Abyss Solo-Chapter 169 - 099 Bottom Fishing in Manufacturing_2

Chapter 169: 099 Bottom Fishing in Manufacturing_2

Chapter 169: 099 Bottom Fishing in Manufacturing_2

“Right now, we must ensure three things: protect the livelihoods of the people, maintain production, and stabilize social order.

“Specifically, this means addressing basic necessities like food, electricity, fresh water, heating, and energy. We need to quickly establish a state asset management agency to negotiate with those capitalists who are trying to flee and use every means possible to make them leave their production equipment behind.

“Wake up, Edwan! You’re the expert in this area, and now we must race against time!”

“Huu—”

Edwan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and muttered, “What I care about isn’t the wealthy; it’s the remaining ninety-three percent of the population. I want them to be able to use their money to buy basic necessities. Food is the most critical strategic resource right now.”

“That’s right,” Yang Ming said. “Life might be tough for a while, but it will get better. If social order completely collapses, that’s when we’ll face a real crisis.”

A glimmer appeared in Edwan’s eyes as he frowned, saying, “But our treasury funds are insufficient. We can’t possibly reinvigorate the entire market. Although our country isn’t very large, our manufacturing industry is vast and complex!”

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Yang Ming smirked, saying, “You’ve got plenty of ways to get money. You control a massive amount of wealth yourself.”

“Now that my father is in a coma,” Edwan frowned, “I must get his permission to mobilize the royal assets on a large scale.”

Yang Ming laughed, “The Emperor might not necessarily reject this proposal.”

Edwan’s eyes narrowed slightly, “If I really go through with this, my father might kill me when he wakes up.”

Before Yang Ming could respond, Edwan had already stood up quickly.

“So before my father kills me, I need to complete enough acquisitions!

“If the royal family of Wind can’t support their people during such a time, what’s the point of their existence?

“Yes, I must support my country!”

Edwan’s gaze was now resolute, without any hesitation.

In his view, he saw a group of old, middle-aged, and young officers and soldiers, their eyes burning as they focused on him.

“Uh, this has nothing to do with your military system. I’m here to stabilize the economy and livelihoods, which isn’t something you can solve with laser guns.”

With just one sentence, Edwan extinguished the burgeoning fighting spirit of the soldiers.

“General Fremont! Yang Ming will assist you in continuing with the disaster relief efforts. Minimize the casualties.”

Old Fremont immediately bowed and obeyed, “As you command, my lord.”

“Send someone to bring all the ministers who can still move and think to the palace meeting room as fast as possible.”

“Yes!”

Edwan took out his slowly-restored communication device and sent out over a dozen messages while slowly walking to the command room door.

He opened the door and swiftly left.

As a group of officers were about to lower their heads to continue working, Edwan pushed the door open again, sticking his head in.

“If this kind of talk motivates you, I swear, I will make the New Federation pay for their acts of war!”

An old officer in the corner, holding a cane, shouted excitedly, “Yeah—”

All eyes turned to him, and the old officer sheepishly put down his cane.

Edwan smirked, “Nice support.”

Bang!

Edwan closed the hall door.

Yang Ming almost saw his vigorous figure flying as he left.

That’s the real Edwan.

Yang Ming stretched out his legs, took out a replacement device he had just acquired, a bar-shaped communication terminal, and sent a message to Lyu.

‘Acquire the manufacturing industry, don’t touch the livelihood sector.’

Ding, ding!

‘Got it.’

Yang Ming glanced around and found an empty sofa. He slowly walked over, lay down with mud all over him, and closed his eyes to rest for a while. The surrounding officers and soldiers dared not disturb him.

Ding, ding!

A message from Lyu: ‘Boss, Uncle Haton wants to join in on the acquisitions.’

Yang Ming’s lips twitched into a slight smile, and he quickly typed a reply:

‘Bring him along. This is a big task; the more funds, the better. In exceptional times, use exceptional means. No matter which factories or enterprises we take over, the first priority is to ensure they operate smoothly.’

‘Understood.’

Yang Ming had just closed his eyes for about ten minutes before he got up again.

Edwan couldn’t be bothered with the Old Emperor now; he had to go greet Princess Dana.

…

In the Thought Space, Lyu’s eyes glowed red.

Oh, finally, the boss gave me the authority!

The boss said to acquire, but they barely had any funds to do so, not even an amount comparable to Kolev’s cash flow.

But that’s okay; as long as the boss allows her to use unconventional means, she had plenty of ways to make money.

The most efficient way now would be to use neighboring countries’ banks to acquire Wind’s low-priced quality assets, leveraging comprehensive information advantages to resell them a few times and earn the startup capital.

Lyu didn’t plan to operate with a single line and a single thread.

Nor did she plan to conduct only legal operations.

Her hands moved swiftly as dialogue boxes and transaction interfaces appeared before her.

A company called Molly Miss was quickly registered in Wind’s neighboring country.

…

The Emperor’s palace was heavily guarded by the guards.

When Yang Ming arrived in a change of clothes, the guards blocked him, looking troubled.

“Major, His Majesty hasn’t woken up yet. By the Princess’s orders, no one is allowed to approach.”

“I’m here on Prince Edwan’s orders to assess His Majesty’s health,” Yang Ming said. “I don’t want to cause you any trouble. Please let them know. If the Princess doesn’t allow it, I’ll naturally leave.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.”

The guard bowed and turned to convey the message.

The two rows of mechanical soldiers stood with their heads down, deactivated.

The Old Emperor should be the same, with the True Son’s Brain likely having burnt out many components.

Soon enough, the guard returned with some apology, shaking his head slightly at Yang Ming. Just as Yang Ming was about to leave, a maid opened the palace door, holding an old-fashioned communication terminal in her hands.

“Major Yang Ming! The Princess wishes for you to take a voice call.”

Yang Ming stared intently at the communication terminal before him.

He suddenly realized what Princess Dana was urgently needing.

Electronic components.

Parts to repair the Intelligent Machine Old Emperor.

Princess Dana didn’t let him in, but she wanted him to take orders… And this maid was Dana’s most trusted maid…

Yang Ming realized that two problems were facing him.

First, if the Old Emperor were to wake up soon, all of Edwan’s plans could be obstructed.

Second, if he helped Princess Dana, she might later silence him to cover it up.

Yang Ming wasn’t afraid of Dana, but at this stage, he was rapidly advancing and preferred to avoid any setbacks.

With these thoughts, Yang Ming raised his hand to grab the communication terminal, but his hand came up empty, his eyes lost focus as he stumbled back a few steps, his eyes bloodshot and face pale, breathing heavily.

“Major Yang Ming!”

The guards quickly stepped forward to support Yang Ming.

Yang Ming whispered, “What’s happening to me?”

“Are you exhausted?”

“Possibly,” Yang Ming glanced at the communication terminal in the maid’s hands, “I might need to rest first… cough, cough, let me first take the Princess’s orders.”

“No need,” the maid hurriedly said, “Please rest well first!”

Yang Ming didn’t insist, going to a nearby guard’s break room with the help of two guards.

When it came to acting, he didn’t usually need it, but at critical moments, it was essential.

Yang Ming thought briefly in his heart and, seeing no one around, sent a message to Lyu.

‘Let the Old Emperor sleep for a few more days.’