Blackstone Code

"Your Majesty, Lynch revealed some army equipment at the salon that we have not yet found out, as well as some related parameters..."

I am watching the opera brought back from the Federation, Tape, playing in the auditorium.

There is a small music hall in the palace, dedicated to serving His Majesty the Emperor, for example when he wants to take a short break to relieve fatigue.

At this time, he was getting excited. This time Gaevra's cultural exchange group showed enough contempt for everything in the Federation. In the words of the group leader, "The culture of the Bayler Federation is like cow shit and cannot stand." stand up".

For the leader who is relatively cultured, he really can't stand the low-class people in the cultural world of the Federation.

Except for a very small number of artists who can be praised by people, there is not much artistic element in the works of others. They are either inexplicable narcissism or vulgar shit.

Among the many works that he found really intolerable, he randomly selected some works and bought the copyrights to publish them, and vowed never to go to the Federation for exchange visits again.

It is simply a desert of art!

In fact, what he said was not wrong. How could a group of exiles, fugitives, and descendants of criminals have the "artistic flavor" that Gevra said?

They are too far away from art, and this is precisely the biggest difference in the social forms of the two countries, and even the difference in national forms.

However, these imported works, which were looked down upon by the group leader, are exerting their power.

For example, His Majesty the Emperor likes the opera that is being played very much.

He didn't have the nerve to directly say that he wanted to watch a movie. Before that, his attitude and stance were very firm. He would never watch federal film and television works. He believed that those things would make people corrupt and corrupt.

So he chose an opera. The libretto of this opera was written by the great librettist of Gevra. It was called "The Revenge of Hayne" or "The Revenge of Count Hayne". It tells the story of a count who was murdered but managed to escape. , a story of ultimate revenge.

In Gevra's version, the core of the opera lies in the count's wisdom. He uses his wisdom to deal with many enemies, and finally uses a similar method of provocation to make his enemies attack each other, and they are defeated miserably. This regained power.

Many people think this is a very classic opera. The aristocratic image in the opera is very plump, cunning, cunning, and full of wisdom. Even the villain is full of charisma. It is a rare masterpiece.

As for the federal version... it is much more unrestrained.

In the federal version of "Hain's Revenge", Earl Hain does not use wisdom like Gaevra's Earl Hain, he uses a muscle stick.

From the moment he escaped from the dungeon, he showed unparalleled personal ability and bravery. Of course, he also had some wisdom, but more importantly, he was brave.

There is nothing thrilling about dancing on a tightrope. The whole process is an alternative heroism of fighting violence with violence.

In fact, some people in the Federation have complained about this. If Earl Hain is so strong, he will not be overpowered by a few bad guys without weapons and take away his title.

But this cannot stop people's enthusiasm for it, just like His Majesty the Emperor at this time, who is very excited about it.

Whenever Earl Hain defeated his enemy cleanly and took a step closer to victory, he felt a burst of contented happiness from the bottom of his heart.

There is no need to use your brain, just keep being happy like this. The script has been revised well. It would be even better if no one disturbs him.

The player stopped just in time, and dim lights came on in the screening room, which would not make it difficult to see, but would not hurt His Majesty's eyes, which had adapted to the darkness.

"The things he said may just be big words. Lynch is an excellent businessman, and big words are the nature of businessmen."

His Majesty the Emperor said this with some disdain in his tone. In fact, this was not his original intention, it was just that the content of the opera affected him.

He quickly calmed down and asked, "Find a professional to record it and ask the military industry whether these data are fabricated or have some basis."

The visitor bent down again, "We have reviewed it, and most of it is in line with the engineers' inferences. They think these data are likely to be true."

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes flashed, he stood up and took a few steps back and forth, "Place some more people in, and be sure to remember every word."

"In addition, contact the lurkers at Bayler and ask them to move a little bit. You don't need to move all of them. Choose a few of them. I want to know the authenticity of these data!"

His Majesty the Emperor does not blindly choose to believe or not believe it completely, he needs verification.

Mr. Trueman and their strategy were successful. The biggest problem for Gefra right now is actually not their navy, but their army.

In every war, because the army was unreliable, it had to give up the advantages previously gained through the navy. The country has unified its thinking and must give the navy combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

If Amelia's motherland was not a coastal country, they might not even be able to take Amelia.

