White Swan and Black Swan

Lin Jie had been living quite comfortably lately. Though he was far from the Blue Star Federation, the power of capital was limitless.

A command ship converted from a Mad Lion-class Cruiser naturally had no extra facilities, but he had transformed a supply ship into a paradise of pleasure.

Things like pools of wine and forests of flesh were low-grade indulgences in Lin Jie's eyes.

Of course, compared to pleasure, he wanted power even more.

As a capitalist of the Blue Star Federation, he was deeply dissatisfied with his status.

Maple Leaf Mining might seem powerful, but the fact that its command ship was merely an old relic among cruisers—the Mad Lion-class—made its standing clear enough.

Yes, the Mad Lion-class had been one of the new-generation cruisers that replaced the White Swan-class in the Blue Star Federation, but that had been nearly two hundred years ago.

In an era without war, warship replacement was slow to begin with. Even after all kinds of upgrades and modifications, it was still an old relic nearing obsolescence, absolutely bottom-tier among cruisers.

Recently, there had even been rumors that several major warship manufacturing groups had rolled out new-generation cruisers, though they had not yet been announced.

Rumors did not arise without reason.

Fortunately, over the past year, Maple Leaf Mining's output had continued to rise within the distant territory of the Great Xia Empire.

They then sold it straight to other civilizations, never even entering the Blue Star Federation's domestic market.

With such output, even thin profits and high sales volume still produced considerable earnings.

This made him want even more to improve relations with the Great Xia Empire. Unfortunately, his application to meet His Majesty the Emperor had never been approved. If he had not remained in constant contact with Michel, he would