I really don't have money for the ship girls.

"What could possibly happen?" Ying Tian waved his hand dismissively, appearing nonchalant.

Princess Eugen, however, rested her chin on her hand and said, "If we're talking about what happened, does it count that I slept with the Commander?"

Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to Ying Tian, ​​making his scalp tingle.

Ying Tian quickly explained, "We did sleep together, but that was all. Nothing else happened."

“Yes, it’s just sleeping together.” Prince Eugen stroked his arm and said with a look of ecstasy, “I hugged the Commander. He didn’t have much fat on his waist, but it was surprisingly firm and strong. Every breath I took carried the Commander’s scent, which made me unable to control myself.”

The Prince of Wales said with a sneer, "Some people can only do such sneaky things, thinking that it makes them legitimate."

"Yes, it wasn't legitimate at all, but I still slept with the Commander. He has leg hair, and it tickled me." Prinz Eugen chuckled. She was chosen by everyone in the naval base, and an Ironblood ship girl would never show weakness in front of a Royal Navy ship girl.

At this moment, the nature of this matter has changed.

In this semi-home ground, how can the Royal Navy ship girls maintain their dignity if they don't retaliate against the provocations of the Ironblood ship girls?

Prince of Wales: "Is this what iron-blooded glory looks like?"

Prinz Eugen: "They can only send me here secretly. This is what Ironblood's glory is all about. But the Commander's body is so good. I feel very safe sleeping with him."

Glorious: "The Commander's body is amazing. When he holds me in his arms, it is truly the happiest moment in the world."

Prinz Eugen: "I envy you being able to be held by the Commander. I can only sleep with the Commander, but the Commander is not well-behaved at all when he is asleep. His hands are always touching my chest. I can't help it. What can we do? We are sleeping together."

Belfast: "Is it possible that it's not that the owner is a restless sleeper, but rather that you're disturbing their sleep?"

Prinz Eugen: "It's possible. Even though I was disturbed, the Commander still took the initiative to sleep with me. How admirable. I like the Commander even more now."

Victory: "...Could you please stop talking about sleeping with my brother-in-law?"

Princess Eugen crossed her arms, a charming smile playing on her lips, and said, "I don't know if it's the first time, but the Commander and I slept together, just the two of us."

The Prince of Wales took a deep breath and unleashed his ultimate move: "I kissed the Commander. It was the Commander's first kiss, and many times."

This move, while inflicting heavy losses on both sides, left not only Prince Eugen speechless, but even Glorious, who was stroking his wedding ring, opened his mouth but remained silent.

Eugen fought against many opponents alone and was defeated. Although he was defeated, Eugen was still honorable.

Ying Tian sat to one side, not daring to say a word. Theoretically, he should have spoken, but his intuition told him that if he joined the battle, the fighting might never end.

Chapter 81 Psychological Attacks are the Best Punishment

The silence lasted for a while, until finally Ying Tian stepped in to smooth things over.

Anyway, he gave a long explanation, trying to smooth things over. Although Prince Eugen was secretly teleported here by the naval base, it also helped him understand his current situation. He could be said to have both merits and demerits. Even if the merits and demerits could not offset each other, it was not a big mistake.

He then gave Princess Eugen a stern reprimand, criticizing her for being capricious, lawless, and utterly disrespectful to him as commander. He added that if everyone acted like her, he wouldn't be fit to be commander anymore. After Princess Eugen apologized, Ying Tian stated that he had previously agreed with the naval base to be notified before any teleportation, and that this incident was a serious problem. He promised to punish the ringleader severely and without leniency.

Finally, Ying Tian said that since everyone is from the same garrison, they still need to work together to move forward. Whether it is punishment or reward, it is just a means, and the ultimate goal is still unity. So we should put aside hostility and look forward.

In short, after all that, the atmosphere was calmed down.

Of course, a conference call with the naval base was inevitable. Upon receiving the message from the Prince of Wales, Hoodton felt ashamed and indignant. The Prince of Wales and his entourage had just left, and the Royal Navy had been exploited without them. This was not just stealing from the Royal Navy, but a slap in the face to the honor of the Royal Navy!

So soon, Hood summoned all the ship girls from the port's leadership to the conference room. The others were already prepared, so they weren't embarrassed in front of Hood. Their main concern was Yingtian's attitude. Whatever her purpose, they had ultimately done something wrong.

"I want to know whose idea this was?"

