Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 712 - 665 Banquet · Part 1

In a luxurious hotel in Beloburg City, a party is being held.

This is a very high-standard party. Those invited are all either rich or noble prominent figures. Although their wealth and power have been somewhat affected due to relocating to the Northern Territory, they are still very influential people.

Not to mention the host of this party is the Brandlis Clan, concerning the distribution of interests in the airship project.

Nobles, businessmen, or factory owners with a ranking name in the city rack their brains trying to get an invitation or to participate in the party to get a share of the benefits.

As a result, at the party, everyone present has a net worth of at least a million pounds gold or holds a hereditary title of Baron or higher.

Yet despite this, the venue is still crowded, bustling with people.

"The hotels in the Northern Territory are still too small. If this banquet were in Langton, the venue would be at least twice as large! There isn't even a garden here." One noble complained, obviously very unhappy with the slightly cramped environment.

However, another noble beside him said without hesitation: "If you find it crowded, you can leave at any time; no one will stop you."

Clearly, no one would leave at this time, even if their wife died at home, they must stay to grab their share of the cake first.

A wife can always be replaced, but if you miss out during the cake-sharing, it could truly cause the whole family to decline.

"Who owns this hotel? Why host the banquet here? I remember the Count has a luxury airship; why not hold this party on the yacht?" A person dressed as a businessman walked over and chimed in.

At this time, someone in the know heard the question, and casually replied: "This hotel is called Brandelis Hotel, who do you think owns it? Although the Brandelis Clan is not directly related to Count Brandelis, as a collateral line, they can still talk to the Countess.

Besides, just to mention, this is already the largest hotel in Beloburg, but there are simply too many people today!

Even in Langton, it's very difficult to find a hotel that can accommodate as many people for a banquet of this standard."

"An industry of the Brandlis Clan? I wonder if they still accept investment, the scale of this hotel is truly not worthy of such a grand occasion, if every event in the future is like this, it would somewhat be a disgrace to the Countess." The businessman instantly thought of how to use every opportunity to build a relationship with the Count.

However, upon hearing his words, a noble snorted in disdain: "You sure think beautifully! Or do you think the Countess would lack money? If she wanted, she could even pave the streets of Beloburg with gold!

Don't forget, she is the most famous Alchemist in the world today, and she possesses the Philosopher's Stone!"

At this point, everyone suddenly realized that the light surrounding the Countess was too dazzling, but the most dazzling was her identity as an Alchemist.

And turning stone into gold is precisely the most acclaimed legend among Alchemists.

"Speaking of which, I heard that the Countess actually doesn't need anyone to serve her. In the Northern Territory, there is an alchemy factory of the Countess, and there are no workers there, it can run just with the machines." Perhaps to draw closer to several nobles, the businessman took the initiative to share some rumors he heard.

Upon hearing this rumor, the nobles did not snort in disdain as before; instead, they showed intrigued expressions: "Is this true? Did the Countess truly master the technology of running a factory without workers?"

If factories no longer need workers, it could undoubtedly save a large amount of cost, after all, paying workers is also a huge expense.

Especially when the policy implemented in the Northern Territory includes a minimum wage standard, no one can overlook the 'benevolence' of the Northern Territory's Countess.

If this was found out… the fool turned into gold by Perfikot still stands as a statue at the entrance of his factory! His whole being turned into glistening gold.

According to Perfikot, since he likes money so much, just turn him into gold then.

For those who haven't lived enough, turning into gold isn't a dignified or elegant way to die.

But if the factory can operate without workers, wouldn't they no longer need to pay workers' wages?

"The thing is true, but..." The businessman hesitated for a moment, then explained: "From what I have heard, the Count is considering issues like employment rates and poverty rates, so she does not intend to disclose this technology, to avoid mass unemployment and causing severe social problems."

"Oh, 'benevolent' Countess of Brandelis, when will she cast her 'benevolence' upon us poor souls?" Someone joked in a lyrical tone.

This has also become one of the most popular jokes among the nobles from Langton who migrated to the Northern Territory, feeling that Perfikot focuses too much on the lower classes, showing them her benevolence, yet is particularly harsh and cruel to the nobles.

Many agree with this saying since Perfikot is indeed very harsh on nobles, businessmen, or the powerful class, and any violation of her will and the laws of the Northern Territory will be severely punished.

This undoubtedly makes many nobles from Langton uncomfortable, but they have no way to oppose Perfikot.

After all, the Northern Territory is Perfikot's fiefdom, she can do as she pleases as long as she does not break the law of the Empire.

And the law of the Empire... sorry, she wrote that.

Even if it wasn't there before, her power is enough to ensure she can draft one now.

Whether it is the National Assembly or the Cabinet, they will give this little face to the Northern Territory Countess.

"Perhaps only when she thinks that the commoners can live decent lives will she consider us gentlemen?" Someone helplessly shrugged.

"That Countess, could she be... a communist?" Someone made an unwarranted guess.

However, as soon as this question was raised, everyone around immediately moved away, showing expressions that they did not want to be associated with him.

"Fool, do you think you can just say such things casually?" Someone cursed, immediately turning and walking away without looking back, and suddenly, a small space cleared up in the crowded hall.