Chapter 1343: Businessman about to go bankrupt

  A dry palm unscrewed the lid of a bottle of beautifully packaged Bonin, and then poured the crystal clear liquid inside into a bright glass reflecting the light.

  The ice cubes in the glass began to melt slowly under the soaking of the wine, and then floated up a little bit with the light yellow wine, colliding together, making a nice clinking sound.

  The dry hand with the jewel ring grabbed the glass and poured the wine in it into the same dry lips exaggeratedly.

  This is a lonely man. He is sitting in his office with a pair of godless eyes, looking at the dusty financial statements in the office.

  In the corner of the office, there is also a huge planetarium. It is the Star of Ailan Xiris, the capital of the Ailan Hill interstellar empire, and the sacred and inviolable city.

  "Father..." A young man walked into the office, saw the desk and the wine bottles scattered on the ground, and screamed distressedly.

   "I know... I know..." The middle-aged man had gray hair. He raised his eyes and glanced at his son, then grabbed the wine bottle and poured the wine into his glass.

  "Father! You can't drink anymore!" The young man wanted to grab the wine bottle, but failed to do so. He persuaded him, but his father had already poured the glass of wine into his mouth when he opened his mouth.

   "At most, there are at most three days, and we are going bankrupt! Besides drinking, what else can make me forget this fact?" The middle-aged man gave a wry smile, and then grabbed the bottle again.

  "You must cheer up! Father! There will always be...there will always be a chance!" The young man picked up a production report from the ground and put it back on the table.

"Opportunity? Hope Planet 2 is a hell! It is a **** for us! It is a hell! There are no terrible monsters! There are no powerful magicians! The air there is sweet! There are lambs to be slaughtered everywhere. ......" The middle-aged man glanced at the report of last year with disdain, and then moved his gaze away extremely unnaturally.

  Once, he also had glorious moments. Five years ago, his factory was producing non-stop every day. At that time, he could use the daily Jindoujin to describe it.

   However, three years ago, the factory he expanded had to start cutting production. The fully automatic production line he invested in had no operating rate of even one-third.

  What's the solution? After all, he has no way to force others to buy the things he produces. All of this is no way.

  The only thing that can save him is Planet Hope 2...As long as his products are needed there, he can turn over, he can get a chance to breathe, and he can control his destiny once again.

  It’s a pity that there is no hope for him on Hope 2 planet. His factory has been completely shut down more than a month ago, and he can only wait helplessly for the arrival of the last moment.

He looked at the melting ice in the glass, and said lonely: "For those real estate developers, there is heaven! They like it, and for us... it is... destroying our last hope. Devil's Land!"

   At this point, his eyes became red, and his palms tightened the glass that refracted the light.

  In a hysterical state, he began to yell madly: "Why are they so weak? Why are they so weak and weak to resist? Are they not ashamed? Ashamed of themselves who have been slaughtered!"

"Father! You drank too much!" The young man pressed his father's shoulders and persuaded: "You haven't had a good rest for several days... Go home! Get a good night's sleep and you will feel better of."

"Damn! Three years! There have been no decent wars in three years! Are the generals of the empire fallen? Look at their stomachs, what is the difference between them and the barrels?" He pushed his son aside, desperately. The young man filled his glass with Bonin again.

  It's a cheap ale, which is only drunk by workers on weekdays. On this not-prosperous planet, it is just a cheap drink. Because the food is too abundant, the price of this drink is also very low, even in this "place where birds don't shit."

"War! War! Why... Why do we hope that a real war will not break out on Planet 2?" He poured the wine into his mouth again, and the middle-aged man stood up with a frantic laugh and made one. The action with arms wide open: "I've pressed everything here! But, but it's over here! It's over!"

  This is a non-prosperous planet, with a population of only more than 10 million. The only advantage of opening a factory here is cost control.

  Because the land here is cheap and the price of raw materials is relatively low, close to two resource planets, a large amount of copper ore can be easily obtained.

  Of course, there is another reason. Because of the industrial transformation of Ailan Sirius, he bought hundreds of equipment by selling related equipment at a low price. These equipments were originally expensive, but they were very cheap when he bought them.

  As a result, he originally wanted to do a big job, but only two years ago knew why these devices are so cheap because they won’t be useful for a long time.

  The officials who sold the equipment did not lie to him. The other party told him frankly that for the long-term development of the empire, it would give priority to the development of people’s livelihood and economy in the future.

  But at that time, he obviously didn't want to believe such a statement. Those big arms dealers are making a lot of money, and of course he wants to join in and get a piece of the pie...

  So he bought land on this planet, built factories, and then built a huge munitions factory.

At the peak of   , his factory created nearly one-tenth of the tax on the planet. But that's all in the past, because now, his factory hasn't used those huge machines for more than a month.

  There is no way, because the empire has not had a foreign war for three years, the demons have completely surrendered, and the elves and dragons have also been attached.

   Looking around, the entire universe seems to have no enemies. Although the empire is still developing its armaments, it is clearly focused on the emerging space fleet.

  Most of the traditional weapons have been preserved, because without war, there is no incentive to be eliminated.

The   T-72 tank is still in service in the military, and the same is true for the Type 99 main battle tank. In addition to purchasing power armor, the ground forces do not have many new equipment update plans. Even the ammunition produced by his factory has only a few fragmentary orders.