The Empress’s Gigolo

Ren Baqian sat in the garden for a long time, with a thoughtful look, as if reminiscing the youth that had passed away, and the running under the setting sun.

"I'm not in a good mood?" The Emperor cared about him for a moment, and asked softly. The voice was soft. If it was normal, Ren Baqian would climb up the pole. But at this time I was pretending to be something, but I didn't care too much.

"I'm not in a bad mood." Ren Baqian sorted out his mood and sat up straight. "In fact, what they said is correct is to let those people work and give them freedom. No need to pay them . "

The empress faintly "Oh", continued to look at him, and seemed to want to see his inner thoughts.

Could it be given up so quickly? If so, it would disappoint her.

No matter whether it is right or wrong, you have to stick to your own way. The moment you see the fruits and flowers, the fruit is bitter or sweet.

Just as she chose eight thousand as her husband-in-law, she would not easily regret it even without the subsequent events.

According to the words of the earth, even the road you choose will kneel and you will have to go.

"But they say one less thing." Ren Baqian raised the volume a little.

"After eight years of those people, many people have become experts in the construction and road construction industries.

In the coming decades, Dayao will not need a small number of craftsmen. Especially for cement buildings, it is difficult to find such a group of skilled craftsmen in a short time.

It's a shame these people just let go.

If they do not give them hope, then they will certainly not put their minds on it, lack subjective initiative, or even become a walking dead. And we ca n’t do that forever. After swallowing the Cloud Kingdom, the Cloud Kingdom became part of the Great Yao, and the Cloud Kingdom people are also His Majesty's people. Blind means of force are not a good choice.

It is always more appropriate to rule such a large area of ​​land, to rule multiple peoples, and to sit down with a benevolent Mingjun than a tyrant.

If they could become civilians after eight years, as they had previously agreed, then they would certainly not stay. Even if there is nowhere to go, you will choose to return to your hometown. The captive camp has become one of the worst memories of their life.

The reason why I want to pay them wages is based on this. I use them more as craftsmen than as captives.

Let them not have too much resentment, beloved by His Majesty, and treat these things as a kind of livelihood work. Even if they are free, then under the change of mindset, some people will stay, even some who leave. There is not much disgust in my heart when I have no choice but to walk and re-do this business. "

"Oh!" The Empress nodded thoughtfully.

"At the same time, Da Yao needs more than 100,000 captives, maybe hundreds of thousands, or even millions. So many people, if they return home and return to society at that time, will be calm. The Yun country area that came down soon caused some impact.

You must know that these people have nothing, and some people will definitely take risks at that time, which is not conducive to rule.

Therefore, leaving these people can not only leave a lot of labor, but also divert the crowd, which will reduce the impact. "

"Oh!" The Empress continued to nod thoughtfully.

Something Ren Baqian said was something she hadn't considered. After all, letting them plunder a region is easy, and it is completely inexperienced to rule a region full of foreign races.

Or we can't say that they have no experience at all. Their only experience is to drive all the Lao people's remnants into the sky, and then keep the only exit and let them die.

"When the time comes, no force is needed, and it will not be easy for these people to stay!" Ren Baqian sighed.

The Empress continued to nod thoughtfully.

Although it is easiest to use a knife holder around your neck, it is not the best.

"I'll go back a while and find a loudspeaker, louder than my voice?" Ren Baqian hummed. I can be so big that you doubt life.

The voices of the people in North Korea are not small, and the voice of a person can reach the whistle of a large truck, which is also a talented skill of the ancient people. Ren Baqian estimates that Tong Zhenye's voice can reach at least about 100 decibels.

But it doesn't matter, I have a 130 decibel, a loudspeaker equivalent to the sound of an airplane taking off, enough to make you doubt your life.

The empress looked at the fighting spirit of Ren Baqianyi, and after thinking for a while, she didn't tell him that the fist was the boss.

I will tell them that the boss is the boss.

Ren Baqian hurried back to the earth in the afternoon.

"The business license has been set up, the company has been set up, and the address has been selected, all are here. In addition, you suddenly threw me so many things, processing money?" Shen Feng will be a stack of documents still in the office of eight thousand On the table in front.

Sitting there looking at Ren Baqian looking at the documents, looking at Ren Baqian's face temperament, it was getting more and more fierce, and it seemed a little closer to those guys with muscles in their heads.

What Ren Baqin had in his hand was the previous plan to set up a martial arts hall. It was one month in Da Yao time and three months in Earth time. This plan has been on the fast track and is fully underway.

Ren Baqian has high expectations for this plan. In his opinion, it is more important than the pharmaceutical company, and it is even not comparable at all.

Although martial arts is now declining, sooner or later the cultivation method will be announced ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At that time, the world will undergo great changes, and the value of advanced martial arts will reach the maximum.

We must know that cultivation is the direction of human evolution, and it can prolong human life. For rich people, the value is much greater than foreign objects. When the cultivation method was announced, the cognition of the entire world suddenly changed. At that time, every senior warrior would become a fragrant scrambled by the rich, even as a personal trainer.

Not to mention that when there are many high-level warriors in the world, it is very difficult for ordinary people to face warriors with muskets. At that time, the rich need to recruit high-level warriors for their own safety.

The training time for senior martial arts is extremely long, and it cannot be cultivated overnight, nor can it be easily cultivated by ordinary forces.

If at that time one-third or even half of the senior martial arts were from their own martial arts, the value of this network alone would be difficult to estimate, let alone the martial arts' reputation and potential strength.

Although these students are only disciples, don't forget that these people are cultivated from the martial arts. Regardless of their friendship and status, Ren Baqian has the secrets of the land and the gods. A further ladder, no matter what, they cannot leave their relationship with the Martial Art Museum.