Chapter 375: Reformists within the system
Outside Yang Ming's deputy director's suite, four maids stood quietly for a while, then two stayed behind while two went to find the lounge provided for them.
Inside the house, Yang Ming walked back to the bed carelessly and crawled under the quilt that simulated the texture of snow.
"How was your inspection, Your Highness?"
Daphne walked to the corner of the bed in her high heels and sat down by the foot of the bed.
She said softly, "It can be said that there is no discipline here at all. It is very different from what I imagined the intelligence base to be. The ills of the Military Intelligence Bureau system cannot be eradicated in ten years."
"ten years?"
Yang Ming only showed his head from under the quilt and said with a smile:
"You overestimate the Empire's efficiency in this regard. Because of the existence of the Imperial Guard system, the Military Intelligence Bureau is actually dispensable."
"But the Imperial Guard System cannot be turned on all the time... Well, the advanced version of the Imperial Guard System they developed seems to have passed several critical tests."
Daphne sighed softly and sat on the edge of the bed, a little absent-minded.
If Yang Ming guessed correctly, she should be tired.
"Go back and rest, Princess," Yang Ming said with a smile, "I have a group sex next, and it's hard for me to perform with you here."
Daphne frowned tightly: "Mr. Ghost, are you going to do anything?"
"Big baby!"
Yang Ming called out, and the secret door on the wall opened automatically. Four slender maids walked slowly over with laser guns in their hands. After placing the laser guns in the corner, they, dressed in maid uniforms, saluted Yang Ming together.
"Owner."
"Look," Yang Ming said with a smile, "a robot."
Daphne couldn't help but roll her eyes and whispered, "I would like to ask you, Your Excellency, aren't real humans better than robots?"
"Of course, you think?"
Yang Ming glared at Daphne: "Why are you so arrogant, Daphne?"
Daphne was so angry that smoke almost came out of her nose and ears: "Arrogant? Me? I'm arrogant?"
"Look, eighty percent of your appearance and beauty are determined by your genes and the environment you grew up in, which are full of uncontrollable factors. But what about these robots? They are the result of decades of hard work by the empire's top scientific research team. What is this? This is simply art."
Yang Ming clicked his tongue:
"Why do you think you are more capable than a professional robot like this? If this isn't arrogance, what is it?"
"I!"
Daphne stood up.
Yang Ming always felt that she was about to pull open her long skirt and pounce on him for a real-life PK.
"Hmph!" Daphne said calmly, "If you want to irritate me, then your method is too weak. Please do as you like. I don't mind my man having a few more robot toys."
After saying that, she kicked her high heels aside and walked barefoot to the bathroom.
Yang Ming stretched his neck to look at Daphne's back, feeling a little confused.
Is she really going to live here?
This woman was naturally a bit annoying. She was also a member of the Sherman family elite, ambitious and full of utilitarianism. But she was still a young woman with a great figure and curvy body. She was considered the most famous actress in the empire at this stage and the dream lover of countless young men in the empire...
If something happened, Yang Ming would feel uncomfortable.
If something didn't happen, Yang Ming always felt that he would be despised by the other party.
Yang Ming glanced at the four maids and said with a smile, "Big Girl, Second Girl, why don't you go and serve Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
"Yes, Master."
The eldest boy rolled up his sleeves and said, "It's a normal service, right? It doesn't mean that she will suffocate me to death by pressing me against the sewer port, right, Master?"
"Of course," Yang Ming said, "This is the princess of the empire! We must be polite and respectful to her."
The eldest girl shrugged slightly, and the other three maids lowered their heads and responded normally.
Yang Ming then remembered that he had relaxed the restrictions on Da Wa to the maximum extent.
But, this is also quite interesting.
Half an hour later, Daphne finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.
Her long hair was extremely soft, and her fair skin exuded a fatal beauty under the dim light. Her flawless face showed a calmness of about 70% and a hint of nervousness that could no longer be concealed.
After all, this was her first time facing a man.
Moreover, most of the time, she would torture her maids or women she liked as a 'perverted' way of exercising her power.
Will he refuse?
Does he hate the power behind him, or does he really hate her as a princess of the empire?
If I wasn't a princess and was just a simple singer, would he have pounced on me directly based on my looks and figure?
Thoughts popped up in Daphne's mind. When she walked to the bed, she took a few deep breaths, then maintained a faint smile and walked to the other side of the big bed.
"Honorary Earl of Hanton, this is how you welcome the Princess..."
