People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

“I don’t think there are any tax issues related to trade in Kalan that deserve attention.”

Enciodes seemed prepared for Ernst Zhong to bring up this topic.

“Kalan Trade has been a model taxpayer in Shelag for the past few years. As the elder brother, I can forgive my younger brother’s little bit of greed. But as an entrepreneur, I would be heartbroken and disappointed to be subjected to such unfounded accusations and coercion from government officials. I would also consider reassessing Shelag’s business and investment environment.”

"Ok?"

Ernst immediately became interested.

I was just making a casual remark, but you seem to have quite the nerve? Ernst didn't believe that Karan Trading's hands were really that clean. Even if you could guarantee that the upper management was completely blameless, what about the middle and lower levels?

Capital, to put it bluntly, is profit-driven. With its rapid development, Kallan Trading, as the earliest, largest, most competitive, and most brand-recognized large enterprise in Kallan, now has more than 10,000 employees at its headquarters alone. If you include its branches in various parts of Terra, this number can be two to three times higher. If you also consider the upstream and downstream industrial chains it radiates, this company probably directly affects the jobs of more than 100,000 people.

Ernst didn't even need to investigate carefully; he simply refused to believe that there weren't one or two well-fed "spider-like" individuals in this enormous network of relationships.

If they really investigate, they'll definitely find something. Ernst isn't investigating now only because he's adhering to the principle of "making the pie bigger as much as possible." If he does find something big that forces Ernst to take immediate action and cut off the economic pillar of Kalan trade, it won't be easy to support another company to take over in a short period of time.

Enshiodes couldn't possibly be unaware of this principle.

Therefore, Ernst raised an eyebrow and raised his voice, and he immediately yielded:

"However, as a national brand of Kerrig, I am personally willing to let Kerrig Trade contribute as much as it can to the development of Kerrig."

"Consider this a gift from your older brother."

He smiled and patted Ernst on the shoulder.

Ernst curled his lip.

Samarium is quick to admit defeat. Even if you don't give me this "gift," I'll ask for it sooner or later.

However, since you've been quite sensible tonight,

Ernst smiled, raised his hand, and gently nudged the cool, ancient, and metallic-looking sacred bell beside Ensiodes's neck.

"Sister Enya, why are you wearing a bell while eating? Put it down, it's unnecessary."

"Humph."

Enya gave a soft snort, put the bell away, and then solemnly lectured Ernst.

"Ernst, your brother is rich, but he's clueless and generally doesn't know his place. Don't take it personally. If you need money, just ask him, and he'll definitely give it to you!"

Enya patted her chest:

"If he won't give it to you, come find me! I'll teach him a lesson!"

Ernst smiled and nodded.

Ensiodis shrugged helplessly and gave his companion, Ban, a pleading look.

The mace was ignored.

What does your family's chatting and joking have to do with me? Are you trying to drag me into this?

Ensiodis frowned, coughed, and gave a look that seemed to say:

"Guess why I brought you home for dinner? Don't forget your position, you're the security director of Kalan Trade! Bringing you along is just to provide some kind of natural deterrence, right? You're a terrible bodyguard, the boss was flanked and attacked and you didn't even react!"

Jian naturally received the accusatory look in Ensiodes's eyes. After working together for so long, how could Jian not know what Ensiodes meant by bringing her home?

She said nothing, nor did she argue; she simply turned her head and looked at Enya.

“Miss Enya, actually Ensiodis brought me back so I could guard against—”

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Ensiodis interrupted Jian's words with a violent cough, his glaring eyes seeming to scream, "How could you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, betray us too?!"

He brought the mace back to guard against Eun-ah, so that he wouldn't be kidnapped by her and suffer a lot of silent losses or experience a "skull echo," but could he really say that out loud?

What kind of good person would be wary of their own sister? His relationship with Enya had only just begun to improve; if he were to say this out loud, he could forget about ever coming home for dinner again.

He can forget about going to Manju Academy, and he can forget about receiving the blessing of Yera Sigand. It's possible that they'll really have to raise taxes in the future!

