Chapter 426 Daphne's Doubts
After the feeling of suffocation and dizziness, Papalocka slumped on the sofa, rolling his eyes, gasping for breath, and coughing repeatedly with his head down.
Boss Yang, who had never left the sofa from beginning to end, calmly put down his right hand.
"Why?"
Papalocka glared at him:
"You were only seconds away from suffocating me! Why did you stop?!"
"I thought about it," Yang Ming looked at Papalocka and said frankly, "I still want to influence your home planet through you and reduce the pressure on my home planet."
"It's useless," Papalocka sneered , "My civilized bones are arrogant."
“No matter how arrogant they are, their civilization level is only 1.5, and it is seriously distorted,” Yang Ming said with a smile, “Since they think they can pass the assessment easily, they must consider what to do after they come to the Milky Way.”
Papalocka frowned and looked at Yang Ming.
Boss Yang's eyes flashed with coldness:
"I can do anything for my home planet, bear all the sins, and take all the blame.
"Including but not limited to adding 20 billion slaves to the empire.
"I can't influence the progress of Faya's Game yet, but I can influence the Empire. I have threatened other forerunners with the same threat."
Papalocka suddenly laughed and looked at Yang Ming: "If we go by the standards of the Faya people, your home planet has many possibilities. A monster like you appeared there and gained such a great influence in such a short time. Are you going to force them to patch the rules?"
"not necessarily."
Yang Ming shrugged. "I am working hard to improve my importance among the people of Faya and expand my influence outside of the Faya game project team."
"You want to take advantage of me and have a civilized conversation with me?"
"Yes," Yang Ming looked at Papalocka, "You can refuse. I will find other ways to make plans."
Yang Ming laughed and looked at Papalocka.
“I am very grateful for the information you have given me. It is very meaningful. I found that my home planet is not completely without chance.
"As long as we can reach the top three in the first three stages, we can probably control the fourth stage."
"Will the Faya people allow you?" Papalocka stared at Yang Ming.
Yang Ming smiled and said, "If they allow me, I will do it. If they don't allow me, I will also do it. The worst that can happen is that they can just kill me."
Papalocka was speechless for a moment: "Then what is your basis for challenging them? Is it because you serve them?"
"Well," Yang Ming sighed, "So I am also very passive now, and I need to find some ways to turn passivity into initiative. The road is made by people... Our cooperation can also be a help to me."
“I just want to free myself.”
"No room for negotiation?"
Papalocka frowned and said, "I shared the information with you. You should meet my request."
Boss Yang said seriously: "But I didn't promise you anything before."
"you!"
"That's all we're going to talk about today!"
Yang Ming stood up and jumped lightly, landing directly at the door. He turned his head and raised his eyebrows to Papalocka: "See you tomorrow. I benefited a lot from chatting with you, my beloved elder."
"asshole!"
A pillow flew over and Yang Ming quickly closed the door.
"You two," Yang Ming said with a smile, "please help keep an eye on this lady. She has obvious violent and suicidal tendencies. She is an important friend of mine."
The female agent guarding the door also smiled appropriately.
Yang Ming took out a card from his pocket and stuffed it into their collars: "I'd like to invite your department to have some tea. This is a gift from the ghost."
After saying this, he turned around and left in a leisurely manner.
The two female agents followed Yang Ming until he turned the corner and disappeared.
…
"We got quite a bit of information."
In the room, Yang Ming sat cross-legged on the sofa in the corner, facing the aperture of the shielding device, flipping through a magazine in front of him, and communicating with Lu.
Lu asked quietly, "Boss, are we really going to take her back to the Empire?"
"Well," Yang Ming said, "The Yada Democratic Country shouldn't object."
"They didn't dare to object," Lu smiled. "They had a meeting earlier. It was a meeting of several of the most important politicians in this country. I sneaked over and eavesdropped."
"What do you mean?"
"They also want to establish contact with the Fayya people, but they are not sure what the so-called forerunners are."
"Has this country just risen in the last thousand years?"
"No, it has only developed to its current size in the last thousand years."
"We still can't ignore the background of the four major gangsters in the galaxy," Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, how will they decide?"
Lu couldn't help but laugh. "They really want to keep Papa-Locka, but they're afraid of offending White Ghost, and they don't understand yet what benefits the Forerunners can bring to them. Another very important point is that these guys have studied Papa-Locka's psychology and found that this is an object that is not worth investing in."
"Two billion Iron Blood Legion soldiers have come to the Yada Democratic Country. This democratic country itself has only a few people and cannot absorb such a large number of people."
Yang Ming thought about it and felt a little troubled again.
“My first thought was to bring this girl back to the empire and use her as a bargaining chip in my game with the top brass of the empire.