Ying Tian didn't rush to speak. Punishment was definitely necessary, but he hadn't decided on the method yet. So, the Prince of Wales spoke into the phone in a suppressed tone: "Why send Prince Eugen over here without letting us know who started this?"

The people in the naval base's conference room were silent for a moment. Akagi kept his eyes down, Richelieu was mentally preparing his speech, and Soviet Velaros was about to speak when Marco Polo beat him to it: "This is of course a joint resolution made by the office meeting, and it was passed by all of us."

"Really? How come I don't know about this?" Hu De's pretty face was frosty as she snorted coldly, "I don't recall ever attending such a meeting."

Marco Polo thought to himself, "Nonsense, if you were to participate, there's no way the resolution would pass. Even if it did, the Prince of Wales and the others would find out beforehand. Putting aside whether it could even get past the commander, if it were leaked in advance, sending someone over would be pointless."

"Maybe he forgot..."

"What a forgetful thing!" Hood was furious. The usually calm and composed British lady was like a volcano about to erupt. She snorted and said, "Normally, when people talk about them, they are all famous and meritorious ships with outstanding achievements. They are known for their authority and the Sirens Purifier and Sirens Arbiter. They were just a couple of shots and a couple of bomber salvos. But now you can even forget your own comrades. You guys are really something."

The company, looking embarrassed, advised, "Hude, calm down."

"I'm very calm." Hood slammed his teacup on the table and said, "I just want to ask everyone, is our Royal Family no longer considered part of the Garrison's forces? If you all think so, then I have no objection!"

"How could it not count? Every ship girl in the port is part of the naval base."

"Hude, don't be angry. Let's talk this out calmly."

"Putting aside the facts, is the Royal Navy completely without fault?" Everyone else was trying to persuade Hood, but Mikasa was unwilling to indulge them. If it weren't for the Royal Navy's monopoly on commanders, no one would have resorted to such a desperate measure. However, the timing was not right, and Mikasa wanted to say more, but Amagi quickly stopped her.

"Mikasa means that we don't have bad intentions, and since the Commander is here, it's best to let the Commander make the decision."

Hood took a deep breath. Her anger was genuine, but it wasn't just real anger; she also had the intention of showing off to the commander. Ultimately, she failed to notice this, which was also her dereliction of duty.

"Commander, I'm sorry. It was my negligence that prevented me from discovering this. Please punish me."

"Hood, it's not your fault, don't take it to heart."

Yingtian's voice came from the speakers, and Hood breathed a slight sigh of relief. At this moment, Bismarck took the initiative to speak, saying, "The decision was indeed made by all of us. However, Eugen is one of Ironblood's people, so as Ironblood's flagship, I should bear the main responsibility. I am willing to be punished."

Hood scoffed, "How do you want to be punished?"

Bismarck said calmly, "Then let's follow the rules of the Eastern Empire. I'm willing to send my only sister, Tirpitz, to the Commander as a hostage."

"What a joke, what kind of punishment is this?"

"Of course it counts. It's a punishment to keep my sister and me apart and prevent us from seeing each other."

"Don't think we don't know what you're thinking."

"I think you don't know, I just want to admit my mistake."

……

"All right!"

The commander's words interrupted the argument between Hood and Bismarck. Ying Tian's calm voice came from the speakers: "Hood, you are not wrong, Bismarck is not wrong either, the one who is wrong is me, ha."

After a self-deprecating laugh, Ying Tian said, "The things we agreed on were just words, not really binding. I guess that makes sense. All that talk about spacetime influence is just empty talk, and the title of commander is just to give me a taste of the benefits. If you say I am, then I am; if you say I am not, then I am not."

"Commander, it's not like that! We..."

“Chicheng, don’t speak yet, let me finish.” Ying Tian said coldly, “I can still understand my situation. You can come and go as you please, and I can’t resist at all. You’re only calling me commander because you’re giving me face. If you don’t give me face, you can tie me up, put me on the operating table, and dissect me. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

"I am very grateful for your respect and the many benefits you have given me. Now, I would like to make another request: could you open an application channel for me to apply for a time period during which I will not be able to send people? Of course, it is also fine if you do not open it; I can understand that. Thank you."

Ying Tian's voice echoed in the conference room. It was unclear whether the commander was truly angry or not, but even Marco Polo bit his lip and panicked.

