blackstone code

Chapter 1851 High pressure rule
Commander-in-chief Peng Jieo, who was about to leave the palace, suddenly stopped, and he looked at a small stand beside the aisle.

Crimson wood with gold strokes, that's not gold but a gold paint.

Sometimes things are magical, like people's obsession with gold.

For example, people will invariably make gold paint!
This is not just because of its color problem. When the smelting technology was not developed, copper and brass performed much better than gold with low purity in terms of color.

But people still use gold for various utensils instead of brass.

It is not the gold paint that makes the commander-in-chief stop, but the stand itself.

It was a four-legged stand that looked about 1.2 meters in length. It was a typical Gafra medieval style, with beautiful craftsmanship in luxury.

He walked to the stand and picked up a vase on it with his hand, which looked very beautiful.

But his attention stayed on the tabletop of the stand.

He touched the embossed lines formed by the long-term placed items, and compared it with the vase in his hand, his expression became serious.

sorry.

He put the vase back, and it was a little smaller. It was obvious that the vase was not placed here.

Emperor Penteo didn't order to start moving the palace, so they kept the original appearance of the palace as much as possible, and then they took photos to keep the archives.

After the domestic news comes, they will dismantle the things here and send back the part selected by His Majesty the Emperor.

Then, not far from the Imperial Palace of Penteio, a small palace was built according to the prototype in the photo to prove the empire's conquest of it!
From the moment the landing ship landed, everything in this country is the wealth of the empire!
Right under his nose, someone stole the things here, stole the wealth belonging to the empire.

"Send the Secretary of War over here."

The commander-in-chief knew very well that if anyone had the ability to steal what was inside, it must be someone with a lot of power.

He heard that the Minister of War had controlled all the passages of the palace before he arrived, and besides him, it is impossible for more people to do such a thing.

The Minister of War came here soon, and he is now working in the palace, responsible for assisting Penteio's army to further search for the wealth of the empire.

He didn't know what happened, and he felt a little uneasy.

"The Commander-in-Chief..."

The Commander-in-Chief gave him a sideways look, "Follow me."

As he spoke, he walked towards the flower stand between the two stands. Behind the flower stand was an oil painting.

He stood in front of the oil painting and looked at it for a while, then reached out and touched the oil painting.

Just such a small action made the Minister of War break out in a cold sweat!
Oil painting, the accumulation of colors, is not a plane art of smearing, but an art of oil accumulation.

The surface of the paint, which is obviously higher than the canvas, has solidified and hardened, but as the Commander pressed it hard, it gradually collapsed and deformed, and the solidified paint on the surface also began to crack.

He glanced sideways at the Minister of War again, and walked to the next stand.

This time, he didn't even need to look carefully to see that the thing on the stand was just a worthless handicraft.

Although handicrafts and works of art overlap in essence, handicrafts are handicrafts and can never become works of art.

It directly smashed the handicraft to the ground!
At this moment, he turned to look at the Minister of War, "I need an explanation."

The Minister of War remained silent. It was the best choice not to speak at this time.

Say you don't know?

Then maybe the commander-in-chief will ask him to investigate and give him a deadline.

If he "can't find it", maybe there will be a worse result.

Apologize for that?

This is not a good choice either. Since you have chosen to surrender, you still want to profit from it. This is neither cunning nor smart.

This is fucking courting death!
The best way for him to answer now is to remain silent. Given his current importance, at least the Commander-in-Chief will not embarrass him too much.

After all, it was somewhat troublesome to find another person who could replace him.

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and the commander-in-chief's gaze stayed on the Minister of War. He was under a lot of pressure!

Fortunately, he made the right bet, and the commander-in-chief quickly looked away and continued to walk outside.

"The federation announced that Fula stopped the settlement. Our original plan fell through, but this is not important."

"Do you know the new order I issued this morning?"

He refers to the confiscation of all valuable things from the people, gold, silver, jewelry, artwork, anything before!

Even some luxury cars were driven to the port, ready to be transported back to the country.

The Secretary of War nodded, "Yes, I heard that."

The commander-in-chief stopped and turned to look at him. The whip in his hand was pressed on the shoulder of the Minister of War. "Don't do things that you regret."

"To collect these things as soon as possible, then we can't wait too long!"

The Secretary of State for War bowed his head.

