Therefore, Begapunk’s speculation is correct. Once the pacifists appear, the Qiwuhai system will be lifted, and the people who want to kill him are countless!

If the development of science and technology cannot bring benefits to capital, but instead exploits their interests, then this kind of progress is not allowed progress.

Holy land, Mary Joa.

Begapunk residence.

"finish watching?"

Sitting on the chair, Begapunk turned his head in surprise holding a tea cup: "Understand?"

"After reading it but didn't understand it, the contents inside are too complicated."

Rhein told the truth: "But I feel that I have grasped the key points and need more data to verify. Only the current design drawings, the hull structure and firepower system, always give me the illusion of an empty shell."

"That's it, that's it."

Begapunk nodded in satisfaction and smiled: "In fact, it is just an empty shell. I didn't see you wrong, Rhine, if you know it, let me know what you think."

Begapunk did not finish speaking, but began to ask questions.

In response, Rhine slowly straightened his back and nodded earnestly.

"Yes!"

Just like the teacher asking questions in class, the two of them asked one by one and the other answered, letting time pass unconsciously.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Finally, the class was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Begapunk suddenly slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot, today I have to report the progress of the work to the five old stars."

Looking at the moonlight rising outside the window, Begapunk said, "I still have a few design drawings here. Take them back and look at them slowly."

After answering the question for a whole afternoon, the tired Rhine nodded when he heard the words, took the scrolls, and replied respectfully: "Okay, teacher."

Bega Punk paused, waved his hand, beckoning him to leave.

Opening the door, Owl's eyes paused for three seconds on Rhein who walked out of the room, and then he heard Begapunk's voice.

"Sorry, Lord Xiao, has Lord Wu Lao Xing rested?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Xiao Xiao looked at the man in front of him, and replied in a calm tone: "I have rested, but Master Wu Lao Xing expressed his understanding. Outsiders only saw the talent of Mr. Begapunk, but they couldn't see the effort and effort behind you. diligent."

"Thanks a lot, please come in."

Begapunk breathed a sigh of relief and invited the owl into the room.

Sweeping his gaze over the scattered materials on the table, the Xiaolao who found nothing unusual opened his mouth and said: "In addition, Lord Wu Lao Xing asked me to tell you that if there are no special circumstances, please try not to leave the experiment during this period of time. room."

Click

The glass was knocked to the ground, looking at the burn marks on his fingers, Begapunk was silent for a moment and put down the kettle: "Is there a clue?"

"Yes."

Xiao nodded: "A lot of strangers have recently arrived in the Chambord Islands. The number of merchants requesting to travel to and from the New World through the Holy Land has increased by 10% within a week. You know, CP0 is now seriously understaffed and crowded with people. We cannot guarantee your personal safety."

Begapunk nodded in understanding.

CP0, the existence of the organization is the result of the man in front of him, not to mention the manpower.

Then he sighed.

"Look at them, the response is really fast."

Xiao did not answer this question.

After all, take a closer look, why does the enemy react so fast?

It's not because there are people in the government who have been in contact with them until now!

It was the leak of their internal intelligence that caused Vegapunk to be threatened.

After a big battle, the two sides died down and needed time to sort out the site and various issues. Therefore, they maintained restraint on the bright side.

But the issue of leaving or leaving such a huge amount of money makes even the five old stars feel powerless.

I believe Earl Black is the same at this moment.

but

Fortunately, those people didn't completely lose their minds, and just assassinated instead of fighting head-on. This result, Wu Lao Xingle agreed.

"Talking"

Begapunk asked suddenly: "How much profit can the smuggling business of the Golden Emperor and the blue ghost Dongli make in a year?"

Xiao wanted to say that he didn't know, but for some reason, he answered the question honestly: "Just what we know, there are at least 400 billion Baileys in a year of net profit. Dongli and the nobles take the small head, and the golden emperor takes the big head. And this is not even the amount of money earned by Earl Black’s shipping industry and Kaido’s arms industry relying on this line. Otherwise, in the worst-case scenario, at least one trillion yuan of profits can be generated every year."

"one trillion"

Rao was psychologically prepared, and Begapunk was also taken aback by this exaggerated figure.

This is not a commercially developed earth, but a sea of ​​chaos!

The profits generated by just one industrial chain exceed one trillion yuan. Looking at this figure, there are only a few large countries that can compare the annual income.

With a wry smile, Begapunk said: "The amount of heavenly gold that the people of Tianlong get from more than 100 participating countries every year is not as good as this figure, right?"

Xiao did not speak again.

Does he want to admit, even just a fraction?

Many franchisees are poor only in ordinary families, and nobles and royal families often occupy more than 70% of the wealth of the society, but even so they are reluctant to continue to squeeze blood and sweat from the poor to cope with the annual gold.

Then use these poor people as chapters, and let the five old stars repeatedly increase the proposal of heavenly gold to be rejected.

That's why it gave the government officials an excuse for corruption.

This gave the Golden Emperor a chance to contact the upper echelons of the government with money.

The world government is rich, but the family has a big business. The annual military expenditure of the navy is a huge sum of money, and the rest is evenly distributed to everyone. Who can get enough?

Especially when you see that other people have less rights than your own but live better than yourself.

Of course, if the golden emperor hadn't integrated too much wealth to attract people's eyes, if the wealth was scattered, everyone would be able to pass by, let alone the second brother.