“The task given to me by the Fayya people is to deal with her and let her gain a certain amount of political influence so that the ‘Faya Game’ project can operate normally.
"By the way, Lu, you said, the Faya people should have heard what I said to her today, right?"
"The Fayals can intercept all information in the entire galaxy, boss."
"That's good," Yang Ming said calmly, "I'll express my feelings to my brother Faya, so that they won't think I've stabbed them in the back when I have to show my hand later."
Lu muttered quietly: "The point is, even if we show our hand now, nothing can be changed."
Yang Ming sneered, with a helpless expression in his eyes.
It really doesn't change anything.
The Milky Way is like an abyss, and he is now just a fish that has found a little light in the abyss. However, this little light cannot reach very far.
How do you know if you don’t try?
Yang Ming encouraged himself.
"Lv. What do you think is the most effective way to make Papalocka my subordinate, or partner?"
"Beauty Trap!"
"Pooh!"
"Look, look!" Lu snorted, "Boss, you are so hypocritical. If it was someone like Princess Daphne, you would definitely just laugh it off and let yourself down."
"Hey!" Yang Ming glared, "We need to talk about this matter carefully. Did I touch Daphne?"
"Yes, my body hasn't moved, but my mind is almost completely domesticated."
Lu snorted:
"Boss, you don't have much resistance to Daphne anymore. The only thing that can stop you from being with Daphne is your little bit of conscience."
"Why are you so concerned about my private life?"
"If I don't take care of you, who else can? Do you want to rely on Kolev? This old man is now happily socializing every day. He has no motivation to strive anymore."
Boss Yang laughed twice and slowly sat down by the window.
It's nice to have some fun bickering with Lu Dou.
"Do you think that Li and Levi Sherman get along the same way as we do?"
"That's not necessarily true," Lu muttered quietly, "The teacher said that because of the incident of Levi Sherman forcibly restraining Li, they also made some minor adjustments to my core."
"To be honest, it's pretty miserable. He was imprisoned for tens of thousands of years."
Yang Ming brought the topic back:
"Now let's think about how to deal with Papa-Locka. It's not a good idea for her to keep trying to commit suicide."
"Boss, she has been hit too hard."
Lu sighed:
"This is because the environment of her home planet is too different from that of the Milky Way. Generally speaking, the Milky Way is still a world of freedom, democracy, and human kindness. Powerful empires like the Sherman Empire respect the will of the people for fear that the nobles will force the people to rebel.
“Contrast that with the world she describes.
"The gap is huge, and it is understandable that the psychological defenses collapsed.
"It's not difficult to win her over, but it's a big challenge to heal the scars in her heart."
Yang Ming smiled and said, "Then I'll leave this matter to you."
"Hehe," Lu's voice became much more charming, "We have to do it. Li and Daphne are both bad women. We just need to stay away from them."
Yang Ming: …
This guy learns how to win favor very quickly.
…
Mingte City Star, in a shuttle bus traveling in an underground passage.
The smile on Councillor Allison's lips gradually disappeared.
He had just received some tangible benefits and taken a small step towards the core of power in the new federation, but his mood suddenly changed 180 degrees.
According to the exclusive intelligence given to him by the CIA, a Yada citizen named 'Papalocka' is in close contact with the White Ghost.
To be precise, White Ghost went to the Yada Democratic Country in search of this woman. The two had had many secret talks, and seemed to be discussing some confidential matters. But the strange thing was that this woman was just an ordinary bank clerk with poor debt and private life management. Her charm could not be described as dazzling, but rather obviously negative.
Isn't this the Forerunner No. 5?
Allison pursed her lips tightly.
His mind was constantly associating.
Such an ordinary woman, who had no involvement in any political activities, was still directly exposed to the sight of the White Ghost.
This means that either the power organization controlled by White Ghost is already so terrifying that it can easily infiltrate a big country far away in another corner of the galaxy.
Or, the Faya people gave the White Ghost sufficiently accurate information.
Of course, there is another possibility - Pioneer No. 5 took the initiative to contact the White Ghost and wanted to get something from the White Ghost.
Whatever the possibility, it's not a good thing.
The pressure on Allison increased sharply.
He now wanted to know why the Faya people wanted to cultivate such a monster.
'Four into two.'
Yang Ming's voice echoed in his mind again.
Allison suddenly swore, kicked the car door angrily, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Can he do anything to stop Forerunner Five from joining forces with White Ghost?
Now, Forerunner No. 4 has been controlled by White Ghost. If Forerunner No. 5 also becomes White Ghost's partner, the union of the three will be a natural thing.