Every time the military resistance in a place was defeated, the army could not hold on for a few days before being driven back, so that the fight was in vain!

If the army could play a little role, I am afraid that Gefra's territory would have expanded countless times by now.

There are not many ways to change the current situation of the Army. One is to completely crush the opponent in terms of armaments and reduce the proportion of personal military quality in the war.

Another way is to strengthen and train individuals so that the army can exert the power it should have.

The latter is difficult, but the former can be considered.

There is a secret plan in Gaevra, which is a major overhaul of the army's armaments.

Now some federal armament parameters have been revealed, giving engineers great reference value. Especially through these parameters, engineers can infer the combat effectiveness of the federal army.

This will be of great value to the next war that may break out. At least they can have a general understanding of the combat effectiveness of the federal army and avoid running into it head-on.

"Those wastes are not completely useless..." There was a smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth. He sat down again and "pay close attention." He raised his hand, the lights dimmed, and the plot on the screen once again Push it up.

The news that Lynch had started a major discussion about the army because of his quarrel with the nobles in the Privy Council quickly spread among the noble circles, and some nobles who did not come also came over specially.

The aristocracy, a group that relies on the national system to suck blood, often appears in the minds of the people with a negative image, but sometimes, they are not entirely negative.

At least in terms of patriotism, they are more patriotic than ordinary people. If the country is not strong enough, they will not live well.

Only when the country becomes stronger can they continue to dominate.

This incident naturally triggered some unexpected situations. For example, a federal spy lurking in the imperial capital also learned about the news.

"Boss, I have something to do and I want to take leave..." An employee working in a cafe not far from the palace suddenly proposed the idea of ​​taking leave.

The boss frowned and asked, "Is there any reason why you have to leave?"

The young man's face was a little shy, "I plan to pick up my girlfriend from get off work..." The boss's face was already a little unhappy. He didn't think that coaxing his girlfriend was more important than work.

But then the young man said, "I plan to propose to her today!"

The boss's expression immediately relaxed. He looked at the young man, smiled with his lips pursed, and then nodded, "Okay, by the way, do you need an advance salary?"

The young man shook his head, thanked the boss for his generosity, quickly changed his clothes and left.

From the moment he left the cafe, the expression of expectation and anxiety on his face gradually cooled down, leaving only a deep, deep hidden anger.

There is a traitor among us!

When he was thinking about these things in his mind, he was suddenly bumped by someone, and subconsciously he put his hands into his arms. This was an instinct.

He staggered forward a few steps and turned around with an apologetic look on his face. It was the same young man. His eyes were a little special, the proportions of his pupils were wrong and they were a little dilated.

The man subconsciously hugged the briefcase in his hand, which had the label "Ledu Daily Editorial Department" written on it.

Ledu Daily is a local third-rate tabloid that specializes in introducing call girls. It has a certain circulation, but its grade is very low.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you.", the young man tried further to make sure that the other party was not here to test him.

He even took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand as if to touch the young man who might be the newspaper clerk.

The young man who was hit took a few steps back, and the document bag in his arms was wrapped tighter.

"No, it's okay. I didn't notice you either. Are you okay?"

It was very hypocritical and perfunctory, both of them seemed to want to leave quickly.

The young man nodded, turned around, focused on his surroundings, and left quickly.

The young man from the newspaper office turned around and ran away again.

If the young man paid a little more attention, he would definitely find that this young man from the newspaper office had a fishy smell, the smell of blood.

The young man from the newspaper office ran into the newspaper office out of breath. All eyes in the newspaper office were focused on him at this moment.

"Big...big news, shocking news, we are going to be famous!" He waved the briefcase in his hand, took a breath, and rushed into the editor's office.

The editor-in-chief is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing round glasses, with a mustache and a very traditional cultural atmosphere.

He was holding a cup of minced scented tea that cost fifteen yuan a pound in his hand, and he was tasting it carefully.

Seeing the young man from the newspaper office rushing in, he did not show any displeasure. He just raised his eyes and squinted, "Why is the good news so powerful?"

The young man at the newspaper office took a few breaths again, his face flushed with excitement, "Evidence that Yuan Rong Capital is suspected of fraud!"

For a moment, the editor stood up, and the flower tea wet his well-maintained beard, but at this time he didn't care at all.

All he knew was that the newspaper was going to become famous!