He was even thinking about the knife (money)!

Enya glanced at Enshiodis and the mace with some suspicion, pouted, and blinked thoughtfully, as if she wanted to ask something, but Ya'er beside her had already urged her:

"Alright, Enya, let's go inside first."

Enya then temporarily put aside her doubts, stepped forward and quietly bumped fists with Ernst as if "burying her head in the sand," before heading towards the inner hall.

The hall was already quite lively.

Enshiodis brought the mace, Enya brought Ya'er, and Ernst brought back a lot of people!

The kitchen was filled with the clatter of pots and pans and the sizzling of cooking flames. Vina's figure flickered among the flames, helping the housekeeper. Joyce sat on the living room sofa with a small laptop on her lap, seemingly continuing to work. However, when Enya passed by, she glanced curiously at the contents of Joyce's computer. It didn't look like office software; instead, it was a large spreadsheet listing many names, with various points added or subtracted.

Seemingly noticing Enya's gaze, Joyce explained before Enya could ask:

"Performance Appraisal Form"

Her face remained calm, her heart didn't race, and her expression was perfectly normal. She was serious and seemed flawless, except for ignoring the fact that Enya had no idea what a performance appraisal form was.

Enya looked confused, but was too embarrassed to ask any further questions, so she could only nod as if she understood.

After she left, Joyce clicked on Holhaya's name in the "Performance Appraisal Form," and the hyperlink automatically redirected her to another page with a large amount of dense text.

If someone unfamiliar with the subject reads it, they might think it's a novel with unhealthy or negative content.

If someone knowledgeable were to look at it, they would think it was a broken halberd used to save the world, a death by suicide!

But Joyce remained unfazed. Despite the surrounding noise and the constant flow of people, she showed no fear whatsoever. Her fingers tapped the keyboard at a speed that even surpassed that of the Zaunian pianist, Holhaya, leaving almost a blur!

In her eyes, there was nothing but pure desire!

Yes, of course it's the desire to create!

In the corner of the hall, next to the liquor cabinet, Holhaia, dressed in a black evening gown, ordered Jeston to drag over a table to serve as a makeshift bar. During her time as a Melander agent, she had tried many strange jobs, including bartending. Her nimble hands moved among various bottles and jars, her long fingers holding the cocktail shaker, her wrists deftly turning, ice cubes clinking in the metal containers with a pleasant sound.

Every movement of hers was full of elegance and power, displaying a confidence and charm that rivaled that of a professional bartender. As the timer beside her reached the corresponding number, she poured the perfectly mixed cocktail into an exquisite glass without even checking, then used a small knife to slice a lemon and gently placed it on the rim as a garnish before pushing the glass towards the customer across the bar, her red lips slightly parted:

"Try?"

The person sitting across from me at the bar is Hinterlaya.

Her expression was one of utter astonishment.

Holhaya's smooth and effortless operation did indeed bring her quite a shock. To be honest, she actually thought she was quite versatile. She had been a competitive knight and was good at archery. Later, because she couldn't afford to eat, she also tried to take on one or two endorsements and had some acting skills. In addition, because she couldn't afford to eat out, her cooking skills were actually passable, and she could cook a dish if necessary.

But now, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have really been reduced to the level of "Go and cook me two dishes".

It's not that I didn't try, but the other side has a Gundam!

As for Vina, she used to be a member of the Aslan royal family, so her taste is impeccable, and her talent is not bad either. Although Victoria's cooking is not great, her Gallic cuisine is excellent!

Holhaya was even more remarkable; Hinterlea had never seen such an all-around person!

And she's very wealthy! In every way!

Although she never brought it up herself, nor allowed others to, Hinterlea still had some reservations about her seemingly unquestionable physical attributes. Especially within the Sherag government, setting aside the rarely seen Joyce and the newcomer Latatos, look at her contemporaries like Vina, Horhaia, and Lola!

Just seeing them reminded Hinterlea of ​​the reviews she had seen when she was choosing pillows on the online mall of Kalan Trade last time.

