Chapter 227: Wealth moves people's hearts
Just when the pandas and the others were mad about Jinshan, in the palace of Thrace, someone was discussing the money.
"After verification, the profits of the Edward Family Chamber of Commerce during this period, after deducting the previous loan from James Edward's mortgage on the property, should have a profit of more than 2 million gold coins." A thin old man with a goatee reported.
His attitude was very calm, as if the millions of gold coins were just an irrelevant number, and he was unmoved by it.
Instead, the blond, broad-nosed, and extremely majestic-looking young man sitting in front of him changed his expression and hurriedly asked, "Are you sure?"
"Sure."
The majestic man frowned and remained silent.
The old man with the goatee didn't ask, just stood there and waited silently.
After a long time, the majestic man said slowly: "The Edward family was originally a collateral line of our Thrace. As a member of the Edward family, James should return to Thrace."
The old man nodded.
"Since he has returned, he is a member of the royal family. I cannot forcibly levy the wealth of the royal family."
The old man nodded.
"But... what's the use of him wanting these millions?" The majestic man's tone changed, and he said unhappily, "No matter how much money he spends, he won't spend that many millions in a lifetime. Unless he trains the army to rebel, otherwise You can't spend that much money!"
The old man nodded.
He was like a robot, expressionless, just nodding silently.
The later famous imperial prime minister Leopold looked like this almost all year round. So much so that there are rumors among the people that he is not actually a human, but a golem dressed as a human.
The one who is qualified to sit by himself and let him answer while standing is naturally the future emperor of the empire, "The Lion of Thrace" Richard Thrace.
After Richard said to himself, he frowned again, sullen.
As a king who wants to make achievements, he understands the truth that "the strong must restrain themselves". But knowing is one thing, being able to do it is another.
What's more, in the face of a huge sum of two million gold coins, what reason is there to stand? What principles are worth upholding?
If this money is put on earth, in terms of social status, it is almost equivalent to the annual budget of the third and fourth countries in the world. The budget of these two countries is 963.7 billion US dollars and 361.5 billion US dollars. . Not to mention the former number, even the latter number is enough for anyone to betray their integrity - such as the heads of several major powers in the world, they often swallow their words back, and they may not be able to get such a big benefit. Woolen cloth!
Taking a step back, regardless of social status, if only the price of gold is considered, assuming that the weights and measures of this world are connected to the earth, and converting gold coins into gold, two million gold coins are at least more than 500 million US dollars, even if these gold coins are not pure enough, the price Half diving, that's 250 million.
cash.
At $250 million, there are only a handful of people in the world whose price of integrity can be higher than this price.
It's really "a handful". The left hand bends and stretches to count as one place, and the right hand bends and stretches to count as ten place. It should be enough to count all the people who can't be bought at this price.
What's more, what Richard wants to do is not to completely break the lower limit. To **** it once for two million is simply a matter of course for this world's aristocratic circle.
It's better to say... If you have such an opportunity, but don't do it, it's probably a problem with your brain.
Of course Richard's brain was fine.
So after muttering for a long time, he finally made up his mind.
"He's still in business, right?" he asked.
The Prime Minister nodded.
"His debt is paid off, right?"
The Prime Minister nodded.
"Then even without the two million, he will continue to make money, and he will make a lot of money, right?"
The Prime Minister nodded.
"How much do you think he can earn?"
The prime minister replied with a blank face: "It's impossible to estimate."
"Can't it be calculated from the amount of raw materials he buys?"
"The success rate of enchanting cannot be estimated." The prime minister replied.
"According to the success rate of the enchanting of ordinary alchemists?"
"Then he won't make two million."
Richard choked, and after a while, asked, "How much can he earn based on that success rate?"
"Less than one and a half million."
"In other words, the alchemists he found have a higher success rate than normal?" Richard asked with interest, "How much do you think it might be?"
"Unable to estimate."
"...You are really a bit boring." Richard sighed and said, "According to this, his business may end at any time?"
The Prime Minister nodded.
"Then...you go tomorrow." Richard said, "If he is willing to hand over the account book, I will leave him 10%; otherwise, it is two million."
The prime minister still nodded, expressionless.
After he left, King Richard sat in the study and was silent for a long time before asking, "What do you think about this?"
The guard who had been standing beside him, but said nothing like a statue finally spoke up, and said in a tone that made people feel like they needed to drink to keep warm: "James will betray you, and he will put it into practice. ."
Richard was not surprised, he was silent for a while, and said, "This is also a matter of course. If it is me, whoever steals two million from me, I will try my best to kill him!"
"So let him die."
This time, Richard was silent for a long time, and finally said: "The ancestors of the Edward family saved the king's life."
"Even if he saves your life, that doesn't allow him to be a Thracian threat."
"Doing this... is a loss of identity."
"Identity is also a part of interests. The king only needs interests."
"Heinrich, sometimes I often feel that you are very similar to Leopold. Is he really not your descendant?"
"I have no children."
"Why don't you leave some heirs? If you don't think there is a suitable woman, I can use the power of the entire Thrace to help you find it."
"Lucifer suggested this way back then, but I don't think it's necessary."
"why?"
"Emotions will only make my sword not fast enough, not cold enough."
Richard sighed: "You are really a pure person! Sometimes I feel that you are no longer a person, but a sword."
"If you can become a sword, there is nothing wrong." The man with the name of "Ice Sword Saint" replied with a cold tone that never changes, "A sword can exist for thousands of years, but the strong can only live. Hundreds of years."
"Could it be that you feel like you are getting old?" Richard frowned and asked worriedly, "I remember that you received the blessing from the king of elves, and you will not get old until you die..."
"You think too much." Heinrich replied, "I'm just sighing - I got news not long ago that the Elf King passed away."
"Ah? Who was killed?"
"Old and dead, he has lived for twelve hundred years."
Richard breathed a sigh of relief, and looked envious again: "I really envy him! If only I could live that long."
"Living for too long will make people's ambitions wither and gradually become an old man who pursues stability."
Richard laughed: "That's not good! Without ambition, what's the point of my life? I'm a man who wants to control the whole world. Ambition is the whole of my life!"
"Under the whole world, could it be the king's land! My life is for this!"
His laughter was full of arrogance and domineering, and it came out of the study and echoed in the palace.
The guards and officials who heard this laughter all showed a look of awe, and many people's eyes even ignited the flame of worship.
Before long, many of them would gallop across the battlefield chanting the slogan "Under the world, is it the king's land", conquering land after land that did not belong to Thrace, and igniting the fires of war throughout the Western Continent.