in Paris have reached outrageous levels. Social stratification is extremely severe, with the rich owning countless estates and the destitute having no place to stand. The class solidification is indestructible, and the poor struggle for several lifetimes cannot earn Isaac's monthly income. The flow of wealth is extremely abnormal, and the poor are always the ones who pay. The deformity of the distribution of wealth has basically lost the momentum of Paris's progress.

However, such a Paris is the perfect world that Isaac dreams of.

More than a dozen front-line cadres under his command have earned sky-high wealth enough to be the enemy country within two or three years, so that those royalists who prosper the country through industry, science and technology, and strengthen the country and enrich the people will instantly raise their hands and surrender. The emperor is already embattled, and Isaac shines brightly under the siege of capital.

The power trading ensured the longevity of the "Isaac System", which allowed massive amounts of capital to be monetized through the entertainment industry. This miraculous system, while destroying the fairness of Paris, also destroys the hope of the rise of this nation.

However, what Isaac cares about is not whether the nation can move forward, but who the nation works for.

Until now, Isaac's revenge has been successfully completed, and whenever Fran the Great appears to him again, Isaac will let him know who is the master of Paris.

At this moment, an enraged Fran the Great appeared at the Paris train station. He rushed back to Paris in person, trying to solve the supply problem as soon as possible, and to hold him accountable to prevent this from happening.

The war that is clearly in the hands of victory is constrained by logistics, just like a bloodhound that is frantically biting but is chained to the throat, and that kind of unwillingness is really difficult to restrain it.

But unsurprisingly, the emperor's car was once again stuck in the streets, and it was not possible to return to the palace castle for a long time - the closing ceremony of "The Sequel to the Beautiful Beggar" was being held in the center of the city, and it was as crowded as ever, and the cheers were as enthusiastic as ever.

The emperor's car was drowned in traffic. The emperor, dressed in military uniform, gritted his teeth and knocked his fingers for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, opened the door and got out of the car, and asked the street patrol with a hideous face: "Where is the source of the traffic jam?"

"There's a closing ceremony there. Sir Isaac and the star of "The Pretty Beggar" were all in attendance, and citizens were asking for autographs. Fans started queuing last night, and the traffic jam has been there for a long time. "The patrol officer showed the way.

The Emperor heard thunderous applause in the city center. The exhausting fury made him dizzy.

The soldiers at the front fought victorious, but struggled with hunger and plague. Non-combat attrition is extremely serious. So what are these people cheering, what are they celebrating?

The emperor's heart was like a trench of the Prussian army, burned into pitch-black charcoal.

"Guards!" shouted the Emperor with roaring eyes and round eyes, "open the way for me, rush into the city center, and smash the closing ceremony for me!"

The patrolman was stunned. He tried to say something, but the dwarf in military uniform was already furious, like a terrible devil. His long-suppressed anger finally returned

The veteran guards were ordered to assemble, open the way for the emperor, and go straight to the center of the city.

Panicked fans were driven out of a wide avenue by the mighty royal heavy cavalry, like the sea being slashed in two. Then, Xiao Qian, who was disgraced, stood on the stage of the closing ceremony, watching the angry and hideous emperor wearing a military uniform and approaching the stage single-handedly.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Qianzhang was at a loss and shouted in a low voice. She looked at the emperor, but she didn't see Isaac in the lead, smile and retreat, and walk away quietly.

Two rows of heavy cavalry stood on both sides of the aisle, forming a natural human wall, drawing their knives in the sea of citizens, staggering into a corridor of sharp blades. And the emperor angrily walked under the long corridor of swords, rushed straight to the stage, jumped up, and gave a rude order: "The closing ceremony is cancelled! Everyone, stop the assembly at once, resume normal traffic, and keep the road open! I order the disbandment, immediately!"

Xiao Qian was incredulous, and shouted with her skirt: "This closing ceremony is a legal commercial performance, what's in your way?

The emperor is angry. At this time, in his eyes, even Xiaoqian was a gold digger who was in the same stream.

"What's in my way?" the Emperor whispered, and suddenly burst into a roar of rage: "Blocking traffic for a day! Isn't it still a hindrance! Is it the fall of Frankfurt, or is it the surrender of Germany?

"The Fall of Frankfurt" instead caused a fan uproar. The delicate complaining voice buzzed into a loud noise: "Brother Andrew works so hard, why is he going to attack his hometown?"

The Emperor's eyes widened, unable to believe what he had heard. "Lao Tzu rushed to the front line in the open air, deducing the sand table day and night, in the end, he is not as likable as your little brother Andrew?" he almost spurted out of his throat with a mouthful of blood.

"What's my business if the front line loses!" Xiao Qian was annoyed, she knew that she had become a gas bag.

The emperor was so angry that his teeth trembled, and he stared at Xiao Qian for a second, and suddenly his right hand couldn't be restrained, and he slapped Xiao Qian in the face.

Xiao Qian was beaten and staggered back, tilting her head to cover her hot face, because she was caught off guard, so she was silent for a while. When she turned her head to look at the emperor, she didn't know what to say to him.

Because she saw the emperor's trembling lips, his cheeks were stained with tears, as if a cancer patient had heard the death sentence. The emperor looks ordinary, but this desperate heroic tear actually made Xiao Qian feel sad and sad about the death of the rabbit and the fox.

"What does it matter to you if you lose at the front?" The emperor raised his mouth and was dumbfounded for a second before he shouted hoarsely: "Yes, what does it matter to you to the soldiers who died in battle? What does it matter to you to the disabled veterans? What does it matter to you to those hungry workers, poor scholars, and bankrupt craftsmen? As long as you are carefree, let this nation rot, and let this society become mummies! If only you were happy!"

Xiao Qian's mouth was wide open, and she was speechless, and she saw that the Fran Great, whom she had supported with one hand, pressed her saber and shouted hoarsely: "It's a shame for the exit you asked! When men die in the suburbs, when Paris falls under the iron hoof! When your little German brothers occupy Paris with loaded guns, will you be ecstatic to satisfy them with your body? Who am I fighting for? No one asks in front of the general's grave, and the backyard flowers are still being sung across the river! Do you know who you worship?"

The emperor opened his round eyes, pointed at the petrified guests in the wind, and shouted hoarsely to the audience: "This Andrew, I can easily repay 100 million yuan when I start work! Even if a skilled worker gives me all-night processing, the high salary is only 30 francs! 10,000, 100,000 - no! A million skilled workers combined are not worth a single Andrew!" But without these 100,000 workers, 300,000 troops would have been slaughtered; without these 300,000 troops, the 100,000-meter wall would have collapsed; without these 100,000-meter walls, you would have had to spend effort learning German pronunciation! Didn't you notice? You willingly offered Andrew the money for a few hundred chariots, but what did he teach you? He advised you to love Frankfurt? He tricked you into loving your enemies! Is such a deformed Paris worthy of winning the war? No, if it triumphs over the united Germany, it will be the most incredible phenomenon of the century!"

Andrew's face was like white paper, his five fingers were cold, and he sat down in the guest seat. He looked around for a backer, only to find Isaac standing behind him, gently stroking his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, I created this market with my own hands. Work for me, and you'll be safe. The Minister of Entertainment murmured softly, as if an evil god was whispering.