My name is Ren

Chapter 616 If a person wants to fall hard, he must first fly high, fly high, fly even higher! ! ! !
The fact that Salcomo was invited to drink tea by the General Administration of Taxation quickly spread throughout the empire. The speed of news transmission was unimaginable, and there must be someone behind it.And the purpose of this pushing hand is obvious, his purpose is to shake people's hearts.As the main cadre of the Rennes family, Sarcomo was taken away, which has dealt an extremely serious blow to the forces of the Rennes family.

Especially in the Industrial and Commercial Party, after losing the leader and leader of the party, Salcomo, many people began to feel anxious about the future.Queen Pars dared to touch Salcomo, does it mean that she thinks she is strong enough to suppress possible emergencies and force Renn to bow his head?
Ordinary civilians and even low-level privileged classes are not necessarily aware of the cruelty of political struggles. Their level is really too low, and they don't know much about the cruel and fierce strife at the top.The higher the position and weight, the more endless the fight will be. No one will leave any chance for the other. It is necessary to hit the vital point with one blow to ensure that the opponent's family will die.

The people implicated are equally miserable. The Orlando family has always been good players in political struggles. They have no tradition of being merciful. Since the Industrial and Commercial Party is included in the scope of the attack, Queen Pars will definitely not let it go. Anyone.

Facing the unknown future full of mist, some businessmen who were not deeply involved in the matter had already retreated, and the entire Industrial and Commercial Party was in chaos in an instant.The intervention of the State Administration of Taxation caused this panic to spread to the entire Industrial and Commercial Party. Everyone didn't know whether they would be the target of the first round of attack, so they could only desperately try to find a way to talk to the big shots, so that they could get out of this vortex. Get out of it.

In fact, you can't blame them, they are not politicians, they are just businessmen.What a businessman pursues is always profit, not a certain ideal or lofty goal.They also don't have the ability to give up their lives, or anything else, for great and holy dreams anytime, anywhere.

There was also a little commotion in the Labor Party. No one knew how wide the scope of the attack was. Only the leader of the Labor Party kept silent amidst the clamor.

There are many others who are keeping silent.

"Bethel, has Renn contacted you recently?" In the courtyard of the palace garden, Bethel followed closely behind Queen Pars, step by step, neither aggressive nor too far behind , Always maintain enough respect and humility.

After the beginning of spring, the whole garden becomes full of vitality, and emerald green shoots emerge from the gray-green branches, making the spring more intense.Some early blooming flowers embellish the green world with tender pink, which makes people feel refreshed. Take a deep breath, and feel that the air is sweet and lively.

Bethel was still in awe of Her Majesty the Queen, but he could only keep his own opinion on the gardeners in the palace.It is a waste of such a perfect garden to be trimmed like this bird.

He was a little absent-minded, because he had been too far away from the center of power for too long, so that he was no longer so sensitive to politics.

Even if he is the Minister of State Security of the Empire, the power is not in his hands. He goes to and from get off work every day like a mascot, and it is a bit...funny to imagine himself as a minister with great power!
The wandering thoughts returned to his head, and he lowered his head slightly to show his humbleness, "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Rennes didn't contact me, and I don't think he would contact me if he wanted to contact the Security Department. He will contact Nietzsche."

Pals paused and stopped, and Bethel stopped immediately.

Queen Pars tilted her head slightly, and the corner of her eyes swept across his face, and Bethel immediately felt a slight needle prick on his skin, "Do you know dragons?"

Dragon?of course I know.

"Did you know that dragons can't fly for a long time after birth?" Pals continued to walk forward, "until the adult dragons lifted their young offspring from the cliff. The moment they were thrown down, the young dragons mustered up their courage because they were afraid of falling, and flapped their fleshy wings that they hadn't used since they were born, soaring into the sky."

"Courage can make a dragon flap its wings, and it can also make a person take the first step. The first step is very important. Taking the past is a new beginning. If you can't make it..." She sneered, "Then fall to your death All right!"

Although Bethel has been silent for a long time, it does not mean that he has forgotten how to interpret politics.Queen Pars had already made it very clear, almost telling him very bluntly that she would support him in seizing the real power of the Ministry of National Security.

