Abyss Solo-Chapter 129 - : 077 Give him a lesson_2
Chapter 129: 077 Give him a lesson_2
Lyu praised, “Boss, you didn’t take the opportunity to mess around.”
Yang Ming chuckled lightly, calmly stood up, and stretched lazily.
“If Miss Windsor sends a message, reply in the tone of my smart assistant. I want to get a good night’s sleep and recharge.”
“What if it’s someone else messaging?”
“If it’s not urgent, just ignore it.”
Lyu noted it down in his little notebook.
Then, at dawn the next day, Yang Ming, lying on the big bed, looked at the dozens of missed calls and unread messages, as black lines gradually crept across his forehead.
…
Tsk, the Second Prince, Edwan, really had the potential for “obsessive callback.”
Yang Ming sent a message back to Miss Windsor, saying he was already awake, though she was certainly asleep now and couldn’t immediately reply.
Next, Yang Ming called Edwan and casually lowered the call volume.
“Hey!”
Edwan’s voice was filled with annoyance,
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“Did you sleep like a dead pig, Yang Ming?”
“Brother, Your Highness, I’ve been on duty for three days straight,” Yang Ming complained, “Keeping my nerves taut to watch the delegation exhausted me.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Edwan’s voice instantly softened, “The military and the Guard Army drafted a commendation report, as long as my father nods, a batch of people can get a small promotion, and your performance was the best this time.”
Yang Ming sat up and took the warm water the household robot handed him, soothing his parched throat.
“I just became a captain not long ago; now I’m going to be promoted to a field officer?”
Yang Ming felt slightly guilty.
“That was my original plan,” Edwan said, “With General Fremont’s strong recommendation and others witnessing your efforts, promoting you is only natural, but…”
Yang Ming said helplessly, “See, there’s always a ‘but’ at times like this.”
“Old Three is putting up resistance,” Edwan pondered slightly, “I’ve been trying to discuss this with you through messages.”
“Resistance?”
Yang Ming looked at the projection screen that appeared beside him, where important information Lyu had collected over the past seven or eight hours was displayed.
Edwan spoke slowly,
“Old Three’s stance is very clear, I’ll let General Uli off, and he allows you to be smoothly promoted.
“Old Three’s reason for blocking your promotion is also quite legitimate… Although we’ve been generous in giving honorary ranks to the nobility, Ming, your time in the Guard Army has been too short, less than a month. Normally, it takes at least one to two years for a further promotion.
“What do you think?”
“And even if we insist on going after Uli, we can’t bring him down directly. Under Old Three’s operations, at most it would suspend Uli for a few months. I think this exchange is acceptable.”
Yang Ming laughed, “Your Highness, make the decision; of course, I wouldn’t refuse a promotion, I’m just vying for this.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Edwan exhaled lightly and whispered,
“Ming, I believe the Sherman Empire has planted a spy in Wind’s power core.”
Your father is Sherman’s spy.
Of course, Yang Ming couldn’t say this to Edwan directly.
“It should be arranged in the palace,” Yang Ming said vaguely, “Don’t worry about it, Edwan, Wind is nominally a vassal state of the Sherman Empire, you guys are a family.”
“Give me a break, family,” Edwan yawned, “I’ll continue working for a while, if you have free time during these two days off, come over and play some ball, I have something to discuss with you.”
Yang Ming thought for a moment, then smiled, “I’ll bring Windsor along when I come over.”
“Then I must give you two a proper welcome,” Edwan chuckled lightly, “See you tomorrow, Major Yang Ming.”
“That suffix, it sounds quite nice.”
…
Outside the Imperial Palace, at the Third Prince’s residence.
“Your Highness, Edwan agreed, the posts online about General Uli are being rapidly deleted, public opinion is being overshadowed by entertainment news, and the two judges of the Royal Court also stated they need to reassess General Uli’s importance to the Royal Guard Army.”
Behind the desk, the Third Prince’s demeanor relaxed a lot after hearing the report from his subordinate.
He slowly leaned back in his chair.
A subordinate softly asked, “Your Highness, should we also remove the resistance we’ve placed on that captain’s promotion?”
The Third Prince waved impatiently, and the subordinate immediately went to a corner and issued the order.
This luxurious study plunged into a death-like silence.
The breathing of several women became very faint.
“Didn’t you say Edwan’s foundation was very weak? That he’d been drifting outside the palace for over a decade, unable to mobilize much resources, hmm?”
The Third Prince repeatedly asked,
“And now? The Guard Army, the Royal Court, two princesses, several ministers, various industries outside the palace, he has influence in all of them.
“Even in our direct contest with him, we are at a disadvantage, unable to pull back even this old bastard Uli without looking at his face!
“This is a weak foundation? Hmm?”
The Third Prince slammed a trinket heavily onto the desk, causing a series of gibberish to appear on the display.
“Speak up!”
“Your Highness!”
An advisor bowed deeply,
“Please remain calm!
“The Second Prince has been lying low for years, we were all deceived by him before, we must carefully sort out the current situation and seek more forces to counter the Second Prince.
“This is the great work you’ve been striving for over a decade.”
The Third Prince cursed.
He glanced around the room at these people, then said in a low voice, “That’s it for today, I need a break.”
The men and women present all nodded simultaneously, each bowing to the Third Prince before exiting the study.
The Third Prince raised his hand and gestured, and the last trusted aide leaned forward and listened close.
Meanwhile.
On the monster truck heading to a popular breakfast stall, Yang Ming watched the scene from the Third Prince’s study on the central projection screen, turned up the volume to the maximum, and clearly heard the Third Prince’s instructions,
“Teach him a lesson, make him lose face in front of Miss Windsor… I heard this Yang Ming runs fast? Break his leg, preferably one that can’t be healed.”
“Yes! Don’t worry! I’ll handle it well!”
Yang Ming turned down the volume and wondered, “Lyu, where did you get this surveillance angle? Would the Third Prince put surveillance in his meeting room?”
“This is a hidden auxiliary line from the internal network of the royal family,” Lyu answered with a grin, “This covert device was arranged by Princess Dana, belonging to Sherman’s intelligence organization, and we managed to intercept it.”
Yang Ming thought for a moment, “Does the Third Prince have any major leverage?”
“We can’t find serious leverage, he has always strictly adhered to the royal family’s rules,” Lyu spoke softly, “but he does have character flaws and many weaknesses.”
“Teach him a lesson, compile his intel, find a way to sell it to the New Federation Agent team, facilitate their contact.”
Yang Ming reminded,
“Remember, make sure to sell it at a high price, we’re short of money now.”
“Okay, boss, I’ll closely monitor their movements.”
Yang Ming shook his head, closed the projection screen, and pondered ways to make money.
Doing actual business is always too slow to make money.
It might be better to make a pitch deck, tell some stories to naive capitalists, and then run off with the money…
