"Fuck!"
Inside Blood Pit, Rorge beat the table angrily, surrounded by wooden boxes that had been opened and cash cabinets that had been kicked out of shape.
However, apart from a few missing bronze stars and rubbish all over the floor, he couldn't even find a single Gold Dragon.
"Damn Ralf!"
He roared angrily, "Where did this guy hide all his money? Arena is a business that makes a lot of money every day, but now it is as clean as if it has been robbed by robbers!"
"Look for me carefully!"
After complaining for a while, Rorge roared at the newly gathered subordinates, "Every corner must be spared, that damn bastard must have built a new secret room to hide money!"
Seeing how angry Rorge was, several gangsters who had followed Ralf quickly continued to rummage through Blood Pit like headless chickens.
After all, Ralf's body was still hanging on the flagpole, and even the crows didn't have time to finish it.
Vito·Corleone stood calmly on the second floor, looking at the territory that he had just taken into his possession. The smell of blood still seemed to linger in the air.
He was not very surprised by the situation before him.
"No need to look for it."
Looking at Rorge who continued to search randomly, as if he wanted to turn this place upside down, Corleone calmly reminded, "The person behind Ralf is not a philanthropist."
"He was able to voluntarily hand over the ledger and this territory only because that guy was about to leave King's Landing and Flea Bottom was completely useless to him."
"A cunning fox will always lick up the last drop of honey before leaving the nest. Since he has decided to abandon this place, it is normal for him to eat it all and leave us no extra Copper Penny."
As he spoke, he walked to the window, looked in the direction of Silk Street, and murmured to himself, "In your opinion, leaving Flea Bottom to me is already a great act of generosity, right, Lord Petyr Baelish."
Unlike Corleone who was calm, Rorge still stamped his feet irritably despite being persuaded to do so.
"Then what should we do next, Lord Corleone?"
He couldn't help but stepped forward and whispered beside Corleone: "Without money, let alone recruiting people to buy weapons, even feeding these guys who just came here will be a problem!"
"These guys are as virtuous as wild dogs. Once they know that we have no money to pay wages, I can guarantee that none of them will stay."
As he said that, Rorge pointed to the few men in the corner who originally belonged to Ralf.
"You take over first."
Corleone glanced at those people and said jokingly, "Why, didn't you brag to me at first about how powerful you were in Flea Bottom? Now you can't even suppress a few people?"
"That's not..." Seeing some doubts in Corleone's eyes, Rorge rubbed his hands in embarrassment.
"In Flea Bottom, as long as the fists are big enough, those guys will not dare to mess around, but if there is not enough financial support, it may be difficult to implement the rules you set."
"You know, Sir, Gold Dragon sometimes this thing is more important than anything else..
"I understand."
Seeing Rorge's uneasiness, Corleone patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't worry, but remember, you have been in control of this place for many years. Even if you are manipulated by Ralf's gang, your power is still there, and it is much easier than starting from scratch."
"Did you see the look in their eyes?"
He raised his chin. "I asked you to kill Ralf yourself during the day, which is equivalent to giving them a blow. They are afraid of you, but they also obey you."
"While your influence has not faded in the past few days, you must quickly start forming our armed forces to be responsible for maintaining order in Flea Bottom and protecting our business."
"Now that I'm here, the rules here... must be set by me."
"Yes, Lord Corleone!"
Hearing this, Rorge immediately patted his chest and promised, "I will never betray your trust!"
"Very good." Corleone nodded slightly, then walked down the stairs step by step, and shouted to Yego who was silently sharpening his sword in the hall, "Let's go, the blood of my blood!"
The taciturn Dothraki didn't say any nonsense, just picked up the sword and followed.
"Be optimistic about our base area, Rorge."
Without looking back, he waved his hand and Corleone walked out while urging. "First organize people to clean up this place, it's too smelly."
"All the establishment of order starts from the most conspicuous place, so before I come back, at least I want to see... a tidy street."
Inside the Red Castle, the residence of the Chancellor of the Exchequer.
Tyrion Lannister sat behind a towering pile of account books and files, his head that was so huge and disproportionately large that it was buried by these documents that represented the Seven Kingdoms's financial mess.
His face looked tired and his eyes were bloodshot.
Damn...
He sighed helplessly, lay down on the large chair, closed his eyes and kept massaging his temples.
"What would you do if you had six million Gold Dragon, Bronn?"
He suddenly spoke and said this.
Next to him, a lean man wearing leather armor and an expensive wool cloak was boringly trimming his nails with a dagger.
