Desmond laughed and said: "How? We can work together and all can make money. Godfather provides spider eggs and guidance. I will run the stocking town, and Her Majesty has solved the livelihood of a town, and at the same time it can raise taxes. All Everyone makes a profit, no one loses. This is a lucrative business."

Of course, he said very well, but he didn't think Robb would agree.

After all, Robb is now engaged in an exclusive business, a monopoly, and earning money. The more stockings are in short supply and the output is insufficient, Robb seizes the opportunity to raise the price higher and collect a lot of profits.

But if Robb provided him with the technology and he created a silk stocking town and increased the output, he would compete with Robb, which would seriously affect the income of Westwind Town.

Desmond thought to himself: It's probably impossible for him to agree! Afterwards, I still had to send my own slave team into the Black Pine Mountains to catch spiders, and then slowly nurture them.

Even Her Majesty the Queen, who was listening in the crystal ball next to him, didn't think the business could be negotiated.

Unexpectedly, Robb smiled and said, "Okay! Then it's such a happy decision."

"Huh? Really?" Desmond exclaimed: "Are you really willing to cooperate with me?"

"Of course I do." Robb laughed and said, "Just play as you like. Your idea of ​​playing in Stockings Town is great. I think you can try it boldly. I fully support you and give me spider eggs. Spider eggs, if you need technology, you will give technology."

After finishing speaking, Robb also glanced at the crystal ballway meaningfully: "Moreover, you can not only engage in a small stocking town, but also a mining town, a textile town, a sugar town...concentrate an industry in a small town. Here, I tried my best to develop a single industry, and the effect may be surprisingly good."

He increased his tone and repeated it again: "It's better than doing all kinds of industries while every small town is in a mess. Moreover, it is much more convenient to collect taxes directly from the factories than to collect taxes from the people, isn't it?"

Desmond didn't listen to this sentence, but Her Majesty the Queen over the crystal ball was lost in thought.

She seriously considered Robb’s question. As Robb said, collecting taxes from ordinary people is really too much trouble. But if these people are not doing it alone, they will be attached to hundreds of thousands. A factory, and then the factory pays taxes to the government uniformly, isn't that much simpler and more convenient?

After thinking about it, I didn’t know how long it took. When she woke up, she realized that Desmond on the crystal ball had disappeared. Only Robb was left, and she was no longer sitting on the stone chair. He was soaked in the hot spring pool, and the crystal ball was also placed by the hot spring pool. Only Robb's upper body could be seen above the water.

Her Majesty hurriedly said: "I lost my mind, this long exam took a little longer. Since it's getting late, let's say goodbye today..."

"Hold on!" Robb laughed: "Miss Queen, have you forgotten something very important?"

"Oh? What's the matter?" The queen put on an Akuya face and began to pretend to be a fool.

"It's useless to pretend to be stupid." Robb smiled and said, "Not only did my stockings factory not close down, there are still people thinking about expanding the scale. Do you have anything to say?"

"Oh, that's really congratulations." The queen said: "Congratulations, congratulations, for making a fortune every day, congratulations, congratulations, and happy life..."

"Singing doesn't solve the problem." Robb said, "Accept your gambling and lose your skirts."

Queen:"……"

Robb looked at the crystal ball without blinking, and the queen looked at the crystal ball without blinking, so the two of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. After a long time, the queen sighed: "I am The queen of a country, is it okay to give some face?"

Robb shook his head: "If you weren't the queen of a country, would I agree to a bet like that? I wouldn't be too rare to bet with her for an ordinary person's beautiful legs in stockings."

This truth can't be continued. Her Majesty also knows that she is at a loss. If you lose, you will lose. If you want to talk to Robb well in the future, you will definitely not be able to lose this bet. Compared to embarrassing and breaking off diplomatic relations with Robb, it seems that it is more cost-effective to accept a bet and lose face.

She sighed sternly: "Black and white stockings, wear them once for you, right?"

"Yes!" Robb smiled: "I don't need to sacrifice too much for you, you don't need to sacrifice too much, just show me half of the thigh, you see, I'm a good talker, right?"

The expression on the queen's face didn't move at all, but her eyes were getting more and more watery, and her eyes flickered, and she wanted to hide.

Robb smiled and said: "Oh, I'm actually shy! I usually don't want to suffer a loss, a strong woman, super arrogantly negotiating with me, and in the end you are also shy one day."

"Humph!" The queen's expression suddenly turned fierce: "The winner is the king and the loser. It's just bad luck that I lost. You don't have to be so proud. Next time, I will definitely get it back. The queen is wearing white stockings under her white skirt. I will show you the white one first, and I will change to the black one."

Robb: "Wow!"

The queen said: "There is no one else on your side, right?"

"No! I promise only me."

The queen carefully confirmed that no other person could be seen in the crystal ball, and shut herself in the bedroom again, confirming that no third person would see it. She only pulled up little by little, little by little. The hem of her white dress.

The name of the first beauty of the Gran Kingdom is not blown out. Miss Queen's pure and flawless features and white queen skirt are really as beautiful as a painting, noble and unbearable. Profane and touching.

But now, this solemn, noble and beautiful woman actually lifts up her skirt little by little. The excitement of this picture is beyond words.

The skirt feet were pulled up little by little, and finally revealed the insteps. Sure enough, she had worn white stockings under her long skirt, without any decoration, the most common kind of white silk, but this was enough to set off her beauty. However, extra decoration is not necessary.

The skirt feet continued to be pulled up, and the calves came out, slender, straight, not thick or bent at all, and looked tight. The skirt's foot continued to rise, past the knee, she stopped here, and whispered: "Does it have to be half of the thigh?"

"Must!" Robb smiled.

"Okay!" The queen is not a person who can't afford to lose, and she pulls upwards forcefully.

When the skirt raised, Robb only glanced at him, and he couldn't help being dumb: "Sling...sling lace...you...the one you actually wear under the long skirt?"

The queen sneered and said, "What? Can't it? I just like this style."

Robb: "I worship and obey!"