I Will Be The Crowned King

"This is a letter sent directly by the Beluga Port Council to the Austalia Palace. Because it was sent at the same time as the last letter, it arrived a few days late and was accidentally delivered to the Franz Palace."

Looking at Miss Sophia, who was so excited that she couldn't bear it for even a minute, the little maid holding the letterhead had to explain: "Angelica is waiting for the royal messenger to come - according to the regulations, only high-level letters are sent to the royal palace. Only members of the royal family and the Privy Council are eligible..."

"But this is a letter from Beluga Port, right?" Before the little maid could finish speaking, Sophia directly raised her hand to interrupt.

Feeling her burning gaze, Angelica, who swallowed her throat, began to dodge her gaze: "Well... it's true... so..."

"Ah, then there's no problem." Sophia smiled brightly:

"Of course, the letter sent to the royal palace must be read by His Majesty himself, but as His Majesty's minister, it is the duty to share the king's worries on the issue of the colony, and of course, I am qualified to read the letterhead presented by Beluga Port in advance - no way, who Let me be the Colonial Governor appointed by His Majesty himself?"

"The Honorary Governor..." Angelica, who lowered her head, muttered softly.

"what?"

Sophia raised her eyebrows, still smiling.

"It's nothing!" The little maid replied quickly, taking a half step back like a scared little squirrel, holding the letter in her arms, her eyes swaying quickly from side to side:

"I mean...why can't you wait for Lord Luther to come back, or enter the palace with the royal messenger, Your Majesty will definitely not refuse you!"

"Father also has to go to church to deal with the affairs piled up during the New Year's holiday. He won't be here tonight."

Sophia spoke slowly, her expression a little colder: "As for Your Majesty... Yes, Carlos will definitely not reject me, but I hate listening to the voice of that melancholy mother and boy, he is more suitable for a private club than a king. A chiropractor to help older people with insomnia."

"Huh?!" The little maid's smile froze: "Miss Sophia, if you describe Your Majesty in this way, will it be a bit too..."

"Give me the letter."

Sophia with a cold face stretched out her hand.

Angelica did not hesitate and handed the letter to her hand obediently.

The girl's expression finally softened slightly, she patted the little maid on the shoulder, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

"Miss Sophia, I still don't understand."

Back in the living room, the little maid couldn't help but said while making coffee, "I mean... I know that the Stormmaster is an important investment for you, but even when you were in Han soil, you never interfered with Colonel Anson Bach. How to command the army—well, except for the one at Isir's court."

"It's very simple, because the situation is different."

Leaning lazily on the soft sofa, Sophia, with a hint of weariness in her eyes, played with a sterling silver letter-opening knife. The mirror-like blade reflected the faint smile on her lips:

"I thought my father's exile of Anson Bach and my storm division into the colony was a punishment for my actions in the past - of course it was - but the important thing is that I found that this can be the key to my comeback. !"

"Did you know that a quarter of all Clovis factories have a quarter of their steel and coal imported directly or indirectly through Beluga Harbor? Through the colony's supply of cheap raw materials, Clovis was able to secure the last military command of the Empire. The advantage is that it can even continue to build railways and export arms to neighboring countries."

"Therefore, whether it is investment immigration, opening a factory in Beluga Port or expanding raw material production, it is a very profitable project, each of which has a predictable high return."

"Of course that **** can see such an obvious thing, so he started the layout early and successfully attracted investment." Sophia's expression suddenly became complicated, and the right hand holding the knife began to exert a little force:

"However, he was able to win over both the Rune and the Cecil family at the same time, which I never imagined; that **** has always been able to deceive other people's feelings and pretend loyalty - of course, his loyalty to me is absolutely sincere. Yes, absolutely!"

Angelica, who pursed her lips tightly, brought the coffee to Sophia, carefully avoiding her gaze, and at the same time burying all the complaints she wanted to say in her heart.

"With the financial support of Rune and the Cecil family, it has indeed made it more difficult for me to re-tighten the reins on this guy." Sophia frowned slightly, her fair face a little grim:

"But it doesn't matter, because I like challenges - rather, it is because of the contrast that the **** can understand who he should really be loyal to."

