Alien Arms Empire.

Chapter 323 323 Diary
I am an arms dealer, and my daily life is actually very monotonous. When I open my eyes in the morning, I will be busy working all day.

Every morning I read the day's paper over breakfast and listen to the latest news from my intelligence network.

Some of these news are summarized continuous attention content, and some are irregular temporary emergencies.

If you want to make money, you must know everything that happens in this world. The gap in intelligence often affects the decision-making of one thing, and these decisions can ultimately determine the success or failure of the whole thing.

The better the details are, the faster the problem can be solved, and the faster the problem is solved, it often means that more money can be made.

To be honest, I am almost the richest person known in this world. As long as I continue to develop step by step, I will be the richest man in the world.

In the morning, I want to check the company's account summary report, through which I can roughly know how much money I have now.

Yesterday I printed notes worth about three million gold pieces and issued them.

Adding this amount of money, the current Datang Group actually controls 4100 million gold coins, and the total price of the currency issued is 5400 million yuan... Basically within a reasonable range.

Of course, this does not include Datang Group’s fixed-value production... The land I own, the factories on the land and other messy things, plus technology, the valuation may be higher, almost... several hundred million Bar.

I may have temporarily reached two to three, or four to five small goals of Comrade Jianlin. Frankly speaking, it is really not as good as making money in real estate by engaging in business.

The good news is that I've also started playing real estate, and real estate is starting to take up a decent chunk of my income.

The bad news is that I don't intend to grow with this thing at all, I'm an arms dealer, I prefer to destroy everything with what I sell, and rebuild the world with what I sell.

In my opinion, most things in this world are weapons.

Medicine and drugs are weapons. As long as I control medical treatment and drug research and development, all patients in this world will be my soldiers, and everyone's health will become my battlefield.

When I can decide who can use the medicine and who can only wait to die, the medicine that cures the disease will become a weapon, a weapon to control the world.

Similarly, fashion art is also a weapon. I can use it to change the cognition of the target, destroy the world view and values ​​of the other party, and make my enemy unknowingly become my licking dog and a slave kneeling on the ground.

The ridiculous thing is that they still don't realize that they have been conquered, they will think that they have gained a new life and become a master, and they are willing to dedicate their personalities and life savings to this.

Money is also a weapon. When there is a certain amount of money, I can use it to destroy a powerful enemy.

In fact, countries with nuclear weapons are not invincible. As long as their economies collapse, as long as they become poor and desperate, powerful weapons will only become a burden that crushes them.

For example, now, I only need to give an order, and the Lions Empire, which is still in preparation, will collapse, become miserable, and become extremely miserable...

Similarly, public opinion is also a weapon. If I control public opinion and the mouthpiece of the world, as long as I am willing, the whole world can only hear one voice, and then I am a god.

And at that time, every word of mine, that is, the public opinion of this world, is a powerful weapon.

I say whoever is evil, he is a villain of Satan, the devil, and whoever I say is innocent, he is as pure as an angel Buddha.

Speaking of food, this is the basis for maintaining the operation of the entire world. To put it bluntly, agriculture is the only core necessity of a society.

Without food, even if the network develops to 8G, even if there are nuclear bombs and laser cannons, they can only be classified as dust in the end.

So if it is possible to control all the food in this world, food is also a weapon, or... the method of monopoly itself is the most powerful weapon.

Similarly, the cannon and machine gun bullets I produce are also weapons, and they are the most traditional and effective weapons.

In fact, they are the foundation of everything. Without them, everything in front of us will be nothing but duckweed without roots.

As an arms dealer, I really know the relationship between the barrel of a gun and the barrel of a pen, between a money bag and a jar of medicine.

Master these, or control these, you can control everything in the future.

In fact, I have monopolized most of the industrial products including Dorne, Susas, and Wright, monopolized the economies of these regions, controlled economic development, and even penetrated into the governments of these regions.

As long as I am willing, I can manipulate the market and earn ten times and a hundred times the profit I want in an instant.

But I won't do that.

Because the reason why I hold all of this is to prevent anyone other than me from manipulating it!
This monster is too dangerous. If it is handed over to those desperate lunatics, it will become a super weapon that plunders the world and destroys society.

And with this weapon in my hands, at least I can guarantee that it won't be used—or at least I can guarantee that I won't use it when I have another choice.

At noon, under normal circumstances, I will have dinner with some dignitaries or wealthy businessmen, and use this time to meet people who must be interviewed.

These people come to see me with various purposes, most of them are for making money, and some are for making money.

If you can meet someone who comes to show your talents, or to contribute your own technological inventions, then things will be much more interesting.

To be honest, I still welcome such capable people very much. They can bring vitality to the whole group and make me feel that the world I am facing is a living existence with its own thinking.

That's a lot of fun, these guys are way better than lunch.When they confidently unfold their drawings and introduce their technical achievements to me, I am always willing to listen patiently to their confident voices.

Although, sometimes they just come up with something that I'm already familiar with, but I'm still very happy about it.

In the afternoon, I usually work in the laboratory, or in the drawing room, guiding some students to experiment with new technologies or simply create something by themselves.

Frankly speaking, some things are very dangerous, even if there is a very perfect manufacturing process, the safety is still not high in fact.

Even I need to be extremely careful, these are very cutting-edge experiments, and they are of great significance to this world.

As a person whose mind is full of technology accumulation, I think I have an obligation to help the world to walk on the right path.

This is my duty, my obligation, and also my way of making money... the way!When I take away the gold coins, I will leave more to this world!

Tang Mo wrote down his feelings in his diary, word by word, neatly written, and he would occasionally write a diary to record and organize his feelings.

Similarly, many times, his diary will be selected and handed over to the students in the school, allowing them to analyze Tang Mo's thoughts and learn Tang Mo's advanced thoughts.

This is a very effective way of teaching. Everyone is full of curiosity about Tang Mo's thoughts, and at the same time, they can see different scenery through Tang Mo's perspective.

Just as Tang Mo was writing furiously, the door of his office was pushed open, and Harry walked in with the final report on the fashion art circle.

He put these documents on Tang Mo's desk, and then put the one that Tang Mo might be interested in on top.

Then, he took two steps back before reporting: "Master, here are the photos of the first batch of movie stars that just ended. You can take a look and give some comments."

Tang Mo was taken aback, then put down the pen in his hand, picked up the thick photo album, and turned to the first page with his head down.

Then, he saw the faces of peerless beauties, some looked like Audrey Hepburn, some looked like Gal Gadot, and some looked almost exactly like Sophie Marceau.

The world is so big that if you want to find some familiar faces, the probability is still very high.

Tang Mo believed that those subordinates who went to select movie stars must have never seen movie stars in their own world, but they still selected a group of women who were called works of art based on male instinct.

"If you think which one is not good, you can tear it up and throw it into the trash can." Harry said to Tang Mo with a smile.

Tang Mo closed the album and handed it back to Harry—as a man, he also has his own instinct: "Keep them all!"

"At the celebration ball that night, there were too many female guests." Harry took the photo album and said to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo didn't take it seriously: "Do you think I care about a few bottles of good wine and someone who has something to eat? How about having a masked dance?"

"As you wish, master." Harry didn't have any objections, he knew that even if Tang Mo wanted to have a naked reception, the women on the list would most likely be willing to attend.

Tang Mo nodded slightly, and then ordered: "Give them some beautiful dresses, after all, there will be many rich people coming at night."

"Of order!" Harry bowed slightly, then backed towards the door.

Tang Mo lowered his head and continued to write in his diary: "I don't like receptions, attending receptions is a waste of my time...I have no interest in those women..."

(End of this chapter)