[This is supposed to be a girlfriend-like feeling of being enveloped? Sleeping on this pillow makes me more uncomfortable than sleeping on my girlfriend's chest!]

Don't ask what a needle is, it just means feeling like you're sitting on pins and needles!

At that moment, as Hinterlea picked up the wine glass on the table, she felt a lump in her throat.

Wasn't it supposed to be just me? Why is everyone here?!

Everyone's here, and you're all so talented!

My friends' failures certainly hurt me, but their successes are even more devastating!

She lowered her head and took a sip of wine.

"It's a little sour."

"how come?"

Holhaya looked surprised, and even doubted whether there was something wrong with her skills.

Unconvinced, she took the glass from Hinterlea and took a sip herself.

"It's not sour at all."

She muttered something strange, and when she looked up, Hintleya had already disappeared.

Ascalon, standing on the rooftop of the balcony, looked at Hinterlea with some surprise as she walked onto the balcony. After thinking for a moment, she took the initiative to greet her:

"Miss Heartlea, good evening. Want some fresh air?"

Hinterlea was startled and looked up at the eaves, but she didn't see Ascalon's face, only two circles.

Her lips trembled slightly:

"I'm having trouble breathing."

Upon hearing this, Ascaron became serious, jumped off the roof, and walked to Hinterlea's side:

"Is something bothering you? Should I take you to Rhodes Island for a checkup?"

W went to keep Theresa company today. She'll be on duty alone tonight. If Hinterlea is really not feeling well, she'll have to accompany her herself on this trip.

We can't very well interrupt the family dinner that's taking place in the room.

Ascaron believed that Hinterlea didn't want that either.

Hinterlea pursed her lips. She didn't want Ascalon to worry, and even less did she want Ascalon to worry about "this kind of thing." She waved her hand.

"It's alright, I'll be fine after a rest. You go ahead and do your work."

"Is it really not necessary?"

"Really!" Hinterlea said earnestly, "Go ahead!"

Ascalon opened his mouth, but in the end he obeyed and withdrew.

Hinterlea had no intention of staying on the balcony any longer. She walked back to the corridor, went up to the second floor, randomly picked a room, and went in to rest for a while.

However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw a figure that was "emaciated".

That description might not be entirely accurate, since Abrahana only seems to be in low spirits; otherwise, her physical condition should be considered relatively healthy.

Ernst couldn't possibly let her starve; Lavshini had already paid! He wouldn't embezzle a kickback from his own little stove!

"You who are you?"

Abrahana frowned at the sudden intruder.

Hinterlea paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over Abrahana, then as if she had made up her mind, she took a step back and slammed the door shut without hesitation.

Can this world ever get any better?!

Has this cruel world finally given up and launched a siege against poor me?

You lot are all incompetent

She took a deep breath, then exhaled, and suddenly smiled with relief.

It's okay, it's alright. You're all trying to steal my date opportunities, aren't you!

I'm dead, and none of you will live either!

She took out her terminal and dialed Nian's number.

"Director Nian, could you give us a few more tickets?"

"Yes, many of my friends want to see your masterpiece. Yes, Horhaya and Ernst will be coming too. Didn't I promise you? Don't worry."

"No need to worry about the tickets? Thank you so much! We'll go after we finish eating, it's a deal!"

Putting down her phone, she looked at the e-tickets Nian had sent and smiled with genuine sincerity.

She was overjoyed, and the horse excitedly skipped downstairs, loudly announcing to the crowd gathered in the hall:

"Haha, I got a ticket!"

Chapter 1052: In that year, you mastered the power of [Seeing]!

The dinner at the Shivaesh family's house ended very well, and everyone was happy, which was expected.

The film exchange between the renowned director Ford from Colombia's Lancashire and the audience at Sacred Stone Square concluded successfully, much to everyone's delight—something that was unexpected.

It was truly unexpected. Ernst was prepared to be exhausted by the long and elaborate annual films, but the great director Ford saved everything!