Azeroth’s Death Track

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New Stormwind City, the 13th day after the affirmative action bill was issued.

Varian frowned and sat in his chair. The robes he wore had been ripped open. On the edge of the purple robe, there were bloodstaining shocking.

Of course, this is not the blood of His Majesty the King.

At the edge of Varian's desk, a corpse with a broken neck was lying there, several guards were cleaning up some scattered rooms with his hands and feet, and Master Shaw, the leader of the MI7, frowned. Looking closely at the alien dagger in his hand, this thing is the disguised assassin used to assassinate the majesty of the king.

But obviously, this assassin, like his employer, underestimated Varian’s magical fighting skills. The king who was assassinated was not injured, and the assassin lost it less than 5 seconds after starting. Your own life.

"This is the first assassination this month?"

Once again, Varian let the attendants put on new robe for himself, picked up a cup of tea again and asked:

"How many people have you caught?"

Faced with the question from His Majesty the King, Shore's eyes blinked:

"There were 37 assassins arrested during the conspiracy stage and 16 people who were caught infiltrating the court. Those who actually entered your office, plus this unlucky egg, there are 5, it seems that you really freaked them out, mine Your Majesty... Even with this extremely influential method, they urgently need to get rid of you."

"But if my life was taken by the assassin so easily, I would be killed by a joke, Shore."

Varian leaned back in his chair. He stretched his body and rubbed his forehead. He whispered:

"However, those noblemen's hurried jumps over the wall show that our recent actions are useful. Shoal, they are afraid. This is actually a good thing. By the way, has the situation in several counties along the border improved?"

"Ok"

Master Assassin of MI7 installed the poisoned dagger. He nodded and said to his king in a serious tone:

"According to the return of our "eyes" among the civilian population, the first batch of tax collectors dispatched went smoothly, and the people who had been bullied by the villains for a long time were very willing to cooperate with the tax collectors. The land under investigation has been gradually reallocated to the displaced people who need it. In general, your reputation in the minds of the people at this time can almost match that of Emperor Lothar."

"No! I'm far from the adoptive father."

Varian shook his head. He didn't feel happy because of the flattery of his subordinates. Every time he saw the thick documents on the desk, he would feel a sense of urgency.

Varian is very clear that the current situation of stabilization within the Kingdom of Stormwind is not perfect. This "big event" he personally set off only slowly subsided on the surface, but in fact, whether it is domestic or foreign, there are The willing forces are lurking, and he only needs one mistake. The good situation in front of him may be completely overturned.

He must set up a new system of government in the kingdom in the shortest time, and before those activists act, stabilize the situation in the country.

At least let the free people stand firm on his side...

"Land redistribution, combating nobility remnants, and the issuance and implementation of new tax laws are the three most important things at the moment. Sholl, I know you don’t like the use of agents who protect people to carry out such secret police. Matters, but now I have too little power to trust."

Varian spoke to the Master Assassin in front of him in a gentle tone:

"You are the power I can rely on. I hope that you can cooperate with the Storm Council and complete these three things before the Dark Gate opens in 18 years."

Facing the king's "low stance", Shore did not hesitate for long. He nodded silently and left the king's office with the information he collected, one of the most trusted ministers of Varian. , Shore knew the pressure on the king this time, so he didn't block Varian anymore.

Just after Shore left, the new Minister of Industrial Affairs of the Storm Kingdom, Mekkatorque, dressed in black and white, took a document and Shi Shiran walked into the king’s office with a hint of blood, this The gnome sat dexterously on the high-back chair, and then handed the file in his hand to Varian.

"Your Majesty, this is what I spent a week on making the Industrial Plan for the Dark Portal for 18 years."

The dwarf clung proudly to his white beard, and he said to Varian who had opened the document:

"I know you are in a hurry, and I hope that your country will become an industrialized country overnight, but this is not in a hurry. Your Majesty Varian, this kind of thing must be done step by step, but if my plan can be carried out smoothly, Then in the next year, you will have a lot of free money in your treasury, which is the beginning of a country's economic development."

