Iron-blooded Sister-in-law

As soon as Shiranui was mentioned, Akashi, who was planning to bite the "bottom line", immediately looked wrong.

"She has already applied for the opportunity to come to Vladi, I think you should get along well—"

"Meow!!! 5% is 5% meow!! I recognize meow——"

Akashi was shocked to realize that Dake was not a guy who had no concept of business at all—she thought that Dake had been a naval soldier for a long time, and he no longer knew how to play with money.

Now it seems that I still take it for granted. Anyone who can play with navigation equipment is quite sensitive to numbers.

Standing by the table, Befa held the dinner plate and witnessed Akashi being ripped off by Da Ke all the time, and couldn't restrain his smile anymore.

So much so that she almost spilled the fish soup.

"Who gave the commander such an idea for such a stingy and sophisticated plan, meow..."

With drooping ears, Akashi wanted to leave the dinner, but was dragged back by Dake, and pressed down on the stool next to Dake in confusion.

"Don't be in a hurry, go back after eating."

It seems that Grandet's face and face just now were all about acting, Da Ke pushed Akashi over with a plate of dried fish.

"Think, it would be naive to try to buy Akashi with this cheap food, meow!"

Even though she said so, she felt a little bit better about being cheated. With the dried fish in her mouth, the frequency of her tail swinging behind her became much faster.

"I know that for you, many rules are unreasonable. This is the gap between the environment we live in and the education we receive-but you are smart enough, Comrade Akashi, you may wish to compare the set of transactions you have pursued in the past The difference between the rules and the rules I force you to use now will tell you which is better. We're still at war—"

Ended the topic with a meaningful sentence, Dake stopped talking, and ate quietly, and Akashi, after hearing the word "war", rolled her eyeballs, and nodded her tail as if she had figured out something. Li, although still a little annoyed, finally reluctantly accepted Dake's request.

After dinner, the Kremlin wiped the salt from his mouth, and was about to go back to the tent to see the progress of the deal between St. Louis and Washington, but was stopped by Tirpitz.

The Queen of the North still maintained that expression that seemed to be thinking all the time, but her eyes fell on Dake's sea soul shirt, and her attention was captured by his chest muscles.

"Speak up, Comrade Tirpitz."

"...The degree of freedom you gave Akashi is a bit low. If she is not motivated enough, what should I do if she quits?"

"I hinted that she could get the right to build and operate similar canteens across the country."

"..." Tizi was not surprised when he heard the words, but raised his chest and looked up, trying to see some stains in Dake's clean eyes.

But there was nothing distracting in his eyes.

"If it's national, 5% - that's okay... No, it's too much - I've read the book you gave me - by your definition, personal income should be suppressed."

"The main way to determine whether a person belongs to the same class is to see whether the other party has the means of production, but Akashi does not have the means of production, and I also cut off her idea of ​​​​owning the means of production."

Dak explained:

"And I am more assured that she manages these things—after all, she is a ship girl, her nature is not bad, and it is much better to hand it over to her than to those speculators, and whether it is the ship girl's consumption or human consumption, it will be used for the country to do better. Large-scale economic construction forms a virtuous circle.”

"It sounds simple, but do you have a more detailed plan?"

"It depends on you and your supernatural powers. St. Louis is better at identifying the actual value of luxury goods, and she can give a pertinent figure that satisfies everyone in terms of pricing."

Dake took off his hat, feeling that his hair was too long, and it was oily after being bored for a long time.

"No one can be deprived of the right to pursue a better life and material affluence, so only a luxury tax is charged, but it will not eliminate luxury goods."

"...It's different from what I imagined, but there seems to be nothing wrong with your method." Grace's eyes widened slightly.

"It's nothing more than the predecessors planting trees, and the descendants enjoy the shade."

Dake shook his head, pushed his hat back, frowned and said, "I have to get a haircut."

"...Why?" Tizi paused.

"It's too troublesome to wash, and if I don't cut it, Comrade Befa will spend an extra 5 minutes a day to take care of it for me-rather than wasting her time..."

"No."

Tizi didn't know why he objected with a somewhat strong tone, but the words slipped away like this, and it was too late to regret.

Seeing Da Ke's surprised expression, she suppressed her embarrassment and continued: "A person's mental outlook is inseparable from his hair—your hairstyle was trimmed by Befa after consulting many colleagues. Yes, it involved a lot of hard work."

"I think this thing still depends on personal habits..." Dake scratched his cheek, feeling that Tirpitz today is a bit evil: "And it's really a waste of time."

"I thought you didn't agree with Peter's harsh time theory."

"It's very much in favor of the war and work, if it's a rest-or forget it. . . What does it have to do with Peter? I don't want to cut my hair because of her influence."

Dake couldn't figure out Tizi's attitude, so he opened his panel cautiously—it hadn't been used for a long time, and he even became a little rusty in mobilizing it.

"..."

Tirpitz - Favorability 100.

... did I do anything?

Dake's eyes were full of doubts.

He asked himself how many times he hadn't accompanied Tizi, and he didn't even express his kindness to her, but he often interacted with her in the high-intensity work.

