The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge.

Chapter 2462 Strict Investigation

2464, Strict Investigation

Mon Mothma looked at the two Imperial officials in front of him quietly and said in a cold tone: "I don't care where you are from or whose orders you are following. Now I need to emphasize that you are making ridiculous and unfounded accusations against the members of the Chandrila planet! Now, get out of here immediately before my guards take action."

Two imperial officials, one tall and one short, both wearing gray uniforms, held micro terminals in their hands, and the projected image showed a long bill.

One of the imperial officials smiled and said, "Hahahaha...Ms. Mon Mothma, the reason for our visit is just to convey a message to you. Out of respect, we will personally convey this message - Chandrila Planet Senator, Mon Mothma, since your recent financial status verification has failed to meet the qualified standards, from now on, all income and expenditure of the Senator's residence will be strictly restricted and monitored."

Bang! Mon Mothma slammed his fist on the coffee table and gritted his teeth and said, "Are you trying to interfere with the financial freedom of our planet Chandrila? The Galactic Empire's Ministry of Finance has no right to ask where our financial expenditures are spent!"

The fat official of the Empire said with a wry smile: "If it is a normal expense, even if you spend 100 million per month, it will only be considered an outstanding contribution to the Empire's economy. But if the amount spent does not match the value of the gains... then I think we should kindly remind you that perhaps you have been defrauded."

The thin official touched his chin and said, "So, the antique shop you frequent has been closed down by us. Perhaps with a thorough investigation, we can find the mastermind behind the scenes! It would be great if we can get back the money you were cheated of."

"What we mean is... you're welcome..." The fat official gave a sinister smile.

"Enough!" a loud voice came from behind. A man in his 50s wearing a gorgeous robe and with gray hair and beard strode over and pointed at the two officials' noses and said, "So you are the dogs of the Imperial Finance Department? Humph! Who is your boss? Ask him to come to our house immediately and apologize to us formally! We are not at the point where we are being told what to do on consumption issues!"

"There will be no apology..." said the thin official coldly.

"We just hope that you take care of yourselves..." The fat official bowed and walked out with a sarcastic smile.

“Hmph! Get out of here!” The middle-aged man waved his hand to drive her away, then came to Mon Mothma’s side, supported her slightly trembling shoulders, patted her gently, and said, “Well, don’t be angry. I think these guys in the Imperial Finance Department have gone crazy with poverty. This matter is not over yet. At the Minister of the Interior’s banquet tonight, I will teach those guys in the Finance Department a lesson!”

Mon-Mothma shook her head, leaned gently on her husband's shoulder, and whispered, "Okay, Felsa, don't make things too complicated. Such a struggle will only take up too much of our energy."

The middle-aged man was Perrin Fertha, a childhood friend of Mon Mothma. They agreed to marry when they were teenagers, and Fertha married into the Mothma family. They eventually married. They had a daughter, Leida Mothma, and an adopted son, Jobin.

Perrin Fersa patted Mon Mothma's shoulder again, stood up and said, "Okay, tonight's party must be taken seriously. I personally picked out an evening dress for you, how about trying it on?" In the afternoon, Mon Mothma, who had dressed up, went to the dinner party with her husband and daughter.

In the luxurious hovercraft, Perrin Fersa glanced at his daughter, who was wearing headphones and closing her eyes to rest, completely ignoring them. Then he looked at his wife, sighed softly, and said to the driving robot, "Take the high-speed route."

[Yes, sir.] The robot immediately controlled the hovercraft to enter a faster flight path. Here, it is difficult to be monitored from the outside unless deliberately tracked.

Then, Perrin Fersa frowned and asked, "I heard that you are running a foundation?"

"There's nothing to say about this." Mon Mothma obviously didn't want to talk about this topic. She tilted her head to one side and looked out the window.

"Listen to me, Meng. I certainly have no right to interfere in the family's finances. It's just... you know, the situation in the empire is not very good now. If some actions irritate the empire, it may cause some trouble..." Perrin Felsa said.

Mon Mothma smiled bitterly. She grabbed Perrin's hand and kissed it gently. She said, "This is not a question of power, dear. I just don't think you are interested in this kind of charity foundation... Actually, what worries me now is that if the antique shop is closed down, it will be even more difficult for me to collect antiques that you are interested in next time."

Perrin Felsa waved his hands in annoyance. "Hey, who said it wasn't true? I really want to put together that set of torture instruments of ancient civilization to form a complete code! Oh... maybe I'll ask Kearney. He also has some channels to hire some experienced expedition teams. Ah, Buso is also okay! I know this guy can always get some interesting antiques, but his price is too high!"

"Well, I can see that you are really happy." Mon Mothma smiled as she looked at her husband who was talking endlessly about shareholders and luxury goods.

Many imperial politicians and high-ranking officials attended the dinner, and Mon-Mothma and his wife walked among them and communicated with them one by one. Her husband became the star among them. He had a majestic appearance, a magnetic voice, and was eloquent. He soon became the core of a group of people. They laughed and talked about luxury goods, travel, and collections, and Perrin-Felsa always had unique insights.

Thanks to him, Mon Mothma was always considered a hedonistic rich lady in this circle. She looked around the banquet and found that on the other side, Alderaan Senator Bail Organa was toasting to her, so she walked over while no one was paying attention to her.

"The Empire is conducting a strict internal investigation. Yesterday, the Economic Audit Committee of the Ministry of Finance retrieved our expenditure records." Bail Organa whispered, "And you should know that the antique shop has been closed down. Our funding channels have been cut off."

Mon Mothma nodded and said, "They came to my place today, but there won't be any problems with my accounts. They can't find out."