Reck stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.
The deafening "Long live Four-Armed Emperor" in the elevator was still buzzing in his head, the twenty-two-hour work system, the workers' leader kneeling on one knee, the Lower Hive guy chewing on cans of fish and meat while tightening screws - these images flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Wrong!
This is very wrong.
As Rogue Trader and Reck, although they only operate in Little Manting Star System, they are still well-informed.
The loyalty of the nobles to the Emperor is unquestionable.
But each of those insects looked more like animals than the last one.
This feeling of separation is not contradictory. After all, the people living in Upper Hive are all a group of flesh-eating insects. It is absolutely impossible for them to sympathize with Lower Hive.
Which person in power did not rise to power by drinking the blood of Under-hivers?
The more you climb up from Lower Hive, the more ruthless you will be.
Reck I have never seen any exception.
Because anyone with any sympathy would have died long ago in Lower Hive, which eats people without spitting out their bones.
"Lower Hive workers will mess around when they can, delay when they can, go on strike when wages are withheld, and riot when they don't have enough to eat. This is the normality engraved in their bones."
"Lower Hive guys should try their best to destroy production tools and start riots whenever they are about to starve to death. This is the Lower Hive world I am familiar with."
"Not only do people here not want wages, they also don't want rest! They are actively required to work 18 hours a day. If they work slowly, they will blame themselves. When they are done, they will sing hymns to thank the governor."
"This Lower Hive Governor--is he the leader of Cultists, right?" Reck muttered to himself, a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head0
Only cults can turn people into this.
"Baron." The butler opened the door, his face as white as paper, and the Data Pad in his hand was shaking, "Food prices--food prices have completely collapsed."
Reck sat up straight and grabbed Data Pad.
On the screen, grain prices were falling vertically like a cliff.
"What's going on?!" Reck roared, "Why did it collapse overnight?!"
"It's Governor's Office." The butler's voice was filled with tears, "They suddenly opened the warehouse early in the morning to stock up on food. The price of a standard energy bar is twelve credit points, which is 30% lower than our purchase cost. And it's an unlimited supply. You can get as much as you want."
Reck's hand froze instantly.
Put food?
A governor will take the initiative to provide food to Lower Hive guy?
He knows all too well the urinal nature of these people in power.
Who cares about Under-hivers's life and death if he doesn't make himself fat?
During times of famine, they take the opportunity to hoard food and raise prices, starve half the people to death, and then come out as saviors. This is their normal operation.
Is he crazy?
Impossible.
This is no coincidence.
This is not a coincidence at all, this is a conspiracy!
"From the first day I started hoarding food, the other party had already sharpened the knife and put it on my neck."
"I thought I was buying the bottom, but from beginning to end, I was the one being copied."
"How much did we lose?" Reck's voice was as dry as sandpaper.
"We spent a total of 28 million Throne Coin to hoard food, and now we can only get back 9 million from all of it." The butler lowered his head, not daring to look into his eyes.
"Furthermore, the warehouse costs 20,000 credit points in rent every day. If it is left there for another month, you will have to pay someone to take it away and deal with it.
The Data Pad in Reck's hand fell to the ground with a "clack".
That's nearly thirty million Throne Coin!
This does not include the nearly 40 million Throne Coin spent to acquire Wetware!
This is all his liquidity.
Just then, the communicator rang.
It's black market loan shark old Jack.
Reck took a deep breath and connected to the communication.
"Reck," old Jack's voice was emotionless, "The money you borrowed is about to expire."
"With the principal and interest, it is 40 million Throne Coin. You must pay it back within seven days, otherwise your Marauder will belong to me.
Communication hung up.
Reck Lean back in your seat and close your eyes.
His Marauder is a merchant ship modified from the standard Lunar-class Cruiser. Even if it is depreciated and sold, it is still worth 400-500 million Throne Coin!
Don't think this is expensive, on the contrary, it is a very low price.
You must know that Lunar-class Cruiser is the absolute backbone of Imperial Navy. It has a simple design and can even be built in the feudal world or Agri-World that lacks advanced industrial facilities.
Its construction does not require advanced shipbuilding knowledge, and some ships are manually completed by local indigenous people in the form of "sacrifice".
For example, the "Lord of Daros" was built on the track of the wild world by local indigenous people who mined raw materials and regarded them as offerings.
Its construction period is the shortest of 11 months, and it is a typical example of "cheap but not good", that is, it has balanced performance but relatively weak protection and firepower.