"The most important thing is that it won't take long for the development of the colony to encounter a bottleneck, because he lacks one of the most important things." Sophia raised her mouth and looked at the little maid who was desperately reducing her sense of existence:

"Do you know what that is?"

"What?" Angelica, who was caught, turned around while holding the corner of her skirt, her stiff face filled with a curious smile that she desperately squeezed out.

"That's investment." Sophia smiled meaningfully:

"More precisely, it is to provide risk guarantees for those investments, as well as the ability to actually realize real cash."

That's right, only this is Anson Bach, a small army officer, who can't get it no matter what.

He can win over a wealthy family like Rune or Cecil to invest, he can mobilize the army to complete the internal affairs construction for him that originally required extremely high costs, and he can coerce and lure the Beluga Port into his own hands... But he can't attract More investors are voluntarily pouring money into ports on the edge of the world.

Even if Ansen Bach used a series of means to increase the production of raw materials, the total demand in the market for a certain period of time will remain unchanged, and the currency will not immediately increase due to the increase in commodities.

The result of rashly increasing production is the accumulation of goods and the sharp depreciation of the value. Not only can we not be rich by increasing production, but the more ore dug out, the poorer the Beluga Port will be!

In order to solve this problem, Anson, who was "fighting alone", had to buy all the ore that increased production by himself to stabilize the price. He hoped that the market would expand in the coming year and then made a big bet.

But this practice is actually drinking poison to quench thirst, because the result of underpricing is to give false confidence to the market, making mine owners mistakenly believe that there is a bottom line in production; To invest and participate in the whole trade, buy the iron ore and coal that are constantly being produced.

And this requires a force to come forward to provide market confidence and absolute risk protection for these businessmen, so that funds can be more smoothly connected between the old and new continents, and use a steady stream of old world commodities and funds to hedge the new world's increased production of raw materials , to stabilize market prices.

"That is to say, Beluga Port needs a bank, a bank that can provide sufficient credibility, be good at stimulating investment and stimulating trade, and make trade between the old and new worlds more convenient." Sophia casually said:

"Through this awarding banquet, I have talked with several senior deacons of the Royal Bank, and they also believe that with the development of the colony, opening a bank in a trading center like Beluga Harbour will boost the kingdom's economy and the local economy. Development is very beneficial.”

"But in the banking industry, if you can't make a big splash at the beginning, it's easy to give others the illusion of being 'unprofessional' or 'not confident enough', so it's best to tie it up with some big events - such as The opening of new routes, the issuance of new currencies, the new industrial policies..."

"...The last time, the last time, it must be an important person with a certain weight as the ribbon-cutting guest."

The corners of Sophia's mouth were raised, and she gently cut the edge of the envelope with a knife: "So if I really can't find a chance, I plan to put the official opening time on the first time I tour the colony as a governor."

"Hey hey hey-!!!!"

The overly frightened little maid screamed directly, her big round eyes staring at the complacent girl: "Suo, Sophia, Miss, you...you, you, you...you plan to go to the colony?!"

"Of course I have this plan-I am the governor of the colony, inspecting the territory I am responsible for. Is there anything worth making a fuss about?"

Sophia put down the letter-opening knife, smiled and said indifferently: "Don't worry, this is a last resort. I don't want some **** to think that I care about him."

"Even if I have to do this, I will find other excuses and reasons, such as accompany the royal family members on a cruise, etc.; when the time comes, there will be a fleet and royal guards escorting, so there is no need to worry about safety issues."

That's right, this is Miss Sophia's style... Angelica sighed in relief while pressing her bouncing chest.

"Before this, of course, we must do some serious research to confirm what kind of investment can most stimulate the economy of Beluga Port, or in other words, attract the attention of investors in Clovis City."

With her head raised slightly, Sophia began to read the letter sent by the Beluga Harbor Council with a reserved expression: "I have sent an excellent clerk to the Beluga Harbor to be responsible for recording the actual local situation in detail - after mastering these Before the information, I would not take it lightly."

Seeing the girl showing a familiar expression that she only showed when she was carefully calculating what to do, Angelica suddenly became curious about who the lucky gentleman was, who was so unlucky to be appointed by Miss Sophia. full of unfortunate work.

