At half past ten in the morning, in the Ice Blue City Council Hall, a long queue formed at the door of the Prime Minister's office.
"Minister of Foreign Affairs, can you let me in first? I have something urgent to report!" Finance Minister Jed Eisen pulled on the Foreign Minister's sleeve, trying to jump in line.
The latter pushed him away and said angrily, "Whose matter is not urgent? I haven't seen the Prime Minister for two days, and there are a bunch of documents waiting to be signed."
Two full days have passed since the night of the celebration banquet. The Prime Minister seemed to be very drunk and had not been seen for more than forty hours.
"Will the Prime Minister come today?" "Yes, it's almost lunch time." "I'm really anxious."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
While the officials were discussing, several women in black uniforms suddenly burst into the parliament hall. They acted competently and resolutely, and their high heels made the floor clang.
Soon the officials all recognized the identity of the person coming, and they all looked timid and moved to both sides to make way for the passage.
The leading woman is Guihu, the second inquisitor of the Black Prison, and also a confidant of the Prime Minister. Although her status is not high on the surface, she has a great say.
Guihu walked to the office door, grabbed the doorknob, and opened the door a crack with a click.
The door was unlocked, but except for Ghost Fox, no one dared to knock on the door without permission, let alone open the door directly.
Ghost Fox walked in sideways, followed by several female guards from the black prison who blocked everyone's sight. After entering, he turned around and closed the door.
About ten minutes later, the door opened again and the ghost fox walked out. The female prison guard behind her was carrying a stretcher, which was covered with black cloth. She could only tell from the outline that it was a woman, but her face was covered and her identity could not be identified.
"Is he dead or alive?" "Alive, I can feel the spiritual energy fluctuations." "Who is it that dares to offend the Prime Minister!" All the officials whispered to each other, and they were all curious about the identity of the woman on the stretcher.
"Get out of the way!"
The ghost fox frowned and shouted harshly, and the officials immediately dispersed like a school of fish to make way for a wide passage.
In fact, everyone present had seen the woman on the stretcher and was familiar with her. She was a person they talked about and became frightened by.
The number one figure in the Black Prison, Arqiao Mu.
However, at this time, the Black Prison Judge no longer had the majesty of the past. He was as unconscious as a pile of mud and was carried away by his subordinates.
Yes, Aqiaomu was carried away after two days of torture.
In the office at this time, two sisters, Bai Ye Fenghua and Bai Ye Liufang, were busy packing and cleaning.
They even put down their status as princesses and knelt on the floor like maids, wiping the floor with wet towels to clean away the residue.
Half an hour later, the messy office was tidied up and clean. The two women sprayed it with air freshener again to avoid leaving any odor.
After cleaning up, the two women went out one after another. Although there were many officials outside, they were not worried about causing criticism. One of them is the commander-in-chief and the other is the supreme commander of the garrison. It is normal for them to talk secretly with the Prime Minister all night long.
Besides, it depends on the person you talk to. On one side is the Prime Minister, and on the other side are the eldest princess Baiye and the second princess. Even if you have doubts in your heart, you won't think about it and make fun of your own life.
"We're done talking, you can go in."
Bai Ye Liufang, who was following Bai Ye Fenghua, said something to the foreign minister who was first in line. The latter suddenly beamed, opened the door handle, raised his feet and was about to walk in.
But at this moment, the thin Minister of Finance rushed out from behind and got in first, making the Minister of Foreign Affairs stare in anger.
"Your Excellency, Prime Minister, soybean futures have doubled recently and may exceed twelve gold coins per ton." After a simple greeting, the Finance Minister said with a solemn expression.
"Soybean futures?" Chen Xing asked doubtfully. As a mercenary, he is not sensitive to the economy.
But the Finance Minister didn't seem to realize this and continued, "Cotton, corn, and fuel oil have all increased by more than 70 percent."
"Speak simply." Chen Xing said.
"I'm worried that if raw materials continue to rise like this, it will trigger a new round of financial turmoil and eventually lead to the Great Depression." said the Finance Minister.
Chen Xing finally understood. Although he did not major in economics in his first life, he was also a market manager and knew what the Great Depression, that is, the economic crisis, was like.
It's like there are three people, a farmer, a porter, and a cook. Farmers grow vegetables and sell them, porters charge transportation fees, and chefs process the vegetables and sell them again. All three of them worked hard and were paid to buy cooked food.
The economic crisis is a huge chaos in the market. The vegetables grown by farmers cannot be sold, porters have no money to refuel, and chefs have no vegetables to process. The three people have lost the mutually beneficial relationship under economic rules, and no one produces social value. .
Because the Red Country fell into civil war, the economy began to decline, and when the decline reached a certain level, it would trigger an economic crisis.
Generally speaking, countries on Earth can alleviate economic stress by printing money.
But the red earth world is different. There is only one currency in the world, and it is physical currency. No country can issue currency independently.
The currency is uniformly minted and managed by the World Bank, which also has the only gold mining rights in the world.
But in exchange, the World Bank provides loans to countries to ease economic pressure.
However, this loan is not unlimited. Once a serious economic crisis occurs, the World Bank can only extend its life through blood transfusions, but cannot fundamentally solve the problem.
"Do you have any suggestions?" Chen Xing knew nothing about economics and could only ask for advice.
“Develop a policy that can stimulate the economy and then negotiate with people from the World Bank,” the finance minister said.
Chen Xing thought for a while and said, "Let's talk about your thoughts to the commander-in-chief and see what she thinks."
Chen Xing kicked the ball, but there was nothing he could do about it. Professional matters should be left to professionals. According to the development of the previous life, Bai Yefenghua solved all problems, so leaving it to her is "complying with destiny".
After the Finance Minister left, Chen Xing met with a group of officials. Problems that can be solved will be solved, and problems that cannot be solved will be kicked out to Bai Yefenghua.
"Boss, I suddenly discovered that handling national affairs seems to be easier than matters in Orchid Town." Xiao Yang looked excited, as if he had discovered a new world.
"Of course." Chen Xing crossed his legs, "The bigger the official, the easier it is to do things."
"Then, then..." Xiao Yang hesitated for a while and asked, "Then can I be an official?"
Chen Xing tilted his neck and glanced at Xiao Yang, as if looking at a fool, "Are you no longer an official now? You are the assistant to the prime minister, a very big official!"
"But, but..." Xiao Yang looked more and more embarrassed.
"But what, say it!" Chen Xing shouted.
Xiao Yang was trembling with fright and said, "They said that I am a bitch."
"Who is it!" Chen Xing raised his eyebrows. Who has the courage to say that the Prime Minister's assistant is a loser? Then wouldn't the Prime Minister be a loser!
"On the Internet, on the Internet..." Xiao Yang stuttered.
Yes, no matter which world you are in, as long as there is the Internet, there will be no shortage of Internet trolls.
"Open the screen and let me see who they are!"