"Go to work, there will be some time to rest in the future!"

After the Minister of War left, the commander-in-chief looked at his adjutant, "Call together all the painters in this city, including the painters of the royal family."

"And those artisans who make art, I want to know who is stealing the wealth of the empire!"

The adjutant took orders to leave.

In fact, these works of art are not necessary for the commander-in-chief. The price of works of art during the war can almost be described as cheap!

Just like now, there are no other prices for the authentic works of these works of art in the palace.

But it's one thing to be worthless, quite another to have someone steal them!

He vaguely believed that the Minister of War must have done this, but there was no evidence for it, but he thought that was the case.

He also heard from other sources that the Minister of War once said the "preservation theory". He believed that the temporary refuge was to preserve his strength.

After the end of the war in the future, the country's strength can be restored more quickly.

Originally, the commander-in-chief was not interested in what he said, or he didn't care.

A traitor will always have thousands of reasons to justify his betrayal, and he will not let those who betrayed this country lose their last fig leaf if they cooperate with him.

But now, he must make the Secretary of War understand that he has done a stupid thing——

If he is the thief!

The Minister of War who came out of the palace was obviously a little annoyed. His little thoughts were discovered, and of course it was also because everything happened too fast.

He didn't have much time to prepare, less than a month before and after. In such a short period of time, he actually couldn't reproduce all the works of art well.

Except for the top ones, the others can basically only be said to look like, but are essentially imitation handicrafts.

He also has a sense of urgency at the same time, he is not sure if there will be any mistakes in this matter in the end, after all, there are too many things involved in it.

He has taken care of everything he thinks should be taken care of, and the rest can only be left to God's will!

Over the course of four days, the vaults of the Royal Bank of Guafra were opened.

The moment the door opened, everyone held their breath.

In Gafla, the largest national bank is the Royal Bank, from commoners to nobles, and even the royal family, all store their wealth here.

It is said to have the strongest vaults in the world, and it does.

The special alloy technology made it take four days for the demolition team to punch a hole in the vault.

Countless gold bricks were placed neatly together, and each gold brick was pressed with the numbers of the Royal Bank of Guevra, and the purity was already four or forty.

Each pile consists of one hundred pieces, arranged in a staggered manner, where you can see piles of gold bricks, and the entire treasury is smudged with gold.

The commander-in-chief quickly came to his senses, "Arrange someone to pack the boxes immediately, and no problems are allowed. These things must be sent back as soon as possible."

"Check out what's left in the safe, send the valuable ones back, and destroy the worthless ones..."

With so much gold, it should be enough for the empire to temporarily relieve the economic pressure!
On the ground, new city management policies are being broadcast over loudspeakers.

In the new policy, it is required that all the doors of the dormitory where everyone lives cannot be locked, and all doors and windows are only allowed to be fully open or fully closed.

Doors and windows are not allowed to be half-closed, and it is not allowed to stand casually behind windows, doorways and other shadows and blind spots that are not easy to be found.

If someone does that, the patrolling soldiers on the street can kill them at any time!
In addition, from now on, the city will completely cut off water supply and supply electricity in stages.

Each household registers and declares to receive drinking water according to the population. All wells must be actively destroyed and sealed, and it is forbidden to take water from the river.

Anyone who violates the drinking water regulations will be executed directly...

A large number of new high-pressure policies suppress the ordinary people. Not only do they not get much living security, but they also have to work voluntarily.

Whether it is men, women, the elderly, or even children, they all have to work in exchange for limited food.

The sky above the entire Gafra is like a thick dark cloud, which not only blocks the sun, but also tightly binds people's hearts!
Desperation, depression, and lifelessness are what are shown here and now.

The Minister of War has obviously become a thorn in people's eyes. He asked the Army to cooperate with the Penteo people to suppress and control the Gefra people.

People actually hated the Minister of War and the Army more than they hated the Penteo invaders.

In order to ensure that the interests of the Army as a whole are not excessively violated, under the coordination of the Minister of War, each city has designated a special zone.

Families of Army members can move into the special zone, they can keep their private property, unlimited supply of water, food and electricity, and no labor is required.

The Minister of War knew very well that this was a trap set by the Penteo people, but he had to bite the bullet and step into it.

He has no choice!

(End of this chapter)