The tent was filled with miserable cries.
The fat businessman's voice was filled with tears, and he sounded extremely aggrieved, "Seven! I'm really a businessman! Why doesn't anyone believe me!"
Suleiman looked at him with great interest. Westeros lacked intellectuals, so he lacked middle-level bureaucrats. He could only find businessmen, but he couldn't ask for everyone. He had to pass his assessment.
He hooked his fingers and signaled the fat businessman to stand up. "Businessman? Then why did you appear in my refugee camp?"
As soon as this was mentioned, Hubbard's face immediately showed a resentful expression, as if he had endured a huge injustice.
He almost immediately shouted accusingly, "It's not because of the war between you and House Legg!"
"My entire caravan, loaded with Dorne wine, is completely destroyed!"
"They were all taken away by those vicious dog-like vassals of House Legg on the grounds of wartime requisition! And they want to kill me!"
"Thankfully your men arrived to fight them."
"I finally escaped during the chaos, but ended up on your land. Your soldiers regarded me as a refugee and locked me up in a refugee camp and refused to let me leave!"
The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he became. His fat body twitched and he almost cried.
Suleiman After listening, he touched his chin. In this way, he was really the indirect cause of this unlucky man's bankruptcy.
He couldn't help but laugh, but when he thought about it, he saved him again. "Mr. Hubbard, it seems that I am sorry for your misfortune.
I do bear some responsibility."
Suleiman looked at the fat businessman kneeling on the ground, as if he was looking at an interesting product.
"Since you are already bankrupt, why not stay and work for me? I have a good job for you."
Hubbard's eyes lit up for a moment, but was immediately replaced by vigilance. This young lord had just beheaded more than fifty people, and his expression remained unchanged. He was definitely not a kind person.
He raised his head cautiously. "Suleiman Master... can I... refuse?"
The smile on Suleiman's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold calm. "No."
Hubbard's body trembled violently, and he buried his head deeply. When he was beheading more than fifty people, he was squeezed in the front row, and now it seems that blood is still flowing in front of his eyes.
He could only ask in a mosquito-like voice, "What kind of job is it?"
Suleiman leaned forward slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a dull sound.
He said word for word, "My..::::..Monopoly Affairs Officer."
Hubbard didn't react for a moment. "Lord's monopoly... Affairs officer?"
"What does this mean?"
Suleiman's explanation was simple and clear. "It's very simple."
"From today on, in my territory, salt, wine, iron, sugar, these four things, only the lord, that is, me,
It can be produced and sold on a large scale."
Hubbard Before Suleiman could finish speaking, his businessman's instinct made him smell an unusual smell.
He raised his head suddenly and blurted out. "Then...:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::. Will you increase the prices of these exclusive products?"
Suleiman glanced at him approvingly. The most clever way to collect taxes in the world is to make it invisible to people. The so-called tax is embedded in the price, so that the citizens cannot avoid the tax, but they do not feel the tax.
It is said that "seeing the form of giving and not seeing the reason of taking away" means that when giving benefits to the people, it should always be done openly, and when taking away the benefits from the people, it should be done quietly. In this way, the people will be harmonious with the monarch.
Suleiman nodded to the fat businessman. This fat man's mind worked very quickly and he even passed the first level. "Yes."
Hearing Suleiman's reply was like thunder exploding in Hubbard's mind. He was completely stunned. He knelt there with his mouth slightly open, unable to say a word.
But there was already a storm in his heart! Sure enough! I knew it!! I knew you noble lords!
Everyone's heart is as black as the devil in hell!
What bullshit kindness and generosity! What kind of coming of the Son of God! What kind of good governance of one-ten-tax tax! It turns out that the real evil law is waiting here!
He almost believed it! He almost thought that he had really met a lord that Westeros Continent had never seen before! A lord who was so kind that he was stupid!
Exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and everyone shouting about beatings, can easily arouse the hatred and anger of the people in the territory.
Now it seems that the other party has just changed to a more covert, more efficient, more deadly and soft way of exploitation, but this is a monopoly method.::
Great! Hubbard's body began to tremble! Not because of fear! But because of an extreme excitement and trembling!
This monopoly method not only continuously replenishes the lord's treasury, but also strangles the lifeblood of all the people in the territory.
Everyone must eat salt, iron, farm tools and weapons are indispensable, and wine and sugar are important consumer goods.
Controlling these means controlling everything!
Moreover, this approach would not lead to large-scale direct resistance.
High! Really high!
Hubbard looked at Suleiman's young face, and his eyes had completely changed. It was no longer fear, but a kind of admiration from the depths of his soul. This is the lord of Westeros.
Anyway, he is already bankrupt, so it is better to break the pot and smash it. There is a lot of money to be made. He stood up. His expression, which was miserable just now, changed so quickly that Suleiman was shocked.
He respectfully bowed to Suleiman:
"At your service! Lord Suleiman!
After accepting the appointment, Hubbard's plump body was not grateful for his resignation. He knew that the assessment of the lord in front of him had not ended. If he left now, he would definitely not be appointed as this special affairs officer. The fat on his face immediately squeezed out an almost flattering smile, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts at the moment.
His voice was smooth, revealing a hint of cunning. "Suleiman Master, please forgive me for talking too much."
"The four specialties of salt, wine, iron, and sugar that you mentioned just now are truly a genius move and can lay the foundation for the territory's future wealth."
"It's just... Perhaps you can add one more."
Suleiman raised his eyelids and his eyes fell on Hubbard. His eyes were calm and calm, but a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the back of the fat businessman.
His final voice rose slightly, indicating for him to continue, "Oh?"
He doesn't dislike subordinates who have ideas, provided that the ideas are really valuable.
After receiving permission, Hubbard seemed to have all the tension taken away in an instant. He straightened his waist, and the tight silk shirt let out an overwhelmed moan.
Hubbard did not give the answer directly. He walked to the map on the long table, raised his fat finger and pointed at the map on the long table.
His fat finger pointed at the area marked by Suleiman on the map, which were two livestock factories near Mountains of the Moon.
Hubbard's voice was lowered, with a hint of mystique and mystery. "Here's the key."
He wanted to show his abilities to the young lord in front of him and prove that his title of "Monopoly Affairs Officer" was worth the money "for the two hundred families who were about to be resettled."