From cannon fodder to sweeping across thousands of stars.

Chapter 458 Why Should I Help You?

"Hahaha need me? Need Atlas?"

Amber sneered, then said hello to Van Vliet and Guterres and left the meeting room first.

Amber found an empty lounge and lay down on the massage chair while speaking:
"When the people from the Rubion Galaxy Autonomous Government forced Atlas to decouple from the Rubion Galaxy, that's not what they said.
Let me think about it. Hmm, 'Your company has caused widespread complaints from the people in the Rubion system', 'Don't you have any responsibility for such an incident?'"

Amber's retelling was so vivid that Franklin, who was on the other end of the line, blushed and didn't know what to say.

However, Amber also knew that this had nothing to do with the young man opposite, so she added in a gentle tone:
"Of course, what I said is only for the senior officials of the Rubion Galaxy Autonomous Government, not for you, Mr. Franklin.
In my opinion, you may be one of the few people in this galaxy who truly cares about the people and the future of this galaxy~
It is precisely because I think you have great potential in the future that I put you on the communication whitelist. Otherwise, it would not be so easy for you to contact me. "

Amber's words gave Franklin a glimmer of hope, so he asked cautiously:
"So are you willing to do me a favor and let Atlas re-intervene in the situation in the Rubion Galaxy to quell the unrest? I have actually been following the news related to Atlas. I think with your company's current size and strength, you can do this."

"But why should I do this?" Amber's cold words ruthlessly interrupted Franklin's words.
"My personal admiration for you does not mean that I will respond to your request, especially a risky decision such as 'letting Atlas intervene in a galaxy that is in turmoil'.

I remember I made it very clear at the last reception. You haven't demonstrated any unique value yet. Why do you think Atlas would consider "investing" in you?

Let's take a step back and say that if Atlas really wants to find an 'agent' in the Rubion system, wouldn't there be a lot of people who are more suitable than you?"

There was silence on the other end of the line, and Amber did not continue speaking, just waiting quietly.

Franklin's words just now, which sounded like a "political novice", also made him doubt how this guy in the plot of his previous life had reunited the Federation during the Civil War and became the new president.

However, he quickly thought that perhaps this was purely the plot set by the main copywriter of "Starry Sky OL", and this main copywriter might not be so well versed in politics.

But under the influence of this "force majeure", even if Franklin is a pile of "lettuce", he can become president as the plot develops.

But the problem is that in today's world, there seems to be no such "force majeure", or the impact of this "force majeure" is not that great.

Because of a series of events, the historical trend of the entire world has deviated to a certain extent. At least the "main plot" that happened at this point in time is somewhat different from what Amber remembers.

Just as Amber was distractedly thinking about these things, Franklin's voice sounded again from the other end of the communication line.

"Mr. Rebir, didn't Atlas carry out a 'humanitarian aid' operation before? The situation in the Rubion system is becoming increasingly serious. If it continues like this, multiple crises will surely erupt.
If the Atlas Group intervenes at this time to minimize the losses that these crises may cause, or even directly strangle the crisis in the cradle, wouldn't this be in line with the mission you promote?"

Hearing his words, Amber realized that Atlas's 'mind implant' in this regard seemed to be beginning to bear fruit.

But if it was Franklin, Amber felt that there were some things he still had to explain to him completely, so he quickly said:
“First of all, there is a thing called ‘packaging’ in this world.

Secondly, we at Atlas are indeed willing to do these things, but we can't really "work for free". After all, we are a company that needs to make a profit, and we have such a big family to support. If we really don't ask for anything in return, where will the ammunition and supplies we consume, as well as the wages, benefits and pensions of so many people come from? "

Franklin was surprised to hear Amber speak these things so bluntly, without hiding the Atlas Group's pursuit of interests.

He knew that Amber said this on purpose to make him give up that unrealistic idea, but he still asked unwillingly:
"But during the time on Pyra IV, weren't you, Atlas, caught between the Federation and the Empire? Both sides considered you an enemy, not to mention paying you."

"Who said we didn't get 'rewarded'?" Amber smiled and continued:

"Even Mr. Franklin, who is far away in the Rubion system and is probably quite busy on weekdays, knows our situation in Pella IV and even understands our 'company mission'. This is the best reward for me~"

Franklinton understood what Amber meant. In the conflict on Pyla IV, the biggest reward Atlas received was "reputation". The publicity effect of this conflict could not be compared with any other advertising.

Of course, what Amber didn't mention is that after the conflict, the Atlas Group basically completely controlled Pyla IV and key nodes in the galaxy.
"One more thing," he continued:

"Since Mr. Franklin is relatively concerned about the news, he must be aware of Atlas' current situation and its delicate relationship with the federal government.

If we intervene in the "civil war" of the Rubion galaxy at this time, I believe the federal government will be happy to label our Atlas Group as a "dangerous foreign force."

I don't want this, Mr. Franklin. We at Atlas don't want to give up such a large market in the Federation."

After listening to Amber's words, Franklin was confused for a long time, but he also knew that the problems Amber mentioned did exist.

The other party is such a large company that it will not rashly intervene in the increasingly unclear situation in the Rubion galaxy simply because of a few words from me.

This 'ambitious young man' could only let out a long sigh, and then said somewhat weakly:

"I understand, Mr. Rebir. I am sorry for disturbing you today. Just pretend that I have never contacted you."

"Look, you're in a hurry again."

Just as Franklin was about to end the call, Amber's voice suddenly came from the other side.

"Although it is not convenient for Atlas to take action directly now, it does not mean that you, Mr. Franklin, can't do anything yourself~"

(End of this chapter)