Daphne paused.
She saw the spray on the bedside table next to Yang Ming.
Although she had never used it, she knew that this unisex spray could produce an extremely thin membrane to isolate the two sexes when humans were performing reproduction rituals, thus achieving the purpose of contraception.
Daphne subconsciously clenched her fists, which posed no threat to ordinary humans.
She admitted that at this moment, she was indeed a little...
"chatter--"
A slight snoring sound came from the tip of Boss Yang's nose.
Daphne breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to rub her forehead, and then looked at Yang Ming helplessly.
"You are so ungentlemanly."
Daphne muttered softly as the towel on her body slowly slipped off. She lifted the edge of the quilt and lay down on the other side of the bed two meters away.
The four maids turned on the night sleeping mode, walked to the four corners of the suite, then closed their eyes, and automatically turned on the wireless charging and night response mode.
The light in the room gradually dimmed, and Yang Ming's snoring became the main sound here.
Daphne didn't know what happened. She usually would suffer from insomnia for an hour or two, but with the noise, she quickly became sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.
'It's a nice night like this.'
This was the last thought that came to her mind before her brain rested.
…
"madness!"
Atlo was somewhat embarrassed by his third uncle's scolding.
"Uncle, this is mainly because Hanton wants to create some achievements, so he proposed a plan to catch the black hole of local defense forces' military expenditure. This, I just want to ask for your opinion."
"The only thing you have brains for is self-knowledge! If you know anything, just ask an old man like me!"
The third uncle snorted heavily:
“There is a war going on at the front line, but the rear is trying to raid these nobles. How can the nobles not cause chaos?
"One or two great nobles wouldn't be a problem, but you want to make all the great nobles feel a strong sense of crisis. Once they unite and cry before His Majesty, how many heads do you think you will have? Will our respected Majesty use you to calm the anger of the nobles?
"You are simply! An idiot!
"White Ghost is a remodeled soldier. It's understandable that he doesn't have a sense of the overall situation. You've been in the Military Intelligence Bureau for so many years, how come you don't even understand this!"
Atro could only smile awkwardly.
He secretly felt lucky - fortunately he listened to Hamton and asked his third uncle in advance.
The third uncle cursed for a while, then calmed down a little. He whispered, "Have you mentioned this to other people?"
"Absolutely not."
"Well, you still have some brains."
Uncle San nodded slowly, leaned back on the sofa and began to smoke:
"Atro, you have to remember one thing: the rule of the empire is achieved through the tools of the nobility. The great nobles are the redundant part of this tool and are the termites that are bound to emerge from this system.
"The internal conflicts in the empire have become increasingly intense. We used war to transform the conflicts and export them externally, but after the initial setbacks in the war, we did not achieve much effect.
"In fact, I have been thinking about what caused the empire's current predicament recently."
Atlo laughed awkwardly, "Third uncle, this is what you are worried about. I can't figure it out."
"What's the point of me worrying?"
The third uncle sneered:
"My influence only exists in the military system. When the military completes a cycle of metabolism from bottom to top, if I can't go any further, I can only find a place to retire."
Then, the third uncle sighed softly and said slowly:
"When I was your age, I was also a general with no brains. I only knew tactics, tactics, attack, attack, and I led fleets to defeat powerful enemies one after another.
“Later I learned that the empire’s greatest enemy is the empire itself.
"Inside the empire, under the round table, within the sphere of influence of the various departments of the military and political system, there are two forces whose divisions are not clearly defined... Rather than calling them forces, it is better to call them the inner tendencies of us old men.
"Atro, you may have heard of the term institutional reformers."
Atlo was stunned for a moment: "Third uncle, are you a reformist?"
Uncle San nodded slowly:
“It’s time to tell you this, but don’t worry, this is a discussion within the core of the Empire’s power, and we are just looking for a way out for the future of the Empire.
“This discussion is actually about whether we should modify the imperial system, define the empire as a civilization with a long history, and then decorate the periphery of the political system with words such as freedom and democracy, still changing the means and adopting the strategy of elite governance, so that the nobles only retain honorary titles, including the greatest nobles in the empire.
"Within the military now, there are more reformists and fewer conservatives.
"In the aristocratic circles, there are more conservatives and fewer reformers. This is in their respective interests ."
Atlo frowned tightly. The greatest noble in the empire, isn’t that... His Majesty the Emperor?
In fact, he had heard a long time ago that among the elites in charge of the empire's military, politics, economy, culture and other fields - like him, a big boss who retired on the surface but still influenced the military behind the scenes - there was a reformist and a conservative.
