Chapter 314 Party

But this is not enough. For the Colonial Fleet, the pressure is very great.

However, since the fourth year of the Principality, the Duke's Mansion has adopted a budget reporting system.

Unless there are special circumstances, such as war, all departments strictly follow the budget reporting.

Even if the Colonial Fleet can get extra exceptions 100%, Lawrence cannot give up his efforts.

"Isn't it just money?"

Lawrence smiled. He didn't make much. If he made too much, he would only face the iron fist of sanctions.

However, the Colonial Fleet itself made a lot of money.

There are too many ways to make profits, such as spoils of war, smuggling goods, and even some small mining sites.

Due to special reasons, the Colonial Fleet is subject to very few restrictions in this regard.

This is a tacit consent.

Lawrence is not a timid person. Since the Duke bypasses the government to give convenience, what is there to be afraid of?

At most, he will take the blame, but before being liquidated, he will expand the Colonial Fleet.

Following Lawrence to the ground, there are also heavy boxes.

All the nearby berths were under martial law, and the fleet soldiers with live ammunition blocked the surrounding passages. All the merchant ships watched the group of soldiers carrying a pile of boxes away.

The Griffin Kingdom merchant ship that had just caught Lawrence's attention also had a group of people looking at it with envy.

"Are these people from the colonial fleet? So impressive."

"Not only that, judging from the flag, it should be the colonial commander Lawrence."

"Look at their soldiers, all of them have completed the firearms, this is a great power, but it's a pity that we..."

"Please believe Count Andre, the Griffin Kingdom will also usher in a new life."

Lawrence didn't know that the pomp of his trip had aroused the enterprising spirit of some progressive patriots.

After he went to the ground, he didn't even have time to go home, and rushed into the military shipyard carrying gold bars.

Boom, boom, boom! ! !

The heavy boxes were thrown on the ground, and the factory director's frightened heart almost exploded.

That's right, I said that I would reduce the aid to your colonial fleet, but didn't your representative scold me first?

How can you, Commander Lawrence, be so petty that you actually came back from the colony to hunt them down?

As a local technician... the factory director considers himself a technician, and he is afraid that these guys will do something out of line.

"Director, I won't say anything extra."

Lawrence sat down carelessly.

The factory director nodded in fear: "What do you want to say?"

"You can calculate how much these gold bars are worth. I want to order a few new ships."

"What?" The factory director sat back on the stool, his heart was relieved, and he subconsciously wanted to make a few words.

However, Lawrence narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous aura spread.

"Gu!"

Forget it, don't bother with these rough guys.

"Commander Lawrence, Warrior-class battleship, 4,204 meters, 28 guns, maximum caliber 260 mm, cost one million gold coins, I won't make a penny from you, according to the internal budget price, how many do you want?"

The factory director looked at Lawrence with disdain. Did he really think that the money in his pocket would be of use?

Warships of big countries are not easy to handle. For a country like the Griffin Kingdom, if they build a few more ships, the fiscal revenue of one year will be fully filled.

The annual budget of the entire colonial fleet is only one million. Do you have money?

Even if the money handled every year is like a gold mountain, the factory director dare not say that one million gold coins is a small amount.

Only the principality can handle such a big thing.

Lawrence is very familiar with the contempt in the other party's eyes. The colonial fleet is far away from the mainland. Although there are many legends, it really does not attract much attention.

In the subconscious of many people in the mainland, the colony, which is far away from the horizon, is no different from the countryside.

But... I just have money.

"Open the box and show it to our factory director."

Lawrence lit a cigar and blew smoke rings comfortably.

Why does everyone want to climb to a high position?

Not to mention the delicious food, the power and money in his hands are beyond your imagination.

The commander of the colonial fleet sounds inconspicuous, but the power in his hands is terrifying.

The boxes were opened one by one, and the gold bars inside were neatly stacked layer by layer.

The dazzling gold color hurt my eyes.

The factory director was dumbfounded. He handled a lot of money, but he had never seen them all laid out together.

"I will first reserve two Warrior-class ships and two entry-level ships. You leave the dock to me first, and I will go to the Duke to go through the internal procedures."

Why do you think Lawrence is in such a hurry?

The output of the military shipyard is constant. If you don't occupy the dock first, you have to wait in line even if you have money.

It just so happens that the five-year budget of the principality has not yet been released, and other fleets want to place orders, but they haven't paid yet.

Occupy the pit first, and then turn around and go through the procedures, this is the kingly way.

You ask why not place an order directly?

Can the internal price be the same as the takeaway price?

And the colonial fleet is not owned by an individual. Unless he is tired of living, he dares to add warships privately.

The factory director absolutely dares not accept private orders, that is courting death, and it is the kind of family elimination game.

And Lawrence doesn't need to run anymore. According to the plan made half a year ago, the Duke and Duchess will bring their eldest son to witness the official handover ceremony of the Warrior Class.

This is also the first appearance of the Duchess after giving birth to her second child.

After knocking the military shipyard unconscious with gold bars, Lawrence left in a haughty manner.

Within two days, the news spread.

Everyone envied the colonial fleet for its wealth, and they were jealous to the point of red eyes.

Before Derek left, he received as many complaints as snowflakes.

"These guys in the navy, every one of them is worry-free," Derek knew in his heart that they were not here to complain, but to urge him to go to the military shipyard.

The real intention of the navy's big gathering was certainly not to come for the handover ceremony.

The reason why everyone was impatient was to set up checkpoints at sea to collect taxes.

Each fleet was about to usher in a big income, so of course they were extremely active.

Therefore, Derek took his wife and son, took the Duke's special train, and set off for the military shipyard.

Thanks to convenient transportation, it was not so easy for a duke of a country to travel around in the past.

This time, the special train carrying the Northland Knights and the Duke's family arrived directly at the coastal area.

The Guards Infantry Regiment, which had arrived long ago, took over the defense mission.

A group of naval officers were waiting on the platform, waiting for the Duke and Duchess to arrive.

The entire train station was completely blocked, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

As the train entered the station, Derek saw this grand scene.

"Build a small platform for special use in the future. Closing the train station like this will affect traffic too much." He directly instructed his entourage to remember this.

Technically, there is no difficulty. When you arrive at the station, lay a section of rails and build a small platform separately. It can be used in many cases.