Munitions Empire

I am an arms dealer, and my daily life is actually very monotonous. When I open my eyes in the morning, I have to work busily all day long.

Every morning, I read the newspapers while having breakfast, and then I listen to the latest news reported by my intelligence network.

Some of this news consists of summarized content that needs continuous attention, while some are unpredictable, emergency incidents.

If you want to make money, you need to know about everything happening in this world. The difference in intelligence often affects the decision-making process for handling a situation, and these decisions can ultimately determine the success or failure of the whole matter.

The better you handle the details, the faster you can solve problems. And solving problems faster usually means earning more money.

To be honest, I am already about the richest person known in this world. As long as I keep developing systematically, I will certainly become the world's wealthiest person.

In the morning, I need to check the company's account summary report. Through this, I can get a rough idea of how much money I currently have.

Yesterday, I printed about three million Gold Coins' worth of banknotes and issued them.

With this money, the current Great Tang Group actually controls 41 million Gold Coins, with a total currency issuance value of 54 million Gold Coins... it's basically within a reasonable range.

Of course, that doesn't include Great Tang Group's fixed assets... the land I own, the factories on the land, and other various things, plus technology—perhaps the valuation could be even higher, around... a few billion perhaps.

I might have temporarily reached the small goal of two to three, or perhaps four to five Jian Lin comrades; frankly speaking, industries are really not as lucrative as playing around with real estate.

The good news is that I have also started to play with real estate, and it has begun to account for a significant part of my income.

The bad news is I have no intention of relying on this to develop. I am an arms dealer; I prefer to use the things I sell to destroy everything and then use the things I sell to rebuild the world.

In my view, most things in the world are weapons.

Medical drugs are weapons—as long as I control medical care and the R&D of drugs, then all the sick people in this world will be my Soldiers, and everyone's health will become my battlefield.

When I can decide who can get medicine and who can only wait to die, the drugs that save lives will become weapons, weapons that control the world.

Similarly, fashion and art are also weapons. I can use them to change the target's perception, destroy their worldview and values, and make my enemies unknowingly become my lickspittles, kneeling slaves.

The ridiculous part is they won't realize they've been conquered. They'll think they've been reborn, become superior beings, and will willingly sacrifice their own personalities and life savings for this.

Money is also a weapon. When money reaches a certain amount, I can use it to destroy a powerful enemy.

In fact, even countries with nuclear weapons can be defeated if their economies collapse, if they become poor and desperate. Powerful weapons will only become a burden that crushes them.

For example, right now, with just one command, the Laines Empire that is still in preparation could collapse, becoming a land of misery and utter despair...

Similarly, public opinion is a weapon. By controlling public opinion and seizing the world's voice, if I wish it, the whole world can only hear one sound, then I am like a deity.

And by that time, every word I say will also be public opinion, the most powerful weapon.

If I say someone is evil, they become the epitome of Satan, a devil, a wrongdoer. If I say someone is innocent, they become as pure as angels, as Buddha.

Let's talk about food—it's the very foundation that keeps the world running. To put it simply, agriculture is the only indispensable core of a society.

Without food, even if the internet evolves to 8G, even if you have nuclear bombs and laser cannons, you will ultimately return to dust.

So, if I can control all the food in this world, food is also a weapon, or rather... the very act of monopolizing it is the most formidable weapon.

Similarly, the cannons, machine guns, and bullets I produce are also weapons, and they are the most traditional and effective weapons.

In fact, they are the foundation of it all. Without them, all the things mentioned before are just illusions, rootless duckweeds.

As an arms dealer, I am all too clear about the relationship between the barrel of a gun and the pen, between the money bag and the medicine pot.

Having mastered these, or rather, having controlled these, one can control everything in the future.

In fact, I have already monopolized most industrial products from places including Dorne, Suthers, and Leite, dominated the economic life of these regions, controlled economic development, and even infiltrated their governments.

If I wish, I can manipulate the market and make ten times or a hundred times the profit I desire in an instant.

But I won't do that.

Because the reason I have everything under my control is to prevent anyone else besides me from manipulating it! Stay tuned for updates on empire

This monster is too dangerous; if left to those reckless madmen, it would become a superweapon that devours the world and destroys society.

But with the weapon in my hands, I can at least assure that it won't be used—or more precisely, I can make sure I won't use it as long as I have other options.

At noon, I usually dine with some politicians or tycoons, using that little time to meet with people I must see.

They all come to me with various agendas—most to make money, and some to pledge their allegiance.

If I meet someone who comes to show off their talents or, rather, to contribute their technological inventions, then things become much more interesting.

Truth be told, I am very welcoming of these capable individuals. They can bring vitality to the entire group and make me feel that the world I face is a living, thinking entity.

This is quite fascinating; these people are much more appealing than the lunch itself. Whenever they confidently unroll their blueprints and introduce their technological achievements, I am always willing to listen patiently to their self-assured voices.

Although, at times, they present to me what I am already familiar with, I still find it immensely delightful.

In the afternoon, I typically spend time in the lab or drafting room, guiding some students in experimenting with new technologies or getting my hands dirty and creating something myself.

To be honest, some things are very dangerous, and even with a perfect manufacturing process, safety isn't guaranteed.

Even I need to be extremely cautious; these are cutting-edge experiments of immense importance to the world.

As someone with a mind brimming with technical knowledge, I believe it's my obligation to help the world proceed on the right path.

It's my responsibility, my duty, and also my... means of making money! While I take Gold Coins, I give back much more to the world.

Tang Mo engraved his thoughts into his diary—neatly, penning down every word. He would write an entry occasionally to record and sort out his feelings.

Similarly, many times his diary would be excerpted for the students to analyze Tang Mo's thoughts, letting them learn from his advanced ideas.

This is a most effective teaching method. Everyone is curious about Tang Mo's thoughts, and it also allows them to see a different landscape through his perspective.

Just as Tang Mo was writing furiously, the door to his office opened and Harry came in, holding the finalized report of the fashion and art circle.

He put these documents on Tang Mo's desk, then placed the stack that might interest Tang Mo at the very top.

Taking a step back, he finally reported, "Master, here are the photo profiles of the first batch of movie stars that have just been finalized. You can take a look and offer some thoughts."

Tang Mo paused, then put down his pen and picked up the thick album, bowing his head to turn to the first page.

He then saw one stunning face after another—some resembling Audrey Hepburn, some Gal Gadot, and others almost identical to Sophie Marceau.

The world is vast, vast enough that finding familiar faces isn't as unlikely as one might think.

Tang Mo believed that those subordinates who had chosen the movie stars certainly hadn't seen the movie stars from his world, yet they had still selected, based on male instinct, a collection of females that could be considered works of art.

"If you find any unsuitable, just tear them out and throw them in the trash," Harry said with a smile to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo closed the album and handed it back to Harry—being a man, he too harbored his own instincts: "Keep them all."

"Then the number of female guests for tonight's celebration party will be somewhat plentiful," Harry remarked as he took back the album.

Tang Mo was indifferent, "Do you think I am someone who cares about a few bottles of fine wine or some delicacies? How about a masquerade ball instead?"

"As you wish, Master," Harry agreed without any objection. He knew that even if Tang Mo wanted to have a party where no clothes were worn, the women on that list would probably be willing to attend.

Tang Mo nodded slightly, then instructed, "Send them some pretty dresses, after all, there will be quite a few tycoons coming tonight."

"Understood!" Harry bowed slightly and then backed toward the door.

Tang Mo looked down and continued writing his diary: "I don't like parties, attending parties is a waste of time... And those women, I'm not the least bit interested..."