The people in Marillo were very realistic.
Although Isabella was indeed the general's daughter and was qualified to inherit the power and territory he left behind, everyone still had to live, right?
Ideals could not be eaten. Perhaps some people in the Federation thought that ideals could be eaten, but the people in Marillo had already come to this conclusion with their own experience.
Ideals really could not be eaten.
Whether it was to unify Marillo or to establish a new order.
Or to build a peaceful home without war.
These words were all bullshit. Having ideals did not mean that one could not eat.
With ideals, one also needed to eat, and one needed to eat more. Only when one was full would one have the strength to realize one's ideals.
During this period of time, the people here could not fill their stomachs. They had no source of income, and the existing funds were not much.
A part of it was used to buy all kinds of necessary supplies such as guns and ammunition, and a small part was used to buy food.
Even their wages had become quite small.
In the past, they did not need to worry about these things because the general would arrange everything at every moment.
Every month, a large amount of food and supplies would enter through the border between the Federation and Marillo. They did not need to worry about not having enough food or not having enough weapons and supplies.
But now, they felt it.
If it were not for the fact that this place was too far away from the other warlords and that the road was too dangerous, some of these people might have secretly run away.
The taste of hunger was not good. They worked hard for the warlords just to be able to eat their fill, to not let their families be bullied, and to have some stable money every month.
When Isabella kicked over the box and a large amount of money splashed out like water, people immediately recognized her.
She was the general's daughter and had once led the army into battle. She was qualified to inherit everything here.
Most importantly … she had money.
It didn't matter if the money was hers, the general's, or the Federation's. They didn't care. They only cared about when they could eat their fill and when they could get their pay on time. As for the rest?
They did not care, not at all. After all, they were working for others.
It was very easy for Isabella to take over this relatively small force. There were no twists and turns. The effect of money was too great.
The next reorganization work was not very difficult with the help of the Federation.
The development of Isabella's side was different from that of Sanchez's. If Sanchez's development was "compatible," he was like a sea that could accommodate everything.
In that case, Isabella was a bright flag. She represented the traditional way of thinking, a barrier, and also a sharp arrow!
In the evening, after finishing some work, Isabella was about to rest when someone knocked on her door.
"Ms. Isabella, you have a call from Mr. Lynch."
Isabella was stunned for a moment. "Got it. I'll be right there."
She got up from the bed, changed into a set of casual clothes, and opened the door.
There were two mid-level field agents from Blackstone Security protecting her outside the door. She didn't feel afraid at all living here. Instead, she felt at ease.
She finally understood the feeling that only Sanchez could experience. As long as she was still useful, the Federation would definitely ensure her safety.
Although it sounded a little … that, at least it was good news. At least she wouldn't die.
She went to the former mayor's study room. After the rise of the automatic military government, the administrative units in Marillo became mere decorations. The mayor was also kicked out.
The only people who were really useful in every city were the warlords and the armed forces under the warlords. They played all the roles.
Isabella picked up the phone and took a few deep breaths. Then, she quickly picked up the phone. "Good evening, Mr. Lynch."
Although something had happened between the two of them, Isabella still didn't dare to call him "Lynch" or any other name so rashly. She maintained a respectful attitude.
This was also related to her upbringing. In Marillo, the status of women was never high.
"Good evening, Isabella. First, I want to congratulate you. You've successfully taken the first step."
A smile appeared on Isabella's face. "Thank you for helping me. I know my own situation. Without your help, I wouldn't have been able to do anything."
Lynch's chuckle came from the phone. "You don't have to flatter me. You're more important than you think. Next, let's talk about something useful."
"We talked about the mines before. Do you remember?"
This was also one of the bargaining chips Isabella used to persuade Lynch. The current central government in Marillo was a puppet. The government couldn't even make it out of the capital.
Other than that city, all the other lands were in the hands of the warlords. This also meant that mining these mines was not troublesome.
As long as the warlords were convinced, they didn't even need to pay any fees!
The profits that a mine could bring couldn't be calculated simply. In short, there were a lot of them.
It was difficult for the locals in Marillo to mine, but it was easy for foreigners to mine.