Hearing Tyrion's question, he gave a scornful smile, "Six million? How much the hell is that?"
"Is it enough for me to buy all the brothels in King's Landing from top to bottom, from the proprietress to the cleaning girl, and then have them line up to perform exciting shows for me?"
Hearing this, Tyrion didn't even bother to open his eyes and replied feebly, "Enough to form a hill that you can climb up and touch the moon."
"Answer more seriously, Bronn."
"Okay." Bronn finally put away the dagger and touched the stubble on his chin with interest. "Let me think about it seriously.
"First, I have to buy a castle bigger than Harrenhal, and then hire a thousand of the strongest young men. They will do nothing but count the money for me every day. If I count one wrong, I will chop off one of their fingers."
"Finally, I will buy all the brothels in King's Landing from top to bottom, from the proprietress to the sweeping girls, and then have them line up to perform exciting shows for me!"
The corner of Tyrion's mouth twitched and he smiled.
"What if I told you that after doing this, you haven't even reached the top of the hill?"
"Can't spend all the money?"
This answer obviously exceeded Bronn's expectations. He frowned and continued to think carefully, "Then I will buy a big ship and go to the other side of the narrow sea. I heard that there are many temples in Braavos, and the priestesses there are hot and mysterious. It will be great to change the taste every day."
"I still can't spend all my money...
Seeing Bronn talking more and more enthusiastically, as if the six million were already piled in front of him, Tyrion couldn't help but sigh, "What if I tell you now that you owe someone else six million Gold Dragon?"
"Ah!!?"
As soon as these words came out, the longing expression on Bronn's face was immediately stunned.
However, he was free and easy, and threw the dagger in his hand nonchalantly. "Then if I kill the creditor, don't I need to pay back the money?"
Looking at himself, a guard who had no moral bottom line but surprisingly always got to the core of the problem, Tyrion smiled and shook his head.
"Bronn, you're a fucking genius."
He is right, as long as the creditor is killed, the debt will be wiped out and the money will not have to be paid back.
But the problem is...
This is fucking harder than paying back the money!
Tyrion sat on the chair and cried without tears.
Creditors to the Iron Throne...
Tyrell family has one million, the iron bank has 1.5 million, and even the church has lent more than 900,000 Gold Dragon!
The most important thing is that his father, Duke Tywin Lannister, is the Iron Throne's biggest creditor, lending the royal family nearly three million Gold Dragon!
Damn Robert Baratheon, look what you've done!
That guy sat on the Iron Throne for less than twenty years. Not only did he spend all the huge wealth left by the Targaryen family, he even owed more than six million Gold Dragon in foreign debt!
Fuck you Baratheon!
With so much money, even Tyrion himself, a prodigal spender, would probably not be able to spend it all in a thousand years!
No wonder, when his father ordered him to be Chancellor of the Exchequer, Petyr Baelish showed that weird expression that he could barely hold back his laughter!
This is a complete trap!
Hair! Hair! Hair!
He was so restless that he even jumped off his chair and started pacing back and forth, mentally cursing Robert a thousand times for having been killed by a wild boar.
"Can I help you?"
Seeing Tyrion's extremely painful expression, Bronn couldn't help but said, "If you can't pay back the money, then I can help you reason with the creditor."
He shook the dagger in his hand. "I'm the best at reasoning. Usually by the second sentence, the other party agrees to everything. Of course, I want 20% profit as reward."
"Thank the Seven, Bronn."
Hearing this, Tyrion rolled his eyes at him angrily. "Then please go to the Prime Minister's Tower quickly and use your strong reasoning to convince my father."
"Huh?"
As soon as these words came out, Bronn's smile suddenly froze, and even the arm holding the dagger froze in mid-air.
He likes money, but he is also quite self-aware.
Bronn would never do anything that meant making money but not spending it.
"My lord!"
At this moment, a teenage boy opened the door and whispered carefully, "There is a gentleman named Vito·Corleone who wants to see you."
"Vito·Corleone?"
Hearing what he said, Tyrion's mood, which had calmed down a little, immediately became a little more irritable.
He roughly guessed what the other party was here for, but now...
After thinking for a moment, Tyrion returned to his large chair and sat down, and ordered, "Go and invite Lord Corleone in, Podrick."
"Yes, sir."
The attendant turned around and left very humbly, and closed the door ajar very considerately.
Tyrion knocked on the table, glanced at Bronn beside him, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Aren't you very reasonable, Bronn?"
"Speak carefully and I will give you the highest reward."