Chapter 420
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"Master, the cage you want to build is cast." Kroen went upstairs to report to Dudian.
Dudian nodded slightly. His eyes didn't leave the book: "Let Sergei send it to the giant wall. Moreover, call patriarch Fulin to come over. There are important things to discuss."
"Yes, master."
Kroen turned away.
Ryan family's carriage stopped in front of the castle after half a day. Old Fulin and Sander got off together. There were three knight attendants. One was a gold knight and two were silver knights.
"Weapons are not allowed in the hall." Neuss who was on duty at the door stopped them.
The three knights frowned and turned to look at Old Fulin.
Old Fulin nodded.
The three knights frowned but still took off their weapons and handed them to Neuss.
"Patriarch Fulin, please. Master has been waiting for you for a long time." Kroen invited Old Fulin in a humble manner.
Old Fulin nodded and indicated that the three knights didn't need to follow him. He held Sander's wrist and asked him to help him to go upstairs.
Sander hesitated but silently helped Old Fulin.
Kroen opened the door and looked at Dudian: "Master, patriarch Fulin has arrived."
"You go out first." Dudian didn't look up.
Kroen nodded and gestured to Old Fulin and Dudian to enter the room. He quietly closed the door and waited for them to enter the room.
"It's so warm here." Old Fulin looked at the fireplace and smiled at Dudian.
Dudian used a pen to make a mark on the paper. He folded the corner and closed the book. He looked at Old Fulin who was sitting on the sofa and Sander who was standing next to him. He smiled: "Patriarch, I haven't seen you for a few days. How are you?"
"I'm quite healthy." Old Fulin laughed and leaned his crutches against the sofa. He looked at Dudian: "I heard that you had a friction with the Brandon family yesterday. Do you need me to help you settle it?"
"That's not why I called you here." Dean smiled, got up and tightened his coat. He came to the sofa and sat down. He took out the tea leaves from the drawer under the coffee table. He picked up the thermal teapot and gently brewed a cup of tea. First he washed the tea, shook it and brewed it. He poured the water into the tea gutter and filtered it into the sink under the table. Then he filled it with tea. The fragrance of the tea was refreshing.
Old Fulin was surprised: "If your hair wasn't black, I would have suspected that you were born in a noble family."
Dean smiled and poured himself a cup: "Everyone can learn etiquette. If the library is open to civilians, then the so-called 'untouchables' in the eyes of the aristocracy will be much less."
Old Fulin smiled but didn't reply.
Dean didn't intend to talk about this matter in depth. He went straight to the point: "Patriarch, how is the recovery of the Mellon consortium?"
"Everyone pushes the wall when it's down." Old Fulin took a sip of tea and whispered: "Under your banner, the aristocrats of the Mellon consortium have withdrawn their investment and joined our consortium. But a small part of them have been poached by other consortiums. As for the rest, they won't be able to resist for long. They have framed you and caused public anger. So the people have boycotted all the industries under the Mellon consortium. You know, if you don't make a profit then it's equal to a loss. If they continue to lose money then they will soon collapse."
Dean nodded: "What about the Mel family?"
"That old guy George went to prison. There is no way to bail him out. The prestige of Mel family is not as good as it used to be. It has changed from a bright star to a dim meteorite overnight. The only shining sparks are the friction caused by the rapid fall." Old Fulin smiled: "The Mellon consortium is completely unable to make a comeback. The Mel family is preparing to declare bankruptcy and start all over again."
Dean nodded: "We have to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!"
Old Fulin looked at him: "I will."
"After stabilizing the industries of the Mellon consortium, we will manage it well." Dean took a sip of his tea: "From now on I won't provide any practical help to the consortium. Everything will depend on you, patriarch."
Old Fulin was startled: "This … Why?"