………………

In the inner city, the Central West Railway Station of the Royal Capital.

Following the crowded crowd, Draco Wilts walked towards the station with two suitcases in his hands. His muddy trouser legs and dusty coat made him look like a loach in a fish pond. , leaving countless "traces" while traveling left and right in the crowd.

Thirty minutes later, the third-rate novelist who finally squeezed into the platform stopped, threw the suitcase on the ground with a "Bang!", took off his hat panting, revealing a messy red hair that was incomparably conspicuous in the crowd :

"Well, let's send it here, okay?"

Out of breath, he turned his head, Draco said to his companion behind him.

"I originally wanted to say that at least I should be put in the car, but..." Carin Jacques glanced at the suitcase on the ground distressedly, and pouted a little helplessly:

"Looks like this is your limit... Okay."

Draco finally let out a long breath, and with trembling hands, he took out a cigarette case and matches from his jacket pocket; just as he was about to take one and put it in his mouth, he stopped under the "hinting" gaze on the opposite side.

"...This is a hand-rolled cigarette from Frederick Street, it's very expensive."

"So what? I'm going to the icy colony soon. Who knows what kind of tobacco the pubs in that place sell." Carin Jacques rolled his eyes:

"As a close friend--or a close friend who doesn't pay for a friend's house--isn't it a good thing to say goodbye before saying goodbye?"

"I remember that I was there to thank you, and I helped you with your luggage along the way, and I even paid for the taxi fare at the station." Draco said innocently:

"And I remember that someone said that he could rent the house to me without paying any rent, right?!"

"You are absolutely right, but I regret it now." Carin Jacques stared straight at the obviously expensive cigarette case in his hand:

"A hand-rolled cigarette from Friedrichstraße plus some to hand over - thank me, you can't find such cheap rent even in the outer city!"

"That's a big thank you..."

Helpless, Draco had to order one and stuff it into his mouth. Watching the other party's puff of smoke, he enjoyed it very much. He put the cigarette case back in his pocket with blood in his heart.

"So how long will it take to go to Beluga Port this time?"

"I don't know, and to be honest, I don't want to know." Carin Jacques, biting a cigarette, looked depressed:

"As soon as I think of meeting Anson Bach again, I have the urge to die at sea - even if I get caught by a pirate as a hostage, it is ten thousand times stronger than this."

"At least you still have money." Draco comforted casually, and then noticed that the two had been standing on the platform for a long time:

"By the way, why did you get on the bus, aren't you afraid of missing the stop?"

"No, we actually came half an hour earlier, and I'm still waiting for someone."

"Who?"

"My brother David, the illustrator who became famous recently, he... ah, here he is!"

Before he finished speaking, Carin Jacques suddenly lit up, and hurriedly waved at the novelist's back.

Draco turned his head to look, and soon found that a figure was also desperately raising his waving right hand, trying his best to squeeze towards this side in the crowd.

He wears a black peaked cap, neat and well-fitting jacket and shirt, which is completely unlike the style that a civilian painter of this age can afford; in terms of body and appearance, he is very similar to the "best friend" behind him~www.wuxiaspot. com~ just looks brighter and more immature.

Draco was about to move away, but he didn't expect the other party to come towards him, and before he could speak, he stretched out his right hand: "You are the famous detective novelist, Mr. Draco Wilters, right?"

"Uh... yes." Looking at the other person's burning eyes and the same confused expression behind him, Draco could only smile reluctantly:

"you know me?"

"I don't know it at all—I haven't even heard of it!" David Jacques, with a sunny face, said with a straightforward smile:

"But I saw that you and my brother had a good chat, so I can roughly guess it."

Feeling that the gaze behind him changed from confusion to ridicule, Draco, who was already used to it, just chuckled:

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that someone entrusted me to hand you a letter and a ticket - the owner of the letter is the Rune family, inviting you to go to Beluga Harbor to be the editor-in-chief of a new newspaper."

David Jacques said, handing the letter in his arms to the novelist who gradually lost his smile: "Oh, we are still in the same compartment of the same car!"

"……What?"

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