Chapter 345: Let's make a fortune together
Madeleine walked out of the bar happily, but suddenly, a new question appeared in her mind, [since he doesn't do that, where does he go?]
All of a sudden, a lot of possibilities popped up in her mind, including going to a tryst, going to a tryst, going to a tryst, and going to a tryst with a little girl!
Beads of sweat trickled down Madeleine's face. The imagination of humans was so terrible. The more they thought about it, the easier it was to mislead themselves. Maybe he went to the orphanage to take care of his child? It was often written in the poem of a poet. A hero had no one to take care of him when he was a child, and when he grew up, he liked to take care of other orphans.Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com
Right! It was very likely.
No, it must be investigated.
But it seems impolite to investigate this kind of thing. If he knows that I secretly investigate him, he might get angry, right? It was said that men hated the housekeeper the most. If he was followed all day long, he would go crazy.
Madeleine was in a dilemma
At this time, a black earth knight came to her side. When he saw Madeleine, he quickly bowed and said, "My lord, Im about to patrol the fifth block."
"Oh, the fifth block? I remember there is an orphanage there." Madeleine immediately pulled a long face and said, "I'll go on patrol with you."
"How responsible."
Three days later, in the evening, when Robb regained his blonde hair and was sitting on his stone stool in the chapel yard, chatting with the queen on the phone.
Robb turned around again, She said to Desmond "What you are talking about is a false question! Both you and the queen should have known that the population of Westwind Town is not enough to carry out a large-scale production. Moreover, my company is very big, taking care of all kinds of messy industries. Every industry needs to invest in people, which makes the population here too small. The scale of all kinds of business here has reached the limit, and it is impossible to expand the output or anything else."
Speaking of this, Robb said lazily, "go straight to the point. What exactly do you want?"
Desmond felt a little embarrassed and said, "I just want to... Can the Godfather provide me with a large number of spider eggs, and then send a few management personnel, technical personnel, skilled workers and other people to guide the spider factory, and build a huge silk stockings factory with me..."
"Isn't poison breeding forbidden on Bright Road? Once a large number of spiders escape and hurt the citizens in that big city, the queen will cut off your head in minutes."
"Yes, I will kill you." The queen said angrily in the crystal ball.
He said in a hurry "No, no, No. I'm not talking about Bright Road. I'm talking about a small town about five miles away from the west of Bright Road, with a population of about three thousand. I've found a place there, which is very suitable for building a closed factory to raise spiders. There is almost no pillar industry that can be sold in that small town. I'm going to turn all the three thousand people into the workers of the silk stockings factory, so that it can become a Stockings town! "
The more he said, the happier he became. "In this way, we will definitely make a lot of money."
After saying that, he seemed to think of something. He turned to the crystal ball and said, "Your Majesty, if I succeed, my factory doesn't need the tax exemption policy. I will pay the tax on time!"
The Queen's eyes lit up at his words.
In order to win people's support, the queen had been applying the tax exemption, but it would do too much harm to her finances. She was already very poor. Now that Desmond said that, the queen was not unhappy at all.
The three thousand residents of the town were all free from tax, but as Desmond said, if all the residents of the town were turned into the workers of the silk stockings factory, and then he would collect tax from the factory by himself, it would be equivalent to that the tax that the three thousand people had been exempted would be collected in another way.