Chen Residence.
Chen Si brought Wald into the Manor's living room. Floch dismissed the Military Police, and Marlowe left ahead of them with his squad. Mikasa was watering the flowers in the garden.
Chen Si sat on a spacious leather sofa, crossed his legs, and smiled at Wald, who stood trembling before him. Naturally, Wald did not dare sit down.
"Walde Dinky, do you want to die or live?" Chen Si picked up his teacup, swirled it in his palm, and took a small sip.
"Marshal! I've been wronged!" Wald dropped to his knees in terror.
"Oh? Tell me how I've wronged you." Chen Si set down his teacup.
"Marshal, the Tobacco Factory's current customer base doesn't even reach thirty thousand, but weapons and ammunition are military necessities! Tens of thousands of troops need a constant supply to keep going! I gave up dozens of Military Workshops for a mere twenty-five percent stake in the tobacco business!"
"Even though I suffered enormous losses, I did it willingly! Marshal, you must give me justice!" Wald prostrated himself on the floor.
"Do you take me for some military thug who only knows how to fight and understands nothing about running a country? Those lousy workshops of yours are a pile of dog shit. Can your little handcrafting operations produce the guns and shells we need now?"
Wald Dinky's face went deathly pale. This is bad. The Marshal actually knows the business.
"You should know better than I do just how profitable tobacco is. Floch, drag him out and shoot him." Chen Si waved his hand.
"Yes." Floch kicked Wald in the back, knocking him to the floor, then dragged him away like a dead dog.
"Marshal! Spare me! I don't want my shares anymore! I'll transfer them to you for free!" Wald