Even so, the Marauder purchased by Reck was an eighteen-hand modified ship that was affordable only after all weapons were removed.
When I bought it, I spent Reck a full 1.1 billion Throne Coin!
Even after refits, gangplanks, and pirate attacks - she is still a good ship.
Now for only 40 million Throne Coin, you want to buy your own Marauder cruiser for free?!
Dream!
Reck The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
His total net worth is just over a billion, most of which comes from the Marauder cruiser.
As the lowest level barons, Rogue Trader and Reck, the titles of barons were bought with money. They had no territory or vassals. They all relied on this ship for transportation, buying and selling.
Now, all the working capital is spent on grain, and the ship is mortgaged.
If the money is gone, you can still make it again.
If the ship is gone, it's all over!
In the next two hours, Reck made seventeen calls.
He found everyone he could find, including other Rogue Trader running this line, local nobles who had done business with him, and even black marketeers whom he had helped by putting money on the freight bill.
But no one was willing to lend him money.
"Lao Lei, it's not that I won't help you. We are all businessmen. Tell me, what chance do you have of making a comeback now?"
"Brother, my accounts are tight recently. I just received a batch of goods and I really can't make enough money."
"You can give me that batch of grain at a cheaper price. I'll take it all for five million, and I'll treat it as a favor to you."
"Old Reck, you shouldn't be involved in this muddy water. You are stuck in it now, and none of us can help you."
Everyone is not afraid of Fu Haoran.
It's not worth it.
No one will take risks for a bottom Rogue Trader who is about to go bankrupt.
The last call, Reck, was made to coalition commander Octavius Earl.
This is his last hope.
The communication was connected, and a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous military uniform appeared on the screen.
"Master Earl, I need help, I----"
Before Reck could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Octavius.
"Reck, if you ask me to pay in advance, just give up. Who do you think you are? I won't pay a penny until I see the results."
"What I want is the result, not the process. If you don't do it, others will do it."
"Sir Earl!" Reck said anxiously, "I have been working with you for a hundred years, and there is no credit but hard work! I just want you to do me a small favor."
"Hard work?" Octavius sneered, "How much is your hard work worth? If you have nothing else, don't bother me."
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Communication hung up.
Reck was stunned on the spot. At this moment, he knew that there was no way out.
Run?
Can't run.
Now the space orbit is blocked, only entry is allowed but no exit is allowed.
Reck was pacing back and forth in the room like a trapped animal, his eyes bloodshot.
Suddenly, he stopped.
A crazy idea wormed its way into his mind like a poisonous snake.
"Octavius, I have done dirty work for you for more than a hundred years. Since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."
"Since you don't save me, then everyone will die together."
Reck raised his head suddenly, the despair in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an almost crazy ferocity.
He knew that there was only one person in Alpha Star System who could help him.
There is only one person who dares to confront Octavius.
"Prepare the shuttle." Reck grabbed his coat and strode towards the hatch.
"Where are you going, Baron?" the steward asked cautiously.
Reck turned around, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
"Governor's Office."
Fu Haoran was in a good mood, and he found that the acquisition of corpses was much smoother than he imagined.
In addition to South Asia, there are a large number of unclaimed remains in war-torn areas in Africa. Europe has a mature body processing industry chain, mostly using undocumented immigrants and stowaways.
--
Sure enough, he is the senior of United States, even the black industry comes from the same origin.
In addition, Upper Hive has residents who died of natural causes. Fu Haoran feels that the Wetware transaction is really a good business.
"I just don't know who is the culprit who wants so many Wetware. Have they used them all?"
Fu Haoran didn't bother with such a small issue. After all, he paid the money and delivered the goods. As long as the buyer's money is paid, he absolutely respects and understands the buyer's wishes.
Suddenly, Yuri pushed the door open and came in. "Boy, Reck that profiteer is here again."
"Huh?" Fu Haoran was stunned for a second and then came to his senses.
No matter what happens, go to the Three Treasures Hall.
Reck Visiting late at night must be a desperate situation!
If you don't kill the person who was taken advantage of, you won't kill him for nothing.
"Let him in."
When Reck walked into Governor's Office, there were no bodyguards, no expensive dresses, and he was only wearing an ordinary black coat.
Reck Sit down.
"What trouble have you encountered, my friend?" Fu Haoran asked politely.
"I am from Octavius Earl."
Reck had a straight from the beginning, and Fu Haoran really wanted to hit 666.
Are you playing Mission: Impossible with me?
However, Reck's next sentence was. "I am ready to betray him. I wonder how much price you are willing to offer?"