Sandro, who was at the side, was also taken aback. He asked anxiously, "Yes, why? Our momentum is good. The people believe in us. We can attack any consortium and they won't be able to fight back. If you provide us with inventions in the future we can even rule the outer wall! "
Dean looked up at him: "Rule the outer wall? You guys are thinking quite far ahead. Don't forget, above the financial groups are the military and the Vatican. "
Sandro was stunned, and asked in confusion, "The military and the Church? They won't intervene in this matter. Moreover we have annexed other consortiums so they can't do anything to us! "
Dean looked at Old Fulin: "Patriarch, it seems that the outside world is calm. There are only sounds of us nibbling at the Mellon consortium. However the other consortiums are ready to go. If we continue to expand then the military and the Holy Church won't sit idly by. They need balance and we will break the balance. That's why the Temple forbids the masters to have close contact with the aristocracy. Even the masters from the aristocracy can't open the back door to provide unbalanced help to their families."
"Of course, there are inevitably some masters who have close relationships with consortiums over the years, but they only help a little. If they really sell divine spells to consortiums time and time again and provide too much help, the Temple will not turn a blind eye to it. You should understand the stakes involved."
Old Fulin looked at Dean: "According to you, we won't compete with other consortiums in the future. But what if other consortiums compete with us?"
"We'll fight in whatever way we should." Dean said: "If they find fault with us then we will fight back. There will inevitably be frictions and conflicts in business. But I won't do anything. Do you understand that I'm the one who will crush the scales? But don't worry. Although I won't help but everyone knows that I'm from the New World consortium. You have done me a great favor so they won't provoke you too much. Moreover, you can use my reputation to operate. It's more than enough to deal with the other consortiums."
Old Fulin sighed. There was regret and unwillingness in his heart. However, he was aware of the urgency of the situation. Although it was the universal truth to 'strive to move up', but if he continued to move forward, he might fall off the cliff.
And the cliff was in front of them.
"I know. Don't worry. Even if you don't help us, as long as you are alive we only need to borrow your reputation to become the biggest commercial plutocrat in the commercial district." Old Fulin said.
Dean smiled and continued to pour tea for him.
"What are you going to do in the future if you don't create inventions?" Old Fulin asked while drinking tea.
Dean smiled: "There are a lot of things I can do. With my current status I'm already a master of my faction. Once my 'gas' faction is stabilized then my status will be much higher than that of a legendary master. I'm afraid that I'll destroy the world if I continue to study."
"Destroy the world?" Old Fulin and Sander were surprised. Wasn't this a bit too big?
Dean didn't elaborate: "I will teach and train a group of excellent students. Even if one day I'm gone, no one will dare to touch the New World consortium as long as they are there."
"That's true." Old Fulin nodded: "You are very young but your thinking is very far. I'm an old man who has half of my body in the soil. I haven't thought about what will happen after death."
Dean glanced at Zendrall and smiled: "The plan is always long-term."
Old Fulin sighed: "We may be able to go further if there is no suppression from the military and the Holy Church. Unfortunately, the system of the world is like this. You can't climb up just because you have the ability. No one is willing to share their bowl of meat with others. We are the same. We trample on the people who have the hope to climb up under our feet. We don't want them to threaten us. The Temple is better. As long as a genius like you has the talent, you will be able to stand out. Your talent won't be buried."
Dean's heart was touched: "In fact, any system is the same. If you want to climb up then it's not enough to be stronger than others. You have to be much stronger in order to rush up."
Old Fulin sighed: "A supreme ruler often needs several generations of contacts and wealth accumulation to turn over. Our foundation is too thin compared to the Holy Church which has existed for hundreds of years. I hope that the next generation can really rise!"
Dean looked at him: "Patriarch, you are old but your heart isn't."
"If the heart is old then it's useless."
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Dean received the news that the Burong family had come to visit after sending off Old Fulin.
Dean didn't bother to see them so Kroen was in charge.
"Master, the people from the Burong family have returned. They came to send gifts. This is their gift." Kroen came to the study room and handed a gift box to Dean.
The gift box was opened and there was a contract inside.
"I was worried that it was a dangerous item so I opened it without authorization." Kroen explained.
Dean said: "Check it in front of me."
"Yes, master."
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