Chapter 117: 071 Hello, Captain
“Oh, you’re actually coming back to sleep tonight?”
In the villa at the corner of the chemical plant.
Wearing a silk velvet nightgown, old Kolev stared at Yang Ming, who was beaming with joy, his old face full of disdain.
“Let me think, my dear nephew, who was it that once told me, noblewomen are all untrustworthy?”
“Yes, I did say that.”
Yang Ming unbuttoned his shirt and replied with a smile, “Miss Windsor is different. Although she isn’t exactly gentle, her straightforward personality is indeed very charming.”
Kolev scolded, “Do you think I was never young? In our eyes, does a woman’s charm have anything to do with her personality?”
“Uncle, that’s too one-sided. Personality is a major bonus and can influence one’s aura.”
After Yang Ming finished speaking, he blinked, and Kolev tactfully stopped nagging about this topic.
People say that the longer you spend time together, the more you unconsciously mimic each other’s habits.
Kolev and Yang Ming were just like that.
Yang Ming took a bottle of soda from the fridge. Kolev held a freshly brewed cup of Calming Tea, and the two sat synchronously at the ends of the long sofa, crossing their legs, sinking into the backrest, taking a sip of their drinks, and squinting with two sighs.
“This is life,” Kolev’s eyes were full of reminiscence.
“Miss Windsor’s figure is really not bad,” Yang Ming’s voice was filled with yearning.
Kolev frowned and said, “You have a crush on this noble young lady? She is the only daughter of the Minister of Finance, who is a staunch supporter of the Third Prince, while you are now with the Second Prince.”
“That’s right,” Yang Ming added, “That’s why I am so focused on this girl. Of course, her personal charisma is always my primary motivation for pursuing her.”
Kolev pondered for a while, “I must remind you, feelings entangled with political games often end in tragedy.”
“That’s why I’ll strive to give this young lady a romantic relationship.”
A few gleams flickered in Yang Ming’s eyes, and he whispered,
“We already won the first battle with the New Federation CIA.
“Although it will get harder from now on, for now, at least while the Sherman Empire’s influence takes effect, it’s my golden period to advance.
“Every game has its own rules. The noble circle of the Luofeng Empire is the same.
“The Third Prince did not save the Minister of Finance’s life. There exists a delicate balance in the minister’s alignment between the princes, with the real power behind it being the Old Emperor.
“Why don’t we make a bet, Uncle Haton.”
“How about betting?” Kolev immediately became interested.
“In the next two or three months, the Second Prince will gain the Old Emperor’s favor, the Third Prince will be suppressed, the First Prince will choose to avoid the limelight, and one to two of the twelve ministers will switch to support the Second Prince.”
Yang Ming paused in his speech and continued,
“Also, don’t underestimate the Second Prince, he is the most suitable candidate in the Old Emperor’s mind.”
“Lyu said so,” Yang Ming shrugged, “I’m just a genuine human, limited brainpower, can’t analyze so many issues all at once.”
Kolev clicked his tongue, “I handle business; you deal with politics—that division isn’t too bad.”
“You are wrong, Uncle,” Yang Ming replied slowly, “I’m not interested in politics.”
“My interest is to gain the management rights of a planet and run it as my private domain, which I am currently achieving through politics. It’s like using a tool.”
Yang Ming replied slowly,
“I prefer influencing the Luofeng Empire through controlling the military.
“Just like now, the royal family is restrained everywhere, the military is lawless, with fleets and cannons, only then is there strength to confront.”
Kolev slowly sipped his Calming Tea and pondered carefully for a long time.
“Sticking to your goals is fine, but… Yang Ming, remember one thing, consider this a piece of advice from someone who has been through it.”
“Okay, Uncle, I’m listening carefully.”
“Don’t ever let yourself be consumed by your desires,” Kolev replied slowly, “You need to be constantly vigilant, as power is the greatest desire and also the fiercest poison that corrodes the human heart.”
Yang Ming nodded silently.
Another day of being lectured by the deputy captain.
That night before sleeping, Yang Ming’s mind was filled with images of dancing with Miss Windsor.
The two of them got along quite well; before the banquet ended, they even spent some time on the balcony on the second floor.
For this impure, interest-laden relationship between a man and a woman, Yang Ming felt an inexplicable anticipation.
“Lyu, help me investigate the unit I need to report to tomorrow and organize a dossier on my superiors. Give it to me by tomorrow morning.”
“Boss, the deputy captain has many superiors.”
“Help me sort out all of them,” Yang Ming smiled, “If we can find something we can hold over them, that would be even better.”
“Understood, goodnight boss.”
The lights in the bedroom slowly dimmed.
Yang Ming gradually slipped into a shallow sleep.
In the living room, Kolev, wearing glasses, meticulously reviewed the projected shareholding prospectus, deciding on the next candidates for investment holding.
The old pirate leader had a somewhat ominous feeling.
He would become increasingly busy.
Early in the morning, the Third Prince was in a particularly foul mood.
His second brother, who had, in his early years, lost his right to the throne for angering their father, had, in the past half month, “come back to life” and became one of the candidates for the Crown Prince.
Those troublemaking New Federation Agents had given Edwan a perfect opportunity to make a comeback!
The Third Prince forcefully threw down the documents in his hand, and the noblemen, officials, and generals standing ahead kept their heads down, not daring to breathe loudly.