But he didn't expect that when he came into contact with these things, he had no choice and had already formed a clear position.
He must follow his third uncle.
"Uncle, what is His Majesty's attitude towards this?"
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty doesn't know these things," Third Uncle laughed, "At that table, the reformists occupied two-fifths, and the conservatives and those who wanted to maintain the status quo occupied three-fifths. When I first came into contact with this circle, the reformists accounted for only one-fifth."
“Growing so fast?”
"Many people have changed their minds," Third Uncle said slowly. "The Empire has existed for too long, and the system has been patched up countless times. It is indeed unable to withstand the ideological impact of the New Federation and other political systems. Many people feel that the Empire system itself is evil, and only democratic countries will fully respect human rights."
Atro frowned slightly: "So, what should we do?"
"It can't be done, or rather, the time is far from ripe."
Uncle San said slowly:
"The reformists have reached a bottleneck, because if they want to sit at that table, they must become members of the Sherman family, which in turn constrains them to the imperial system.
"I am telling you this today because I want you to be more sober and calm. You are too young. Even with the protection of His Majesty, you cannot be promoted too quickly. You must fully consider the overall situation of the empire before you can make a move that is truly in the interests of the empire.
"Also, please bring a message to White Ghost for me."
"You tell me!" Atro immediately grabbed the notebook, "I'll write it down."
"Idiot! Can this be recorded in writing? Are you an intelligence agent?!"
Atro could only sneer.
Uncle San grabbed the oxygen bottle and took a few breaths before continuing, "Tell him for me that settling down for a few years might be a good choice for him."
"It's been a few years... I remember it all!"
"Then get out!"
The third uncle raised his cane to hit someone:
"I really am! I am so mad at you! If your mother hadn't entrusted you to me! I really wouldn't bother to care about you, you idiot!"
Atlo just smiled and secretly hung up the phone.
Then, he looked up at Yang Ming who was sitting in the corner and shrugged slightly: "You guessed it right , this is my third uncle's attitude."
Yang Ming wondered, "Did I just hear that you put all the blame on White Ghost Hanton?"
“Don’t worry about the details.”
Atlo chuckled twice, picked up two red wine glasses, and a floating ball flew over and automatically poured the drink into the glasses.
With a sly smile on his face, he approached Yang Ming and said, "I heard that Princess Daphne spent the night in your room, Deputy Director?"
"Well, is that a problem?"
Yang Ming calmly took the drink, lowered his head and took a sip, then he smacked his lips softly, "There were also four maid robots you gave me at the time."
"Five, five?"
"As for the quality of sleep last night, it was quite comfortable." Yang Ming told the truth.
Atlo glanced at Yang Ming's waist and could only sigh in a low voice: "I want to transform myself, Hanton, you are also... a powerful transformed life form."
"Calm down," Yang Ming smiled with narrowed eyes, "Okay, let's continue discussing how to mess with the great nobles of the empire."
Atro sighed and slumped down on the sofa. "Then we can only collect evidence of the crimes of these nobles from other sources. It would be best to find a few who have poor relationships with others and are from wealthy families. This will be the easiest way to achieve results and also provide a large amount of military funds to the military, killing two birds with one stone."
Yang Ming didn't say much. He slumped on the sofa with Artero, slowing down his thinking, refusing to think, and killing time.
However, even as the two of them were chatting here, a storm was brewing on the Empire's network.
In Lu's thinking space, hundreds of clones were standing in front of various screens, rapidly typing on the keyboards in front of them.
Dark Star Navy is online again.
This time, the topic they want to hype is also very simple.
[The empire's local defense forces suffered huge military losses and the hereditary aristocracy suffered collective corruption].
Some things, once started, there is no reason to stop.
Of course, Yang Ming didn't have high expectations for this matter. The empire was like a high-pressure boiler, and it was far from reaching its limit. This kind of little thing would only add a little pressure to it.
…
Dark Star Base No. 3.
Hera lay tiredly in the rest cabin, adjusted her sleeping parameters, and with the help of sleeping-aiding gas, began to have four hours of efficient sleep.
This is what she is most dissatisfied with about her body.
It is really inferior to not be able to carry out research work continuously for 24 hours.
However, not long after Hera lay down, she suddenly opened her eyes, her scattered pupils quickly gathered, and her brows were tightly furrowed.
Great Queen, are you going to start upgrading?
