(Bonus update in thanks for the donation from .Iron Furnace Sage Consciousness Backup.
Boss, did you leave a character out of that name?)
Li Qinwu spoke as he stuffed his face:
"You all know the situation. This planet is about to undergo an industrial upgrade. This is a major decision that could reshape our planet's future!
But a sage on Old Terra once said: clean the house before inviting guests.
With our planetary government's outdated structure, how are we supposed to implement the new policies without cleaning it out, inside and out?"
An old noble wearing a thoroughly fake smile said:
"My lord, the way you put it, you seem to consider us dust to be swept away.
Our families have been on this planet for thousands of years, passing down our legacies to this day. We are this planet's masters-the beams holding up the house you mentioned!"
Li Qinwu spat out a Guga Beast bone, picked up another Guga leg, and spoke around his chewing:
"You aren't the beams. The beams holding up this house are this planet's ten billion farmers, workers, PDF, and Astra Militarum!
You're cockroaches, giant rats, and termites eating those beams hollow!"
At those words, the nobles and their guards whipped out the weapons at their waists.
At this point, however, they still didn't quite dare turn on him. They knew Li Qinwu had entered an Inquisitor's service, and they had heard about his exploits on the Industrial World. He had effectively saved the entire Industrial World.
They still clung to a sliver of hope and wanted to talk things over with Li Qinwu.
The leader of the old nobles, Mr. Stomach Bag, stepped forward, still every bit a stomach bag.
He put on a warm, genial expression and said:
"My lord, you don't understand