Unfortunately, Pioneer No. 3 is still an enemy of Pioneer No. 2.
Allison began to regret the rash decision he made. He shot Forerunner No. 3 with one shot, but ended up only piercing the opponent's resurrection armor, causing the two to become enemies.
However, there are only eternal interests, no absolute enemies.
Considering the current situation, Pioneer No. 3 must be under a lot of pressure now.
Well, I must send out some appropriate messages so that Forerunner No. 3 can accurately feel the pressure brought by the White Ghost, so that the two of them will have the possibility to cooperate with each other.
If we win over the fourth or fifth pioneers on this basis, then...
Allison frowned suddenly.
Where did his confrontational thinking come from?
Why can't it be him and his home planet who go to cooperate with White Ghost?
Allison thought quietly, but when the problem came back to him, he realized that his previous train of thought had reached a dead end.
The Empire and the New Federation are two major ideologies in confrontation.
Unless he gave up everything in the New Federation, his home planet would automatically become an enemy of the Empire once it arrived in the Milky Way.
From this perspective, there is no possibility of cooperating with the White Ghost.
'We can only unite horizontally.'
Allison sighed, only to feel a slight migraine coming on.
This ghost is too difficult to deal with.
…
Sherman Empire, the lounge of a large-scale party in the Imperial Star Circle.
Daphne was sitting in front of the mirror browsing the news. There were three makeup artists around her, helping her adjust her makeup with quick movements.
She was the only celebrity waiting in the lounge, which was also stipulated in the security regulations of the imperial family. The four combat maids assigned to her by Yang Ming stood at the door and window, scanning everywhere vigilantly. - Even though the security outside was already very strict.
With a ding sound, a message popped up in Daphne's private mailbox.
She gestured and the three makeup artists turned around immediately.
Daphne opened the message and took a look, her expression changing several times.
This is a message from the Tentacle Organization, and it begins with this sentence:
[Your Highness, the Ghost Duke is in close contact with a woman on the first planet of the Yada Democratic Republic.]
Daphne sighed when she saw this, and then began to comfort herself. Theirs was originally a superficial marriage and political union. By maintaining a superficial relationship with Yang Ming, she had gained too many benefits and welfare from her father and the Sherman family elite in power, and she had also established a certain influence among the people of the empire.
This is a business that is already making a ton of money, what else can you want?
However, that guy is indeed quite attractive.
The next sentence.
[Many people witnessed that the Ghost Duke rode in a car and went shopping with the other party. Although the two kept a polite distance, they entered some entertainment venues together.]
'He should be aware of the impact, but he wants me to deal with it.'
Daphne thought so.
Her eyes moved downwards and she saw the following high-definition pictures. Her thin eyebrows immediately furrowed tightly, with a look of confusion and puzzlement on her face.
He's dating an old lady like this...
Oh, sorry, she shouldn't use such words to describe women, it's not elegant.
But this!
Daphne enlarged the picture and turned it into a three-dimensional projection. She looked at Papalocka carefully, and couldn't help but look down at her own carefully maintained figure. Then she sighed with a helpless smile.
"So he likes this, so should I go without makeup?"
The makeup artists nearby pricked up their ears.
Daphne muttered a few words, deleted the message, and called out, and the three makeup artists quickly turned around and got busy.
at the same time.
In the luxurious private room of a certain entertainment venue, the first star of Yada Democratic Republic, Boss Yang had black lines on his forehead, covered his ears with his hands, and looked speechlessly at the elderly lady who was constantly making heavy metal roars.
This is too torturous!
Yang Ming had met someone who sang badly before, but this was the first time he had heard someone so bad.
A middle-aged man walked over with his head down, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and whispered something in Yang Ming's ear.
Boss Yang nodded, and the man immediately trotted away.
Less than half a minute later, the music volume automatically turned down, the door of the box opened, and a row of young men wearing only dress pants and with eight-pack abs, each holding a plate of delicacies, entered the box with a smile on their faces.
Yang Ming turned his head to look at Papalocka and raised his eyebrows in that direction.
Papalocka was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly.
“This is such a waste!”
"What?" Yang Ming was puzzled.
"Resources, resources of both sexes," Papalocka pointed at the male models, "I only want one. Am I lame that I am so timid when it comes to indulgence?"
Yang Ming's forehead was covered with black lines: "I only sell my art and not my body! This is for you to sing with!"
"Oh," a male model smiled coquettishly, "If it's you, sir, then we can do it."
"Get lost!"
Yang Ming almost picked up a wine bottle and smashed them. These men turned pale and their chest muscles trembled with fear.
Boss Yang snorted, "Give me some girls!"
Well, he wanted to prove my own orientation, not to have fun or anything.
