Is the Evil God Me?

For a long time, there have been too many people wanting to flatter about the golden thigh of Count Emiste.

Even the royal family once hoped to give this pretty widow a marriage, and use her enviable wealth to promote a political marriage, so that the county leaders of the north and the south could reach a benign exchange. However, having bound all of his industries to Albion's industrial and agricultural chariot, the substantial lord of the place, the countess, completely domineeringly declined the good idea of ​​benefiting the country and the people from the center.

If the time goes back a few decades, a lord with such influence as a countess is a typical grand duke, who needs to be appeased to prevent her from rebelling.

Even if we want to eradicate it, we have to take a long-term view.

But in this era, in the face of all the net worth tied to the national economic chain, a number of county leaders directly formed the true pattern of an oligarchic alliance. As for whether this is the progress of the system or the regression of the system, we can only say...

Look at productivity.

If production is constantly being liberated and everything is flourishing, that is progress. There is no permanent system, slavery is more advanced than primitive tribes, and feudal kingdoms are stronger than slavery. Capitalism can tear apart its old enemies of feudal kingdoms, and there will be a ghost in the decaying shell of capital. It begins to sprout, and when the ghosts stagnate and fall, the dream of the stars out of the cradle is unstoppable.

From the broad perspective of the time scale, there is no backward system, only a system that stands still.

Everything in motion can stay alive.

Moving the perspective away from the mighty macroscopic time scale and zooming in on the individual at an extreme speed, it is not difficult to find that Lynn's movements are periodic. This is not to say that Lynn took one step at a time, and many people are still standing still with countless whips, just because they have not found the right path.

The little gentleman has not found a way to the light, but his movement is a groping of highs and lows, and there is no real stop. Just because of this, the possibility of Lynn has not disappeared.

At this moment, Lin En in the salon was extremely eye-catching, and he was able to deal with different people with ease.

Members of the political circles, hard-hitting civil servants, and financial predators, mainly fall into these three categories. Then came artists with strong personalities, factory owners with good reputations, inventors with great potential, people in the education world, and the widowed ladies of old aristocrats.

Lynn, who was very good-looking, was easily accepted by them, and then the little gentleman talked freely in various fields, like a new all-rounder, and won the amazement and praise of everyone in the salon. It was a surprise that the Count could pick such an excellent young man.

After all, Lynn, a handsome and decent young man, is properly a template for those wealthy and prestigious families to cultivate heirs.

If it wasn't for knowing that Lynn was lucky to be unearthed.

It is estimated that many people have to speculate ambiguous whether Lord Amiste is playing and raising, and the excellent boy raised by himself finally crawled into his bed. This forbidden and incestuous relationship is in the rotten aristocratic life. Not without.

After dealing with a wave of enthusiastic ladies, Lynn could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When the obsessive-compulsive supervisor took care of Lynn's skin, he dictated to him the names and personality preferences of some of the guests. Originally, the manager didn't expect Mr. Lynn to memorize it all. As long as he can remember the important ones, it's not bad to be generous and natural when socializing.

As a result, Lynn took it all down!

Knowing the likes and dislikes of his personality, and following his own preferences, the beautiful young man talked freely, and carried out the strategy at a rate of one every three minutes. After a circle of people came down, Lynn basically brushed everyone's favorability to a friendly level. Of course, the help of the countess also played a crucial role.

Emista almost made it clear.

Although Lynn is on suspension, after the [Suppression Bureau] clears his innocence, his career will naturally be bright.

It just so happened that the [Suppression Bureau]'s intention to expand later has almost been made public, so with his own little gentleman's ability, it is naturally promising. The countess's statement was also echoed by many people. They were originally the henchmen of Emist, and they could stand together without seriously hurting their interests. Naturally, they could also be the henchmen of Lynn.

For Lynn, this kind of entertainment is no less than a fierce fight.

You have to remember everyone's name, personality, likes and dislikes, family background, background, and then you have to be careful, and don't treat each other as a rigid NPC when talking. This level of quick thinking is a fight for Lynn, who has been doing well so far.

It's just that the brain is a bit tingling, reminding him not to continue thinking.

"I'm going to take a break."

Lynn has to relax his mind, since he entered the field until now, his **** has not been landed.

"Well, my little gentleman, the dazzling new star, let's go." In front of people, the countess's performance is much more reserved, but the love in her beautiful eyes is still obvious.

Others also made a sound of praise~www.wuxiamtl.com~ At present, there is no one who does not have long eyes to dare to slap Emiste in the face. As for what other people really think, the countess doesn't care.

Lynn's side left the somewhat noisy luxurious living room and came to the quiet lawn outside from the brightly lit place. At this time, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Everyone is wearing a mask...

Just when Lin En was relieved, a leg was exposed behind the haystack in the moonlight, which made him a little startled.

"Huh? Sir, are you all right?"

"Oh, I'm fine."

A somewhat confused voice came from behind the haystacks stacked on the lawn, and then Lynn saw a man sitting up with a stack of paper in his hand, which was covered with densely written small words.

"Mr. Lynn, why did you come out." He rubbed his eyes, his shiny forehead and suffocating hairline reflected light under the moonlight.

"Come out and take a rest."

There is no information about this person in Lynn's mind, but he appeared briefly during the introduction just now, as if he was a politician brought over by a college student. However, he did not publicize his political ideas like others, but listened to other people's speeches and raised questions for discussion.

The bald head looked undisciplined, he sat up and scratched his head, as if he had not woken up.

And Lynn also picked up a piece of paper from the ground.

Exactly the beginning.

"On Stim's Book of Employment and Labor Capital, and Twenty Years of Change in Production, author, Noriès Uri..." Lynn read it for a while, and wrote a solid beginning, directly starting from the data and talking about the most people's most Sensitive wages.

"It's you idiot."

The bald head from Roman looked at Lynn's subconscious reading, and there was a glint in his eyes.