If they weren't afraid of offending Lynch, Blackstone Security, and the Federation, then they could attack the mines to their heart's content.
Originally, Lynch didn't care about these things. Now that the situation had changed, some adjustments had to be made.
The script of "The Rise of Isabella" was adjusted.
"I've discussed it with the company and decided to slightly modify the previous plan. The current development path will lead to the area with the mines that you mentioned before."
Isabella was stunned. When she talked about this topic before, Lynch didn't have the slightest interest. It was as if he had just finished tightening and releasing pressure. He didn't have any desire at all.
But now, she could hear something different in Lynch's tone. It was desire, greed, or something else.
He hid it so well that Isabella couldn't tell what it was.
She came back to her senses and asked, "What do I need to do?"
"Cooperate!"
Lynch's voice was very gentle, but there was also a hidden power that couldn't be refused. "Later, your adjutant will explain the next strategy to you."
"A new batch of supplies and resources has begun to be loaded. When you're almost done organizing the resources in your hands, it will arrive at your side."
"Good luck, Isabella. I'll be waiting for your good news at the Federation!"
After hanging up the phone, Isabella was a little confused. She didn't know why Lynch suddenly changed the original plan, but she could only obey.
In fact, she had the opportunity to choose at the beginning, but she chose the most difficult path. From the moment she stepped on this path, there was no turning back.
Soon, the Federation's adjutant came to her with a map. He told her in detail about the new information from the headquarters. They only had one goal, and that was to break through a "passageway" and take over the entire mine!
This was related to the series of plans that followed, and there was absolutely no room for any mistakes!
More than an hour later, Isabella's mind was filled with various marching routes, strategies, and pushes. As she lay on the soft bed, she gently stroked her lower abdomen.
She didn't know if there would be any results from the night with Lynch, but she hoped there would be.
Lynch was too strong, and the people of the Federation were too strong. If this continued, it would be meaningless whether she could take back the general's territory and inherit his power.
Everything was strictly controlled by Lynch and the people of the Federation. She was just a puppet, just like the current central government and the nominal president of Marillo.
She only had the title, but she couldn't do anything.
She wasn't satisfied with this. She wanted to be a real ruler, and her only hope was to be pregnant with Lynch's child!
It was a very primitive idea and practice, using the next generation to connect two adults, but it was sometimes very effective.
At least she and Lynch knew that if she died or something, the person who would inherit everything she had would be the child, Lynch's child.
This was acceptable from an emotional and beneficial point of view.
On the other side, Lynch sat in the study and continued to think about the problem he had been thinking about.
Even if he could take a small bite out of the ten billion dollar market, it would be able to achieve another leap in his wealth.
This kind of opportunity was very rare, almost only once or twice every century. It might not even happen once!
Rich people wouldn't often go crazy to do something together. It was very difficult to make these people go crazy together.
Of course, he also remembered Mr. Patu's warning to him. In a ten billion dollar market, if he wasn't careful, he would fall and shatter into pieces.
So he couldn't be the "sniper." The sniper would be Isabella.
Look, there was nothing more logical than this.
Isabella desperately wanted to pay the cost of hiring Blackstone Security, so she found a high-reserve, high-purity open-pit silver mine in her territory. That wasn't too much, right?
Since she found the silver mine, wasn't it normal to start mining and selling the resources on a large scale?
After all, she needed to turn the silver mine into money and pay for various expenses. Otherwise, she would lose the support of Blackstone Security. That wasn't a problem.
A female warlord ignited the false prosperity of the silver market. There was no better script than this.
She was innocent because she didn't know what was going on in the capitalist world. When people thought that it was all a conspiracy, they couldn't find any valuable evidence.
As for sending someone to assassinate a female warlord?
This might be a good idea, but first, it had to work. Second, if the assassination failed, they had to be wary of the female warlord's revenge.
When a man went crazy, he might still have a trace of rationality, but when a woman went crazy, she couldn't be reasoned with!
A group of big capitalists and a female warlord?
This was enough to give them a headache!
As for letting Isabella bear this burden, it was even less of a problem. After all, this was her sacrifice.
If a person wanted to get something, they had to pay something.
The more they wanted to get, the more they had to pay!