Victor looked at Fu Haoran's fearless eyes, and suddenly realized that the man in front of him was not talking angrily, but he really dared to overturn the table of hereditary nobles in the entire galaxy, and dared to be an enemy of the old order that had lasted for tens of thousands of years.
After thinking about this, Victor felt that many things made sense.
Why did the other party dare to raise the butcher's knife to the nobles? Why did the other party not play their cards according to common sense...
"You will pay with blood for your crazy words." Victor gritted his teeth, holding on to him with the last trace of reason, and put down the threat, but did not dare to stay for another half minute.
Now that he has fallen out, he knows that he can't even get out of Governor's Office's door.
So Victor chose to leave without looking back.
The office suddenly became quiet.
Lucifer was leaning in the shadow of the window. The bubbles in the fat house happy water in his hand had long since disappeared. His emerald eyes lightly swept over Fu Haoran. There was no emotion in his voice, but it carried the weight of tens of thousands of years:
"Your courage is commendable, but my experience tells me that change makers like you will not end well."
Fu Haoran knows that what Lucifer said is right.
In the history books he had studied, such "idiots" who dared to flip the table usually did not end well.
Zhang Jue, Huang Chao...
But, I am not alone.
I have "Forge World" as my backer in 2K World.
Fu Haoran smiled and asked, "Then if I lose, will you change another ally?"
Lucifer didn't answer, he just shook the Coke in the cup.
Fu Haoran stood up, walked to the window, looked at Hive City at his feet, and sighed:
"You can't just do nothing because you're afraid of losing. I just want to give this fucked up world a little hope."
"Ancient Terra There is a proverb: Kuafu is not praised for chasing the sun, Jingwei is not remembered for filling up the sea, and Yu Gong is not admired for moving mountains."
"What the world really praises is never the perfection that comes naturally, but the persistence of choosing to move forward alone despite knowing that the road ahead is uncertain and the outcome is unpredictable."
"Knowing that you can't do something means doing it even if it is destined to be in vain, but you still try your best."
"Even if there is no result, it is still a glory. Even if there are thousands of people, I will go."
Lucifer looked at him and said nothing.
At this time, the door was pushed open again.
Victor Just ten minutes after leaving, the office door was violently pushed open again.
Rogue Trader Reck·Vance rushed in, without any courtesy on his face that a businessman should have, and said straight to the point:
"Governor Fu, I need you to return my things to me."
"Your stuff?" Fu Haoran raised his eyebrows, "What stuff?"
"Lunar-class Cruiser is docked at the space port! That's my ship, rented to Valerius Costa!"
"What does it have to do with me?" Fu Haoran looked like a fool, "I only know that I seized a trophy ship from the rebels on the battlefield."
"That's what I rented to him! It's not his private property!"
"Then why are you looking for him? Why are you looking for me?"
"He was blown up by you!"
"Dead?" Fu Haoran spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "If a person dies, look for his family."
"His family is all gone!"
"Run away and chase them. Are you a three-year-old? I still need to teach you this." Fu Haoran said with an expression of hatred, "In addition, I am also looking for members of their family. If you find them, remember to tell me."
Reck was so choked up by his rogue logic that he couldn't even breathe, and his face turned blue.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and made a concession:
"Okay, we can talk about the ship later. What about the things in the Lunar-class hangar? The collections of Stormbird, Fellblade Super-heavy Tank, and Stasis Field. Those are my clients' personal belongings. They should be returned to me, right?"
Fu Haoran blinked, looking confused.
"Lunar-class is empty inside. When I went up, there was nothing but scrap metal."
"What Stormbird, Poison Blade, I've never heard of it."
Reck's face instantly turned black. "Then what is the poison blade you Upper Hive parked on the main road? What is the Stormbird you took back to Hive City yesterday?!"
Fu Haoran asked back, "What are the colors of your poison blade and Stormbird?"
Reck replied subconsciously, "Black."
Fu Haoran's face was not red, but his heart was not beating. "What a coincidence, mine is red. The color is different, so it is definitely not yours."
Reck's mind was buzzing and he almost lost his balance.
In this transaction, not only the family's Lunar-class Cruiser was lost, but also the Stormbird and Poison Blade entrusted by the top nobles Terra.
Not to mention making money when he goes back, the family will take back all his fleet and trading rights and exile him to the wild galaxy.
On the other hand, he directly regarded him as an apology gift and packaged it as a gift to the noble Terra. His life was not saved.
After a long while, Reck said sadly, "Fu Haoran, don't be too naive. Do you really think that guarding a Hive City is something great?"
Fu Haoran raised an eyebrow.
Reck took two steps forward, stood in front of the desk, and looked at him condescendingly.
"If you rob me, you rob the entire planet Ronin!"
"I can tell you what happens next."
"Within three months, your ore will not be able to be shipped out, and the price will fall to the level of a stone."
"Within half a year, your food reserves will be at the bottom, and even if you have money, you won't be able to buy a grain of rice."
"Within a year, your factory will shut down completely because it cannot pay wages."
"Don't worry, I won't let you starve to death."
"A worker who starves to death is not a good worker, and a miner who dies of exhaustion is not a good miner."
"I, Accountant, have calculated everyone's output and consumption, so that you can live, work, and reproduce the next generation."
"Just like I do on other planets."
"When the time comes, I will stand at the door of this office, waiting for you to kneel down and beg me."
"You will give back everything you took from me, and you will compensate me for all my losses, ten times, a hundred times..."
Reck's words came to an abrupt end.
Because a gun has been pressed against his head.
"Tell me, why don't you continue? I think you are right." Fu Haoran smiled brightly and looked harmless to humans and animals.
"It suddenly occurred to me that if you are having an affair with a traitor, I can kill you right now."
"But I am a kind person. I only need you to give me 5 million Throne Coin, and I will forgive your rudeness."
Even with a Bolter pressed against his head, Reck couldn't help but yell, "You're crazy, 5 million Throne Coin is enough to buy a Destroyer, how can I have so much money!"
Fu Haoran showed a disappointed expression. "That's a pity, guard. Send Mr. Reck to the cell to calm down and wait until he has raised enough money and ask him to come out."
"If that doesn't work, then hang Mr. Reck on a steeple to pay for his sins."
The guard outside the door came in immediately, holding Reck and leaving.
"Wait a minute, I have money, I have money..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Reck regretted them.
5 million Throne Coin is all his savings. If you want his money, you will kill him.
But what if you don't give money?
He glanced at the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, and then at the guards outside the door.
If you give money, you will lose money; if you don't give money, you will really die.
Reck gritted his teeth and swallowed the next words.
After signing a series of unequal treaties and compensation, Reck was let go.
Watching Reck leave in despair, Yuri rarely showed a solemn expression:
"You shouldn't do this. Offending Reck is equivalent to offending the entire Rogue Trader group."
"There are many factions within them, but they have always been united when it comes to safeguarding trade privileges and dealing with those who dare to touch them."
"After Reck leaves this time, he will definitely contact other Rogue Trader, cut off all our inter-star trade, and even unite interstellar pirates to attack our transportation lines."
"This is also the reason why no Planetary Governor dares to offend them easily. Once offended, they will either be cut off from supplies and driven crazy, or they will be overthrown by their combined forces."
"Thirty years ago, a Hive City governor withheld the goods of a certain Rogue Trader. Three months later, that Hive City couldn't even buy a bag of grain. Six months later, there was a riot and the governor was hanged from the steeple by his own citizens."