Chapter 1341

Chapter 1341

My Empire Chapter 1341

2021-01-09

Chapter 1341 1343 Businessman who was about to go bankrupt

A shriveled palm unscrewed the cap of a beautifully packaged bottle of Bonin, Then pour the crystal clear and near-transparent liquid inside into a bright glass that reflects light.

The ice cubes in the glass began to slowly melt under the soaking of the wine, and then floated a little bit with the pale-yellow wine, collided with each other, and made a nice clanging sound.

The shriveled hand, with the gemstone ring, grabbed the glass and poured the drink into the same shriveled lips.

This is a lonely man, sitting in his office, a pair of spiritless eyes, looking at the dusty financial statements in the office.

In the corner of the office, there is also a huge planetary apparatus, which is the star of Alanhill, the capital of the Alanhill interstellar empire, and the sacred and inviolable royal city.

"Father..." A youngster walked into the office, saw the wine bottles scattered on the desk, and cried out in distress.

"I get it...I get it..." The middle-aged man's hair was grey, he raised his eyes and glanced at his son, then grabbed the wine bottle again and put it in his glass. Drinks were poured into the glass.

"father! You can't drink anymore!" Youngster tried to grab the bottle, but couldn't. He opened his mouth to persuade, but his father poured the glass of wine into his mouth when he opened his mouth.

"At most, three days at the most, we're going to be bankrupt! Besides drinking, what else could make me forget this fact?" The middle age person laughed bitterly, and grabbed the bottle again.

"You gotta cheer up! father! There's always... there's always a chance!" The youngster picked up a production report from the floor and put it back on the table.

"Chance? Hope planet 2 is hell! It's hell for us! It's hell! No terrifying rare beasts there! No mighty magicians! The air is sweet there! There are lambs to be slaughtered everywhere..." The middle age person glanced at last year's report with disdain, and then looked away unnaturally.

Once, he also had his glorious moments. Five years ago, his factory was in continuous production everyday all. At that time, he could describe it as a day of gold.

However, three years ago, the factory he expanded had to start to cut production. The fully automatic production line he invested in did not even have one third operating rate.

How can this be done? After all, he has no way to force others to buy the things he produces, all of which are impossible.

The only hope that can save him is Planet 2... As long as his products are needed there, he can turn over, he can get a chance to breathe, and he can control his own destiny again .

It is a pity that there is no hope for him on Planet Hope 2. His factory has been completely shut down more than a month ago, and he can only wait helplessly, waiting for the arrival of the last moment.

He looked at the melting ice cubes in the wine glass, and said lonely: "For those real estate developers, there is heaven! They like it there, and for us there... it is... ...Destroy the Devil's Land, our last hope!"

Having said this, his eyes turned red, and his palms clenched the glass that reflected the light.

Falling into a state of hysteria, he began to shout maniacally: "Why are they so weak? Why are they so weak even to resist? Aren't they ashamed? Ashamed of themselves being slaughtered by others! "

"Father! You're drinking too much!" Youngster pressed his father's shoulders and said persuaded: "You haven't had a good rest for days... go home! Get a good night's sleep." , you'll feel better."

"Damn it! Three years! Three years without a decent war! Have those imperial generals fallen? Look at their stomachs, and wine What's the difference between the barrels?" Pushing aside his son, the desperate middle age person filled his glass with Bonin again.

It's a cheap ale that is normally only drunk by workers. In this not-so-prosperous planet, it's just a cheap drink. Because food is too abundant, the price of this drink is also very low, even in this "place where birds don't shit".

"War! War! Why...why do you want a real war not to break out on planet 2?" He poured the wine into his mouth again, and the middle age person laughed wildly He stood up and made a gesture of opening his arms: "I put everything here! But, but this place is over! It's over!"

This is a not prosperous planet, The population is only over 10 million. The only benefit of opening a factory here is cost control.

Because the land here is cheap and the price of raw materials is relatively low, it is close to two resource planets, and a large amount of copper can be easily obtained.

Of course, there is another reason that because of the industrial transformation of Ailan Sirius, he sold related equipment cheaply-he bought hundreds of equipments, which were originally very expensive, but It was very cheap when he bought it.

As a result, he, who wanted to make a big deal, only realized two years ago why these devices are so cheap-because, they will not come in handy for a long time.

The officials who sold the equipment did not lie to him. The other party told him frankly that for the long-term development of the empire, the people's livelihood and economy would be given priority in the future.

But at that time, he obviously did not want to believe such a statement. Those big arms dealers made a lot of money, and of course he wanted to join in and get a piece of the pie...

So he bought land on this planet, built factories, and then established a huge scale. munitions factory.

At its peak, his factory generated nearly one-tenth of the planet's tax revenue. But that's all in the past, because now, his factory hasn't turned on those huge machines for over a month.

There is no way, because the Empire has not had foreign wars for three years, Demon Race has completely acknowledged allegiance, and Elf Race and Dragon Clan have also been included.

Looking around, the entire universe seems to have no enemies. Although the Empire is still developing its armaments, it clearly focuses on the emerging space fleet.

Most of the traditional weapons have been preserved, because there is no motivation for elimination without war.

The T-72 tank is still in service in the army, as is the Type 99 main battle tank. In addition to purchasing power armor, the ground troops do not have many new equipment update plans. Even the ammunition produced by his factory is only a small order.

(end of this chapter)