"Commander, please stop! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Akagi's voice was anxious and flustered. "I shouldn't have supported such an absurd thing. I was wrong, I won't do it again, I will never do it again!"

The company also stated, "I was involved, it was my fault, breaking my promises and such is despicable."

Ying Tian's voice remained calm: "There's no need. Let's talk it out. I was prepared."

Soviet Belaros quickly nudged Yixian, signaling her to speak. Yixian nodded and said softly, "Commander, please don't be angry. Everyone really knows they were wrong, and this will never happen again."

Richelieu said, "Please punish us, Commander. I am willing to accept any punishment as long as you can appease your anger."

In the hotel living room, the Prince of Wales and his entourage looked at Ying Tian with no expression. Was he really angry? It didn't seem like it, since he had been so easy to talk to just now.

Ying Tian wasn't actually that angry, but he couldn't really let it go easily either. Although everyone seemed to have deep feelings for him, his means of influencing the garrison were actually limited, so he had no choice but to resort to this tactic. This was a method Ying Tian had learned from an aunt at the orphanage. Whenever that aunt had a conflict with a rebellious child, she would hide in the kitchen and wipe away her tears. Even the most rebellious child couldn't stand it and would take the initiative to apologize.

So Yingtian's tone softened slightly: "So I can punish you? The law doesn't punish everyone, so how can I punish you?"

Everyone in the conference room breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that the commander was willing to impose punishment at least showed that he still respected them.

“Punishing all of you is unrealistic, so I will punish the ringleader. Bismarck is right, Prince Eugen is an Ironblood, and you are the Ironblood flagship,” Ying Tian said. “Bismarck, can I punish you?”

Bismarck stood solemnly: "I am willing to accept any punishment."

Silence fell over both rooms. Ying Tian seemed to be contemplating punishment, and no one dared to disturb him at this moment.

"Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish; the big picture can be seen in the small details. Do you know Bismarck and shredded pork with garlic sauce?"

Bismarck instinctively replied, "I know, it's a famous dish from the East."

"Next time we meet, I want to eat your stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sauce. If I'm not satisfied, then you'll be punished for all your offenses, understand?"

Bismarck was momentarily stunned, but then she understood what Yingtian meant. The commander was simply conveying an attitude: respect is mutual. He was angry, but not that angry.

The Ironblood flagship said with heartfelt admiration, "I will not let the commander down. Next time we meet, I will make shredded pork with garlic sauce that will satisfy the commander."

"Then keep it up!"

“I can also send my sister over as a hostage.”

"We'll talk about that later."

The ship girls in the conference room looked at each other, wondering if this was all going to end like this.

Pick it up high and put it down gently; it's called punishment, but it's really not much of a punishment.

Everyone knew in their hearts that such a thing would never happen again, and no one wanted to hear the commander say those words again. Akagi bit her lip tightly, almost crying.

Marco Polo felt the same way. She gently patted her thigh, thinking to herself, "The Commander doesn't seem as easy to handle as I thought."

Chapter 82 British Man, Be Confident

"Damn war, damn warmongers, oil prices have gone up again! Fuck!"

Robert slammed the door of his Mini shut, stepped on the gas, and drove away from the gas station. Although the soaring gas prices had made him feel stifled, the freedom to breathe fresh air still made him feel a bit excited.

Robert Jane Maxwell, 26, graduated from Plymouth University with a degree in business administration and currently works for her family business, Plymouth Mining, which she considers the worst decision she has ever made in her life.

Originally born out of wedlock, he was an ordinary young man with good self-control and a peaceful mindset. However, everything changed after he joined the family business and was directly managed by the family elders.

That elder, known as Lord Maxwell, was an incorrigible piece of rotten meat. Robert was under constant pressure, so much so that whenever he was out of his sight, he would utter a few curses to vent his dissatisfaction, just like before.

Robert had actually wanted to get a Tesla for a long time, but Lord Maxwell was vehemently opposed, like a roaring lion. If Mini hadn't been a British brand (though now owned by BMW), the old man would have thrown it to the scrap yard. The old man was a true feudal patriarch, clinging to so-called aristocratic manners and demanding others do the same, fantasizing that Great Britain was still the British Empire, and the Maxwell family still a powerful family on three continents. In reality, the company's business was shrinking, and in a few years they might not even be able to afford the maintenance costs of Maxwell Estate.

