"Those damned Germans—were they trying to wring every last penny out of us? To think they would use such a method!" Mir Osman Ali Khan's expression was exceedingly grim.
Although they knew perfectly well that the Germans intended to use this opportunity to extort wealth from them, they had no intention of submitting so easily. Thus, several of the larger princely states had secretly contacted one another. During the bidding, they only needed to give the Germans enough face. That way, they could achieve their goals at the smallest possible cost.
But the German plan had now utterly shattered their scheme. Everyone had to write down their own donation amount, with no opportunity to communicate with the other Princely Rulers. This meant they had no choice but to go all out. Otherwise, if they held back while others spared no expense, the consequences would be dire.
The Princely Rulers of India's various princely states had no small number of conflicts among themselves. Getting them to truly unite and stand together as one was virtually impossible. Therefore, for their own interests, they could only give it everything they had.
"No matter what, I must take first place. It not only means fertile, abundant territory, but also the Germans' appreciation and favor. The Germans have promised to select one Princely Ruler from among India's princely states to govern India. Even if it is only in name, it is still worth giving my all!" Mir Osman Ali Khan said.
The other Princely Rulers did not know this news. The German government had told him specifically as a reward for Mir Osman Ali Khan. Of course, if he was unwilling to spend the money and failed to seize first place in the military expenditure donations, then this good fortune naturally would not fall to