He also thought that he assigned a very heavy workload to the other party, and often rejected her suggestions, which would negatively increase his favorability——

But it now appears that the other party clearly does not care about those rejected proposals.

"...I thought you hated me."

"Why did you say that all of a sudden?" Grape was stunned for a moment, and then her face heated up, but because she always looked like she couldn't tolerate high temperatures in summer, her complexion hardly changed—even in relatively cool areas at high latitudes.

"Because you rarely smile in front of me." Dake said dryly.

To be precise, I have always been cold and not very involved in activities.

"I don't laugh because I don't think there is anything worth laughing about, not because I hate you."

Tizi then held his chin and acted as if thinking: "You are asking this, is it because I did something that bothered you? Or is it not polite enough when I usually report?"

"No... probably just my illusion. Sorry."

Da Ke wanted to end the topic—he had to cut his hair anyway, no matter how much the girls tried to persuade him.

"...I understand. In order to dispel your doubts, I hope you will spare some time tonight and let's chat alone."

Seeing that Dake wanted to run away, Tizi gave a light voice: "I haven't made a similar request yet, but as a member of the fleet, I hope you don't take me too special. I also need someone who can confide in me." Heartfelt friend."

Her face returned to normal, although she still didn't smile.

"Then I'd love to—really, we don't seem to have much private conversation."

Da Ke agreed: "I will go to you after work is over at 09:30?"

"Let's go back to Sedanka at that time. It's more suitable for chatting there. There are more mosquitoes in the wild and in the old city this season, which is easy to spoil the fun."

"it is good."

Da Ke still didn't understand what the word "disappointment" refers to, but the raisin who turned around unconsciously cupped his chest again, and swept his fingertips along the ridges of his clothes under his armpit, feeling the texture of the fabric. A special touch, as if confirming something.

Fitting, precise and elegant, purposeful, as Deutsche Mechine always is—but not entirely unkind, and Raisi was pleased with it.

As for Dake, since he didn't activate his spiritual perception, he naturally didn't know the girl's profound thoughts.

After thinking about it for a moment, he still decided not to tell Beffa and Peter about his future arrangements.

Walking to Thorin's tent, he tapped on the side post to signal his visit, then he went in with his head down, and found that this man was busy breaking up the soldiers and reorganizing them.

"Comrade Kremlin, please sit down. Every time you have something to do, you don't have to come here in person, just ask someone to let you know." Putting down his cigarette and list, Sorin was curious about Dake's sudden idle state.

"Comrade Sorin—would you mind helping me find a comrade who can shave my head?" Da Ke cut to the point.

"Shaving your head...isn't there anyone on your side who knows how to do this?"

Sorin was a little puzzled and embarrassed, thinking that Da Ke was looking for a guy with a lot of skills:

"Is it your haircut—or the soldiers' hair?"

"Take care of me, the most important thing is not to let those girls know... Just find someone who can flatten your hair with a clipper—"

"Huh??" Thorin almost buckled the ashtray.

"People in the moon, magician, 23 years old"

"I, Immortal Red Kite, the Oldest True Monarch of Tevat"

Chapter 232 Checkmate——

When they walked out of Sorin's camp, the ship girls looked at Da Ke as if the whole world had collapsed.

The first voyage war just finished the patrol, and the fox tail stood upright, as if seeing a piece of exquisite porcelain scratched, and as if someone was impassively painting and revising the manuscript with lines, full of pity, sorrow, and incomprehension complex emotions.

Dake felt that with the rich layers of their spiritual world—it was completely possible to write down their feelings into words and provide them to Frederick the Great. Maybe the woman could use this as a basis to create a score of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

And these made him a little unbearable to watch, and his concentration increased several levels after he got in the car of St. Louis and Befa.

The head maid sitting in the co-pilot even reached out with trembling hands and stroked Dake's hair, which was almost a third of his finger length left.

There are still words in the mouth——

"Hair...my hair..."

It's not that you lost your hair, why are you so sad.

Although he thought so in his heart, after Dake looked away and saw Z-23's expression about to cry, he was still too embarrassed to say anything sarcastic. He didn't expect that it was just a change of hairstyle. Can cause so much psychological damage to girls.

"Who the hell did it to you—"

"I asked for it myself."

"..." Befa seemed to have been shocked in his cognition, and the whole person was silent for nearly a minute, then turned his head away, unable to bear to look again.

She does respect Da Ke's ideas, but some things can easily change a person's image-more important than clothes.

No matter how much effort she put into maintaining that hair, Kremlin's priority was "convenience" rather than preserving her effort.

So she's kind of pissed off.

This is the first time that the head maid is angry with Da Ke, and she didn't show it, but the substantial resentment still made her chest rise and fall a little bit, even Da Ke, who didn't actively observe Belfer, could feel it The range of motion of her peaks was different than usual.

"...I don't think this hairstyle is ugly..."

The man scratched his cheek, feeling guilty.

"Yes, it's not ugly, but everything on you represents the face of the fleet, so you should cherish it—"

Befa's tone of voice was filled with rare grief and indignation. It sounded like a mother seeing her own son dressed up as a coal bastard, wishing to reach out and grab his head, find a plastic mannequin to reinstall, and then dress up again .