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Bismarck nodded.

"Although we had anticipated that the Royal Family would offer a new, trap-laden condition after initially agreeing."

"but..."

As he spoke, Bismarck shook the plan in his hand, a wry smile appearing on his face.

As a warship, she understands military affairs, and is also adept at politics and diplomacy.

However, she had very limited knowledge of economic matters.

Ironically, this plan is about the economy.

Ultimately, ships like the St. Louis are still a minority.

“I see absolutely no traps in this plan.”

After saying that, Bismarck put the plan down.

"The biggest trap is the absence of traps, isn't it?"

Prince Eugen walked over and picked up the plan she had brought back.

"If we don't know how to handle it, why don't we let someone else try?"

"you mean..."

"Bismarck, guess how many copies of this plan will end up on that commander's desk?"

...

the next day.

At the very beginning of the meeting, Rob announced some news.

"Well, how should I put it, everyone."

"The united organization I mentioned before, everyone here should remember it, right?"

"So, starting today, we at Donghuang hereby declare that only those who join this organization can purchase the 'new ship equipment'."

"Of course, there are many more specific terms. However, these are confidential, so I won't go into details here."

"As for those that have already been sold, the contracts will remain unchanged. We believe in keeping our word in business."

"Okay, I've finished speaking."

After Rob finished speaking, the meeting adjourned immediately.

Because everyone needs to consider what kind of power this organization, which doesn't even have a name yet, will have in the future.

That evening, several identical documents appeared on Rob's desk.

These documents were the same plan that the Royal Navy and the White Eagles had previously provided.

Chapter 663: St. Louis's Day Off

"So, what is this?"

Rob looked at the pile of identical documents on his desk and scratched his head.

"This was sent by Miss Tashkent."

The head maid stepped forward and placed one of the documents aside.

"This copy was brought over by Miss Leonardo da Vinci."

"Oh...so what exactly is this?"

Although he had figured out where these things came from, Rob casually flipped through them but couldn't understand them at all.

"It must be some kind of economic agreement."

"Judging from the content, it was probably jointly initiated by His Majesty and the White Eagle."

"As for which side is in a dominant position, Belfast doesn't know."

Rob looked at his head maid with some surprise; she was just too omnipotent.

Does she even understand this kind of thing?

“I understand, Belfast. Go and contact St. Louis. Ask her if she'd be interested in coming over.”

If we were to name the busiest person in the entire Eastern Empire camp recently, it would undoubtedly be Saint Louis.

The previous Sardinian Empire Expo effectively expanded the sales channels for Donghuang's traditional products.

Because this involves cross-faction trade, there are many things that St. Louis needs to be involved in.

To be honest, even Rob hasn't seen her much lately.

"Yes, Master."

With that, the head maid gracefully lifted her skirt and curtsied before slowly leaving the room.

"Sending these things to me... Ha, is this some kind of show of sincerity?"

After flipping through the documents a few more times, Rob casually tossed them aside and began to think about his next plan.

...

A few days later, a weary traveler arrived in St. Louis, the city of music.

"Commander, it's been so long! Did you miss me?"

Since it was a public place, St. Louis simply came up and gave Rob a hug before they parted ways.

"miss you!"

Mr. Luo was quite honest and immediately nodded heavily.

Hehehe~

Immediately, the air was filled with St. Louis's silvery laughter.

...

In Rob's room, the head maid was serving tea to the two people who were already seated.

Both Rob and St. Louis are clearly not the type of people who like to ramble on.

Before the head maid even served the tea, St. Louis had already picked up the plans and was studying them carefully.

Robb sat there quietly, waiting for St. Louis to appear before him.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rustling of papers.

...

I don't know how much time has passed.

When the tea in her cup had gone cold, St. Louis sighed and put down the document she had carefully read through several times.

She frowned and rubbed her temples a few times with her fingers.

The long hours had left her feeling tired, even though she was a ship herself.

“Commander, I think we need to talk to these factions immediately.”

St. Louis picked up his teacup and drank the now-cold tea in one gulp, then said to Rob.

"The person who devised this plan is indeed very insightful."

"On the surface, these camps will all see significant growth in the next two decades because of this plan."

"But...heh, this development was 'tailor-made' for them by the Royal Family and the White Eagles."

"Once they get on this bus, when they can get off, or whether they can get off at all, is no longer up to them."

Looking at St. Louis, Rob nodded slightly.

"I'll make the arrangements."

"However... you should rest for at least the next couple of days."

"This city can still be considered a tourist city to some extent."

"Now that we're here, let's relax for a bit."

"There's no need to force yourself."

Rob's words made St. Louis's eyes widen slightly.

"Oops, Commander, you noticed?"

"Hmm~ In that case, I'll follow the commander's instructions."

"But hehe~"

As he spoke, St. Louis stood up and walked over to Rob.

"I have a request~"

Looking at the alluring face so close to his, for some reason, Rob felt a chill run down his spine.

...

The next day, Jean Bart watched as Romain was dragged away by Saint Louis, and looked at Richelieu beside him with some resentment.

"Hey, are you just going to stand there and watch?"

"Hmm? Miss St. Louis is usually very busy. Isn't it nice that she finally has some time to spend alone with the Commander?"

"I...you...never mind!"

Jean Bart stared wide-eyed at his innocent-looking older sister for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

On the other side, the head maid watched the two figures walk away and then gave instructions to Sirius beside her.

"Follow him, and remember, don't let the owner find you."

"Understood, Head Maid."

...

Since it's a music capital, you naturally have to catch a concert when you come here.

Coincidentally, there is a symphony performance in the Golden Hall today.

Rob and St. Louis are people of some standing, so getting to see a show shouldn't be a problem for them.

However, Rob ultimately overestimated his artistic talent.

After the concert, he seemed quite listless.

"Oh dear, Commander, why do you look so listless?"

"That won't do! We still have a lot of things to do today!"

Holding Rob's arm, St. Louis smiled and tapped Rob's head with his finger.

"Ah...ah?! I'm fine."

Where to next?

"Hehe~ You said you were fine."

"In that case, come with me for a walk in the park."

...

On a park bench, Rob, who was a little tired from walking, was resting his head on St. Louis's plump thighs, while enjoying St. Louis's not-so-skilled massage service.

"Commander, I plan to go and talk to the Northern Alliance tomorrow."

"So rushed? You can rest for a few more days without any problem."

Due to the angle and certain unspeakable reasons, Rob can't see St. Louis's expression right now.

"No, thank you. I've finished dealing with things here, but there are still a lot of things waiting for me to do back home."

"Is that so..."

“St. Louis, you don’t need to do everything yourself.”

"Let's find some helpers."

Hehe~