But there is a prerequisite for all of this, and that is to take the first step... Queen Pars is his backing, but he must also show the courage and ability to make the queen support him.

He bowed his body with a determined look on his face.

When Bethel returned from the palace, his whole demeanor changed drastically. He suddenly realized that he might be afraid of Rennes, but he shouldn't be afraid of Nietzsche or anyone else.

Before leaving, the words of Queen Pars were still echoing in his head——are you a nobleman? !
Yes, I am a nobleman, why should I be afraid of some people who don't even have titles?Is it just because they are Rain's dogs?
It seemed that it was the first time he walked into the Ministry of National Security with his head held high, his chest up and his nostrils in the sky. He used to feel that the busy hall was boring, but now he could see a certain rhythm from different angles and moods.

People kept saying hello to him, no matter whether it was superficial or sincere, he didn't smile and nod like before, but walked to his office without squinting.

The moment he sat in the chair with his hands pressed against the edge of the table, a sense of ambition was born.

"Let Nietzsche come here." He ordered, as a minister, he must be equipped with a clerk, no matter whether he needs to work or not.

The clerk is 19 years old, a little girl, who came in through a relationship. This job is leisurely and prestigious at the same time, and she sacrificed a lot for it.She froze for a moment, and felt something called majesty in Bethel's tone for the first time.The little girl with little experience immediately ran to the other end of the corridor and knocked on the door of Nietzsche's office.

This is like the minister's office.There are more than a dozen staff members crowded in the spacious office, they are reporting their work and recording Nietzsche's approval at the same time.Every day, Nietzsche had to deal with important intelligence collected from various parts of the empire, and after analyzing it, he came up with a relatively reasonable solution.

Nietzsche glanced up at the little girl. He knew that the little girl came in through the relationship of an earl, so he would give a little face.He put down the pen in his hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

The little girl was a little nervous, she nodded repeatedly, "Minister asked you to go."

Nietzsche frowned. He looked around and said with a smile, "Didn't you see that I'm busy? I'll go there after I finish handling today's work. You can talk to the minister." The "way of getting along" with the minister severely punished him, and he also understood that he was a bit rampant in the past, but now he is much more low-key.

The little girl ran to the other end of the corridor again, panting slightly, and replied: "Master Minister, Director Nietzsche said that he will not come here until he has completed his official duties."

Bethel was expressionless and nodded noncommittally. After taking two or three breaths, he said, "Go and tell Nietzsche that you must come here now. In addition, let the captain and deputy captain of the security department come here."

The little girl's face turned pale. Although she didn't quite understand what happened, it didn't prevent her sixth sense from telling her that something big might happen.

After more than 20 minutes, Nietzsche walked in slowly, with an apologetic smile on his face, and he explained his behavior with a haha, "There is too much work at hand, I am sorry, Minister, I am late gone."

After he finished speaking, he found the captain and deputy captain of the guard standing by the door, looking at Bethel in confusion. He felt that the atmosphere today was a bit unusual.

Before he could further probe into what happened, Bethel said, "Chief Nietzsche, I formally inform you that from now on, you will be relieved of your duties. Please pack your personal belongings and leave immediately. here."

Nietzsche stared at Bethel with wide-eyed eyes, his heart was pounding, and the smile on his face gradually narrowed, becoming a little hideous, "My lord minister, are you joking? This joke is not very funny. "

Bethel pushed the table and stood up. He leaned forward slightly, showing his unparalleled aggressiveness for the first time.He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Nietzsche, making Nietzsche feel as if the finger was poking at him from such a long distance, "First, I'm not joking with you." His expression was particularly special. The seriousness, the sudden burst of momentum made Nietzsche feel a little hard to breathe, "Second, pack your things and get out immediately!"

The fat on Nietzsche's face trembled, and his eyes were fierce, "You have no right to do this, my position was appointed by the Marquis!"

Bethel took a deep breath and straightened his upper body. He pinched his sword collar with both hands, pulled it hard, and swept his right hand lightly on the noble medal on his left chest, "No, I have this right, I am It's the head of the Ministry of Security, not Ren!" As he spoke, he looked at the captain and deputy captain of the guard and shook his hands, "After he packs his things, send him out!"

(End of this chapter)