"Ok?"

Varian did not pay attention to the bragging of the gnome, he only frowned deeply when he only looked at the first page of the schedule:

"Mr. Mekkatorque, you said here that in the middle of 18 years, the Kingdom of Stormwind will build several small food factories and simple handicraft lines, but you did not understand..."

The king looked up, and he looked at the gnome in doubt:

"Who are these food and primary industrial products sold to?"

Varian had ten fingers, and he said to the gnome with regret:

"Mr. Mekkatorque, you may not understand the real standard of living of the people in my country. I can say that even if you put the handicraft products we produced, such as cloth, under the sign of "being cheaper than soil" My people will not necessarily buy it...you have to understand that this country has just got rid of the control of the greedy people. My people have almost no decent property in their hands...they can’t afford such a thing at all."

"No! Varian, you are too little to see my wisdom!"

Mekkatorque adjusted his bow tie. He simply stood on the chair, propped on the table with one hand, and gestured to Varian:

"After I was rescued from you by the Federation, I knew what you wanted me to do for you... The industrialization of the Federation exploded in a terrible force within a few years, and the dark bladed unarmed armed with this force easily Has destroyed your empire, and you want to learn this kind of power. This is what I want to do. I want to complete the process of industrialization of a backward country in my dreams. I have been thinking about this problem for several years!"

"This!"

Mekkatorque pointed to his file and he said confidently:

"This is the final result I thought about! Let me explain it to you, Varian."

"First of all, your people are not without the desire to consume. My Majesty, the reason they do not consume is because they do not have enough money in their hands to satisfy their desire to consume, so they will feel unhappy, so proceed The first step in industrialization reform is to make your people feel better than before... In other words, you need to make money for them!"

"And the first food factories and handicraft lines that I opened are not the most profitable industries, but they are definitely one of the industries with the highest investment and profit. I recruit your people to enter the food factories and the assembly line to let them work from the land. Let them earn enough money to feed themselves, and once the capacity of the food factory's assembly line reaches scale, then only half of it can meet the daily needs of your citizens!"

"What about the other half?"

There was a trace of fine flash in the blue eyes of the dwarf who talked:

"The other half! It's profit. Varian. I have done many social surveys. In the barren land of Razor Heights, the wild boar civilization has to drive out many of its own people every year to ensure the tribal life. .. What they lack is enough food. The other half of our factory's production, or the remaining one-third of the production capacity, is prepared for the civilization of wild boar people who have not yet entered the complete national system."

"Well, it sounds reasonable."

Varian held his chin, and he asked:

"But they also have no money..."

"We don't need money! Genius!"

The gnome knocked on the table with some dissatisfaction:

"We need industrial supplies for the Razor Heights! Those ores, herbs, and other things, or simply the poor clanging boars themselves, after transporting them back, our handicraft line can be started, those mines There was also enough cheap boar man labor force on the farm, and then the produced goods were taken back and sold to those boar men again, or simply thrown to the hot sand consortium's goblins...they always have a way to sell these goods Go out."

"The main purpose of this two-way visit is not to make money, Varian, this is to create a blueprint for our country's manufacturing industry, let the domestic free trade flow, and industrialize this kind of thing. According to the experience of the Federation, if the country simply comes That’s very slow. You have to absorb private capital into this large-scale industrialization process. Once the first batch of businessmen are born among the people, then the domestic economy will be alive."

"If I have been inspired by years in the federal life, then I will tell you, Varian, the most important thing I learned there is: the development of technology is always the development of business. Linked together."

