"Your Majesty, Lynch revealed some army equipment that we haven't found out yet, as well as some related data …"
She was watching an opera brought back from the FBI, taped and playing in the theater.
There was a small theater in the palace that served the emperor. For example, when he wanted to take a break to relieve his fatigue, he was very excited.
This time, the cultural exchange team from Gaffra showed enough contempt for everything in the Federation. In the words of the leader, "The culture of the Byler Federation is as worthless as cow dung."
For the leader, who was more cultured, he really couldn't stand the low-class people of the Federation's cultural world.
Except for a few artists who could be praised by people, there was not much artistic element in the works of the others. They were either inexplicably narcissistic or vulgar.
Among the many works that he really couldn't stand, he casually chose a few works and bought the copyright to publish them. He also swore that he would never visit the Federation again.
It was a desert of art!
In fact, what he said was not wrong. How could a group of exiles, fugitives, and descendants of criminals have the "artistic aura" that the Guevara People talked about?
They were too far away from art. This was the biggest difference between the two countries' social forms, or even the difference between the two countries' social forms.
However, these works that the leader looked down on were showing their power.
For example, the emperor really liked the opera that was being played.
He didn't have the nerve to say that he wanted to watch a movie. Before that, his attitude and position were very firm. He would never watch the Federation's movies and TV shows. He believed that those things would corrupt people.
Therefore, he chose an opera. The script of this opera was written by the great scriptwriter of Gaffra. It was called "Hayne's Revenge" or "Count Hayne's Revenge". It was about a count who was plotted against, but luckily escaped, and finally achieved his revenge.
In Gaffra's version, the core of the opera was the count's wisdom. He used his wisdom to deal with many enemies, and finally, by instigating his enemies to attack each other, they were defeated, and he regained power.
Many people thought that this was a very classic opera. The aristocrats in the opera were full of cunning, treacherous, and full of wisdom. Even the negative characters were full of charisma. It was a rare masterpiece.
As for the Federation's version … it was much more open.
In the Federation's version of "Hayne's Revenge", Count Hayne didn't use his wits like Count Hayne did in Gaffra. He used his muscles instead.
From the moment he escaped from the dungeon, he had displayed unparalleled personal ability and bravery. Of course, he had some intelligence, but most of it was bravery.
There was no thrilling dance on the wire rope. The whole process was a different kind of heroism that used violence to curb violence.
In fact, there were some people in the Federation who were complaining about this. Since Count Hayne was so powerful, he wouldn't have been subdued by a few bad guys who didn't even have weapons.
However, this didn't stop people's enthusiasm for it. Just like His Majesty the Emperor at this moment, he was full of energy.
Every time Count Hayne defeated his enemies neatly and neatly, he would feel a sense of satisfaction and joy from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't need to use his brain. He just wanted to be happy. The script was changed well. If no one disturbed him, it would be even better.
The player stopped at the right time, and the dim light in the theater lit up. It wasn't blinding, but it didn't hurt His Majesty's eyes, which had adapted to the dark.
"What he said may be just his bluff. Lynch is an excellent businessman, and bluffing is the nature of a businessman."
When His Majesty said this sentence, there was a hint of disdain in his tone. In fact, this was not his intention. It was just the content of the opera that affected him.
He soon calmed down and asked, "Find a professional to record this. Ask the military industry whether these data are fabricated or based on certain evidence."
The person bowed again. "We have reviewed it. Most of the data is in line with the inference of the engineers. They believe that these data are likely to be true."
His Majesty's eyes flashed. He stood up and walked back and forth a few steps. "Put some people in there. Make sure to remember every word."
"Also, contact the spies in Baylor. Ask them to move a little. Don't all move. Choose a few of them. I want to know the authenticity of these data!"
His Majesty was not so blind as to whether he believed or not. He needed to verify it.
Mr. Trumann's strategy was successful. The biggest problem for Gaffra was not their navy, but their army.
In every war, because the army was unreliable, they had to give up the advantage they had gained through the navy. The country had unified the idea that the navy must be equipped with combat power as soon as possible.
If it weren't for the fact that the motherland of Amelia was a coastal country, they might not even have been able to conquer Amelia.
