The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

John Kent looked troubled, "Your Majesty, China's attitude is very tough this time. They also said that they have no way to control the business practices of enterprises, and they do not want to control it."

"Hmph, China is becoming more and more lawless!" Charles III angrily threw the tennis ball in his hand forward.

"David, can't we mention the domestic price limit? Should we change it?"

Finance Minister David Lewis explained: "Your Majesty, it takes a long time from the submission of the proposal, through discussion, to final implementation. As you know, the efficiency of our country..."

A corgi grabbed the tennis ball and held it in its mouth.

He ran towards Charles III happily.

It stopped in front of Charles III.

He wiggled his butt crazily, as if asking for credit.

Charles III's face darkened.

Lifting his leg, he directly kicked the corgi in front of him wagging his tail to take credit.

The puppy flew seven or eight meters in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

I was stunned by it all of a sudden.

A whimpering cry came from his mouth.

"Trash, a bunch of rubbish! Great Britain has been ruined by you bunch of rubbish. Everything needs to be discussed by the Parliament. The country is on the verge of prosperity and destruction, and you still have to fucking discuss it."

No one in the garden dared to say anything.

Silently lectured by King Charles III.

"Companies are almost dying. What's wrong with raising prices? Do we have to watch national enterprises collapse?"

"But... if energy continues to rise, the people will not be able to bear it. This winter will be a severe cold that is rare in a century. If the energy rises again, people will not have money to pay for heating bills, and many people will freeze to death, Your Majesty." Minister of Finance. whispered

Charles III pulled the other party's head in front of him.

The two of them had their foreheads touching.

"What's the use of keeping untouchables who can't even afford a little heating bill? Are they becoming national moths? Today's Great Britain is just too good to moths and makes their lives too easy, so they don't want to make progress and stay where they are. Even Not even a single 5G technology can be manufactured, which would be a disgrace to our ancestors. In the end, it is up to me, a powerless king, to fight against China."

"That's right, instead of clinging to those national bugs, it's better to open the price limit and let our companies survive first." Tim Kevandi echoed.

"You..." The finance minister's face turned red with anger.

"Stop arguing." Charles III growled.

Everyone fell silent.

"Tom!" cried Charles III.

The patriarch of the Vincent family, Tom Vincent, took a step closer.

"Now there is only oil that has not increased in price. No matter how rich the Chinese are, they cannot buy a state-owned oil company. You must have a good relationship with Saudi Arabia and always pay attention to international oil prices."

Tom Vincent bowed, "Your Majesty, please rest assured that I have a close relationship with the Saudi royal family. There will definitely be no problem with Great Britain's oil supply. Now that the international oil price is stable, I believe that within a year, Great Britain's oil price will definitely stabilize at a level that can On a level of acceptance.”

As soon as this word comes out.

Charles III was furious.

With one mouthful, he slapped me, "Farke, Tom, do you think I'm a fool?"

Tom Vincent wondered, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?"

Charles III's eyelids twitched.

The butler beside him handed a stack of information to Tom Vincent.

The other party took the information and unfolded it.

Suddenly, a chill ran down my back.

What he has in his hands is a piece of confidential information.

The content of the material is the itinerary of the King of Saudi Arabia.

One afternoon, the King of Saudi Arabia arranged a small meeting.

The person who met was named Qin Chuan.

"This this..."

"People have already started to contact the King of Saudi Arabia, but you still act calm and calm in front of me. Tom, you disappoint me so much."

"Your Majesty, I..." Tom faltered.

Charles III glanced at him sideways, "Now that the country is in trouble, you went to that young woman's island of a wealthy American businessman to have fun. Do you still have the country and me as the king in your eyes?"

Tom swished, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Going to Young Women's Island by yourself is a very cautious and secret matter.

How could this old man know?

"Hey, Tom, how does it feel to be a young woman?" A lewd voice came from not far away.

Tom looked up and saw, "You bastard Zhu Wan! It was you who told the secret in front of His Majesty."

Zhu Wan walked towards Tom with steps as if he would not recognize his relatives.

"Tom, from today on, you hand over your Vincent's oil business to the Howard family. You go back to your country farm to retire."

Tom was struck by lightning.

"Your Majesty, our Vincent family has been running the oil business for nearly a hundred years. We can't just change people."

"Are you teaching the King how to behave?"

bang...

Tom didn't have time to speak.

Zhu Wan had already pulled out his gun.

Hit him with a headshot.

Blood splattered on everyone now.

"Fack..."

"Gift crab..."

"my Lord..."

Everyone at the scene yelled obscenities and accused Juwan Howard.

"Juwan, what are you doing!"

"You are so rude."

"He is the patriarch of the Vincent family!"

Only Charles III looked calm, his eyes slightly narrowed, half-smiling.

The butler walked slowly to Charles III's side.

He leaned over and whispered to him, "Your Majesty, the plane has taken off, and the route is the same as the intelligence provided."

When Charles III heard this, he smiled evilly.

He threw the tennis ball in his hand again.

Corgis surrounding their companions.

Immediately abandon the dying companion.

A swarm of swarms ran to grab the ball.

"Don't worry about Daqin International, just send a dog."

bell bell bell...

The urgent phone alarm rang in an empty tent.

In the big tent, a man wearing dark green clothes put down the playing cards in his hand.

Stretch out your big, hairy hands.

Lifting the phone, the handle was pressed to his ear.

His legs were crossed and placed on the wooden desk.

"Hey."

"I've taken off from China. I'll send all the relevant flight information to your email."

"understood."

"We will not admit this matter, whether it is successful or not, and you and I have not talked on the phone."

"I understand the rules, but what I want..."

"Once it's done, your whole family can immigrate to Great Britain, and 1000 million pounds will be deposited in your Swiss bank."

"I also want a house and a car." The man temporarily increased the price.

The other party didn't seem surprised and said calmly, "Do you think my master can't afford it?"

"Hahahaha, happy to cooperate."

"Beep beep..." The other party did not answer and chose to hang up the phone directly.

The man put down the phone in his hand and stretched.

"General, it's your turn to play your cards." Someone at the card table reminded in a low voice.

The man's eyes were cold and he kicked the card table over.

"Play your mother's card and get out, the plane is coming."

Several people in the room immediately dropped their decks of cards.

He ran out of the big tent in despair.

The man lit a cigar and took a deep breath.

Then, he opened the curtain of the big tent and walked outside.

Then slowly exhale the smoke.

Not far away, the setting sun dyed most of the sky red.

There was a wide open space in front of him.

Pairs and groups of people are busy practicing.

From time to time, several armored vehicles drove past him.

The man looked at the familiar scene in front of him and sighed, "I can finally leave this hellish place."