Mekkatorque described the relationship between industrialization and economic development to Varian the gladiator in as simple terms as possible. The gnome said dry mouth, and the very discerning waiter immediately brought herbal tea to the Minister of Industry. Varian thought about these things according to Mekkatorque's thinking. He was not stupid. After briefly understanding the meaning of the gnome, he rubbed his forehead and said to Mekkatorque:

"I probably understand what you mean, but the system before the Storm Kingdom didn't value the value of merchants, so there are few big merchants in my country. It's better... let's find goblins to cooperate first? Resha Consortium recently It seems that we are very interested in our industrial affairs. They have sent several waves of messengers."

"Cooperation? No! Varian!"

Mekkatorque snorted disdainfully:

"You’ve been scammed, Your Majesty, those goblins don’t want to cooperate with you at all, they just want to turn your country into a dumping place for their commercial products, and use some junk products to take away the last point in your people’s pockets. Money, believe me, Varian, maybe on the battlefield, 100 goblins are not your opponents, but when it comes to doing business, 100 you are tied together, nor a goblin opponent."

"However, in the early days of the reform of the Storm Kingdom, it was not impossible to cooperate with the goblins."

The gnome scratched his head, and the smooth scalp shone out of the window. After a moment, Mekkatorque moved his fingers. The cunning gnome said to Varian:

"The golden route of the South China Sea has always been in the hands of the goblins. If we can insert this route, it will definitely be very beneficial to China's economic development, so...you might as well tell those goblins.. ."

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In the evening, the Varians hosted business envoys from the Resha Consortium in their palace.

This was a private banquet for the king, and only invited several senators from the Storm Council, but the significance of this banquet was very significant. This represents that the royal family of the Storm Kingdom is likely to reach some verbal with the Resha Consortium. Agreement.

In this era, the oral agreement of a large noble can already solve many, many problems.

"I remember a few years ago, on the battlefield of the Great Desert of Silithus, I had just returned to Kalimdor."

After a crossover, Varian seemed to be a bit drunk, holding a glass of wine, and said to the green leather goblin businessman sitting opposite him:

"At that time I took my soldiers to trek through the desert, very hard, and then a soldier gave me a bottle of soda purchased in Gadgetzan, I still remember that wonderful taste."

Speaking of which, the king laughed:

"Northen Vogel sparkling water, that was the most delicious drink I had that year, Mr. Northen Vogel, I have to give you a drink because of this!"

Marin Northumferg, the big businessman who started with alchemy, was almost red at this moment. He stood politely on the chair and raised the wine glass to the king and queen. He said in a sharp voice:

"I personally also admire the heroic fighting posture of His Majesty Varian. You are definitely the most powerful hero and the most wise king of mankind. Because of this, the Resha Consortium absolutely spends a lot of money to build a goblin in the Storm Kingdom. Of commercial towns..."

"How is a town enough?"

The Speaker of the Storm Council, and the current Prime Minister of the Storm Kingdom, Duke Eberlock suddenly interrupted the description of Northenferg, he and his king glanced at each other, and then smiled to the goblin businessman:

"Storm Council attaches great importance to the friendship of the hot sand consortium, so we decided to build a large port city between the hot sand port and Stormwind City on the coast of the Kingdom, specifically for the goblin friends to develop business. Of course, the tariffs there We are responsible..."

"This one..."

Marin Northenferg is a qualified businessman. When facing the "friendship" suddenly thrown out by the Storm Kingdom, after all, if the Storm Kingdom really extends another port at the end of the route of the hot sand port, That means that it will replace the hot sand port as a part of the South China Sea's golden waterway. More importantly, with the existence of this port, the Kingdom of Storms can justly join the South China Sea trade circle.

However, just as Marin hesitated, Varian suddenly said something:

"I personally like the Northen Vogel series of soft drinks and potions, so if Mr. Marin is willing to build his own factory in that city, I can personally give you a free and permanent commercial land. Of course, my The country is still very poor, I don’t have much money to support you, but I can give you some small...policy concessions..."

"I believe that an excellent potion brand like Northumfuge will surely be able to market the entire continent in the future. I think we are born to be our best friends. His Excellency Marin, what do you think?"

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