Every time they defeated a local military resistance force, the army would be chased back after a few days. As a result, it was equivalent to fighting for nothing!
If the army could be of some help, Gaffra's territory would have expanded countless times.
There were not many ways to change the current situation of the army. One was to completely crush the enemy in terms of military equipment and reduce the proportion of individual military quality in the war.
Another was to strengthen and train the army so that it could display the strength it should have.
The latter was difficult, but the former was worth considering.
Gaffra had a secret plan, and that was to change the army's equipment.
Now that some of the Federation's equipment had been revealed, it gave the engineers a lot of reference value. Especially through these parameters, the engineers could reverse engineer the strength of the Federation's army.
This would be of great value in the next war. At the very least, they would have a rough understanding of the Federation's army's combat power.
"Those trash are not completely useless …" His Majesty's lips curled into a smile. He sat down again. "Pay close attention."
He raised his hand, and the lights dimmed. The plot on the screen started moving again.
News of Lynch's discussion with the nobles of the Privy Council about the army spread quickly among the nobles. Some of the nobles who did not come also came over.
The nobles were a group of people who relied on the state system to suck blood. Most of the time, they had a negative image in the minds of the people. But sometimes, they were not completely negative.
At least in terms of patriotism, they were more patriotic than ordinary people. If the country was not strong enough, they would not live well.
Only when the country was strong could they continue to act like a tyrant.
This matter naturally led to some unexpected situations. For example, a federal spy lurking in the Imperial Capital also learned of this news.
"Boss, I have something to do and I want to ask for leave …" An employee working in a cafe not far from the palace suddenly asked for leave.
The boss frowned. "Is there a reason why you have to leave?"
The young man's face was a little shy. "I plan to pick up my girlfriend from work …" The boss's face was a little unhappy. He did not think that coaxing his girlfriend was more important than work.
But then the young man said, "I plan to propose to her today!"
The boss's expression immediately relaxed. He looked at the young man, pursed his lips and smiled. He then nodded. "Okay. By the way, do you need an advance on your salary?"
The young man shook his head. After thanking the boss for his generosity, he quickly changed his clothes and left.
From the moment he left the coffee shop, the expectant and nervous expression on his face gradually cooled down. There was only a kind of deep, hidden anger.
There's a traitor among us!
Just as he was thinking about these things, someone suddenly bumped into him. Subconsciously, he put his hand into his pocket. This was a kind of instinct.
He staggered a few steps forward and turned around with an apologetic look on his face. It was another young man, but his eyes were a little special. The ratio of his pupils was a little wrong. They were slightly enlarged.
The man instinctively hugged the briefcase in his hand. On it was a label that said "Le Du Daily Editorial Department".
Le Du Daily Editorial was a local third-rate tabloid that specialized in introducing call girls. It had a certain circulation, but its quality was very low.
"Sorry, I didn't notice you."
The young man probed further to make sure that the other party was not there to test him.
He even took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch the young man who might be from the newspaper.
The young man who was bumped into took a few steps back. He held the briefcase tighter in his arms.
"No, it's okay. I didn't notice you either. Are you okay?"
It was a very hypocritical and perfunctory reply. Both of them seemed to want to leave as soon as possible.
The young man nodded and turned around. He focused on his surroundings and left quickly.
The young man from the newspaper turned around and ran again.
If the young man had paid a little more attention, he would have noticed that the young man from the newspaper had a fishy smell on him. It was the smell of blood.
The young man ran into the newspaper office, panting. Everyone's eyes were focused on him at this moment.
"Big … big news! Shocking news! We're going to be famous!"
He waved the briefcase in his hand and rushed into the chief editor's office after catching his breath.
The chief editor was a middle-aged man in his forties. He wore round-framed glasses and had a small mustache. He had a very traditional and cultured aura.
He was holding a cup of 15 yuan a pound of scented tea in his hand. He was savoring it carefully.
When he saw the young man from the newspaper office rush in, he did not show any displeasure. He just looked up and squinted. "What good news is this?"
The young man from the newspaper office took a few more breaths. His face was flushed with excitement. "Evidence of Yuan Rong Capital's alleged fraud!"
The chief editor stood up. The scented tea wet his well-maintained mustache, but he did not care at all.
He only knew that the newspaper office was going to be famous!