As Robert drove, he thought of the client he was to meet today and couldn't help but sigh. Everyone in the world knows that China is the world's largest market. This was clearly a golden opportunity to expand production capacity, enter the Chinese market, gain extra profits, and expand business operations... It was just a pity that the old man had no interest in any of these things. The client who had come all the way here to negotiate was destined to be disappointed.

Thinking about this, Robert sighed again. Why did he always have to do these things that were destined to be fruitless? It was simply a waste of his youth.

Then, when Robert met his client in London, he suddenly realized that he might have been wrong and that he might actually be able to persuade his stubborn old man.

“Mr. Robert, I appreciate your frankness, but to be honest, if it’s really as you say, I’m not confident I can convince Lord Maxwell.”

Robert nodded. Even though the young Chinese man sitting across from him was casually dressed and spoke English with an accent, Robert still dared not look down on him in the slightest. The man in front of him was completely beyond his understanding of ordinary Chinese people. The aura surrounding him was something that money could not buy.

Even though he was from a collateral branch of the family, Robert had still been influenced by traditional British aristocratic culture, and he was confident that he had that kind of discernment.

Ying Tian sat opposite Robert, casually crossing his legs. It was neither a sign of respect nor disrespect, but rather a display of composure and ease, a sense of nonchalance even in a foreign land.

After completing the integration of the garrison yesterday, Ying Tian decisively revised the character he was to play, changing from a fanatical convert to a mysterious and unpredictable young man from the East. In his understanding, a fanatical convert could indeed evoke a strong sense of national pride in others, but frankly, would anyone truly respect such a person?

The weak submit to the powerful, while the strong do as they please. Compared to the praise of a mediocre student, it is the top student who will call you the strongest, which is what truly makes people proud.

As for the method of shaping, it is very simple. The women around me are all mysterious and unpredictable. So, is the person surrounded by these women really just an ordinary young man?

The more ordinary and casual Ying Tian appears, the more unfathomable he is.

"If you can make some compromises with my uncle, Lord Maxwell, I think there won't be any problems."

Ying Tian didn't speak, but simply stretched out his hand. Robert thought he was asking him for something and was about to ask.

Then, the next moment, he saw a silver-haired beauty dressed in a traditional British maid outfit standing behind Yingtian. She gracefully walked forward and gently applied a yellow liquid to Yingtian's hand, as if it were some kind of mysterious ritual.

That's right, this is the second way to be a riddle master.

As for the yellow liquid, it's actually medicated oil mixed with orange juice.

"If it's about money, I don't care. After all, you always have to pay a price to get what you want. But..." Ying Tian paused for a moment and said casually, "If it's too boring for me, then there's no need for it. Cooperation is something that you talk about if you can, compromise if you can't, and if you can't compromise, then forget it. Am I right, Mr. Robert?"

“That’s right, Mr. Ying is absolutely right.” Despite the young man’s casual demeanor, Robert felt an increasing pressure. Even though the room was cool, his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. “I’ve seen the cooperation proposal that your secretary, Miss Wales, handed over. It’s quite sincere, but our company has never done business with China before, and it involves increasing production, which requires investment. So there might be some hesitation. Please understand.”

“I don’t quite understand. It’s just a small matter.” Ying Tian’s words were very straightforward. He said to the woman sitting quietly to the side, “Guanghui, I remember that you British people were quite enterprising during the Victorian era. Have you become so cautious now?”

Only after Ying Tian asked a question did Robert dare to look directly at the woman who had been sitting next to Ying Tian. No words could describe her beauty. Perhaps it was just like her name: radiant and illusory. It was not at all British, but very goddess-like.

Glorious said softly, "My dear, no one can be ambitious forever, and an old lion may lose its ambition."

"Well, it doesn't matter. It would be best if we could reach an agreement, but if we can't, let's just consider it a game."

As Ying Tian spoke, he raised his hand to Robert: "At least Mr. Robert and I get along quite well."

Robert quickly replied, "I'm honored."

"I remember the British have a very casual lunch, so you probably haven't had lunch yet, have you?"

"That's true..."

"Then we can have lunch together. I'm very interested in British culture, but I prefer Chinese food. I wonder if you'll like it?"

"Actually, I also really like Chinese cuisine."

Robert wanted to say a few more words about his favorite authentic Chinese dishes, such as General Tso's Chicken and Li Hongzhang's Chop Suey, to please the Chinese man in front of him, when a scene he would never forget unfolded before him.