Good guy, you are playing Infernal Affairs.
Fu Haoran did not rush to quote, but asked, "What can you bring me?"
Reck explained his situation in detail.
"What do you want?" Fu Haoran asked.
"I need 45 million Throne Coin to redeem my ship for me. In addition, I will purchase the grain in my hand at the market price."
"I will leave when this is over and never appear in front of you again - of course, if you can win, I will offer you my loyalty."
Fu Haoran has no interest in Reck's loyalty.
The loyalty of profiteers is worthless.
But it cannot be said that Reck is worthless, but the two conditions he set out seem simple, but in fact they are "life-threatening".
"No! Absolutely not!" In the small conference room, Yuri was the first to jump out and object.
"Do you know how big our financial hole is?"
"I finally recovered some blood, but you still want me to spit it out, what a dream!"
"If you dare to ask me to take money, I will die for you."
Yuri, who is the Minister of Finance, held a table knife that was difficult to stab at anyone and put it on his neck. His face turned red and he said, "If you don't want money, you want your life! If you dare to touch my money, I will die for you!"
Fu Haoran ignored it, not because he looked down on Yuri, but because he knew the courage of capitalists too well. As long as they had a chance to survive, they would never choose to commit suicide.
Fu Haoran looked at his dog-headed military advisors.
Tychus held Cigar in his mouth and said, "Boss, you know me. My motto is: there is no reason to spit out the meat that reaches your mouth."
Fu Haoran looked at Wade, who straightened his body. "Sir, I am a soldier, and soldiers have no tradition of ceding their interests."
Fu Haoran then looked at Ronan who was wearing Power Armour. Ronan said, "Sir, war is a war of attrition. We also need logistical and economic support."
The competitor looked at Tech-Priest Carl again. "We at Machine Cult never do business at a loss. Losing money goes against the teachings of Omnissiah."
Fu Haoran was silent for a few seconds and reluctantly turned his gaze to the last person.
Lucifer leaned against the window, squinting with his emerald eyes. "Only the weak will compromise. I choose to take them all."
Fu Haoran ignored Yuri who was about to speak, and said, "The question now is, how can we maximize our profits? Let Reck's ship be sold at a low price. This is not taking advantage of the coalition forces."
"I want that Lunar-class Cruiser."
Everyone was stunned.
"You are really dark, I thought you had a Holy Mother heart." Yuri patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, head, you have a really big appetite, but I like it." Tychus affirmed.
"Human beings are really troublesome." A former Necron Overlord said that he could not understand the human brain circuitry.
"I don't just want the money of one Rogue Trader, I want the money of the entire coalition." Fu Haoran said while leaning on his chair.
"Besides, as far as I know, the black market businessman old Jack is backed by an alliance. In other words, he is our enemy. If we don't help Reck, this profiteer, we will be the unlucky ones in the end."
"This is the most difficult problem. One Lunar-class Cruiser, even if most of its weapons are gone, is still a huge trouble for us."
"So the boat must come back, but I don't want to give the money."
"I've been talking for a long time. You want to have sex for free?"
Fu Haoran looked at Lucifer who was making the summary and said politely, "Dear, you summarized it very well. Can you not use the summary next time?"
Lucifer raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Yuri answered the question first and said angrily, "You want both, how can there be such a good thing in the world."
"Either you pay to redeem the boat, or you don't pay and watch the boat disappear."
"One is bleeding, the other is cutting, you choose one."
Although the others didn't say anything, they all thought that what Yuri said was correct.
"Countless gamblers always think they can control everything, but in the end they lose everything." Lucifer is completely merciless.
Fu Haoran is a little unhappy: You can doubt my character, but you can't question my talent for making trouble.
After all, I am also half Jia Xu. If I don't get it back this time, my nickname will not be in vain.
Fu Haoran sighed, faced Yuri, looked sideways and said, "So, you are still too young, and there are some people who are more knowledgeable than IQ."
"Who said you can't have both? Just because you didn't think of it doesn't mean I can't do it."
When a certain Necron Overlord moved his fingers slightly and began to summon the three-meter-long Phase Sword hidden in Warp, Fu Haoran hurriedly knocked on the table and got to the point. "Next, you see how I made that old guy Octavius not only willing to pay for our ship, but also gave us a fleet of supplies."
Lucifer snorted and retracted his finger, but a trace of green light of interest flashed in his emerald eyes.
As we all know, Necrons all have some character flaws and stubbornness, without exception.