Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ronan replied.

It's said to be two choices, but in reality, it's just one. Dinia is a person with low education and low cultural level. Her level of magical theory is at the level of an excellent elementary school student. She was very good in the orphanage, but that's all she could be good at. She can't be compared with academic geniuses like Agustina, Grand, Astrid, and Falek. She can only be compared with people like Ambrina and Ashley, who are not even as good as elementary school students.

"Alright, I'll take Lily's place then." Dinia was satisfied, then asked, "Have you figured out where to start?"

Ronan picked up the stack of seemingly detailed but actually non-exclusive information that Master Wang had handed him. "I've discovered something very interesting."

"What?" Dinia asked curiously.

“The head of the Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture is a fifth-rank official, and below him are nine department heads, all of whom are officials with proper ranks, seventh-rank officials. Below them are the minor officials, and none of these officials are locals,” Ronan explained.

"Hmm? That can't be right. I heard they all have similar accents," Dinia said skeptically. She hadn't participated in the handover, but she knew a little about it.

Ronan opened his folding fan and fanned himself. "They're either from western or eastern Guangdong, but they're definitely not locals from Foshan."

Chapter 752 Q&A, Twisting the Rope, How can you be so patient today?

Ronan asked mysteriously, "Do you know what this means?"

Dinia sneered, "That means they aren't true local representatives, but rather collaborators representing other local forces and interest groups in Guangzhou. Perhaps because they've been here a bit longer, they have a certain degree of unity, especially when it comes to dealing with powerful figures, but they're not a faction in essence. The tactic of uniting the majority to crack down on a small group works very well for them."

"Didi, can't you just play along and pretend you don't know and ask 'What does this mean?'" Ronan smiled helplessly.

"Do you need to pretend you don't know such a simple question?" Dinia scoffed, but then sat up straight, her gaze becoming serious. "Ronan, the former magistrate wouldn't have failed to see through such a simple question, but he failed. Foshan is clearly not that simple."

Ronan asked, "The officials appear united, but they're not really on the same page. So who's got them all working together?"

“The locals,” Dinia replied.

"What kind of local faction has this kind of power?" Ronan asked again.

“Iron smelting,” Dinia replied.

“Iron is the foundation of the nation. Can a businessman protect it?” Ronan asked again.

Dinia replied again, "Of course he can't be protected. He has powerful backers, the highest-ranking ones."

Ronan laughed. "So, our goal is clear: take him down, and Foshan will have to kneel down. If we can't take him down, no matter how much we do, it's useless. Just like Brother Liu's predecessor, no matter how much he tried to win over and divide the officials, no matter how many fires he lit in other areas, even if he could befriend people in the merchant guilds all over Seris, he was still a beggar on his knees."

"Can you defeat him?" Dinia asked curiously.

“No, he has powerful backers at the top. How can I fight him? Trying to bring down someone with such strong backing through political maneuvering is futile,” Ronan said. “But he is ultimately a businessman.”

"You're not planning to set up an ironworks here, are you?" Dinia asked.

“Of course not. However, I have better iron smelting and steelmaking technology, and I can call a group of people over to help. Moreover, I can make better products. When that happens, I will let the people here know that selling iron pots only makes a little money, while selling weapons and steam engines can make a lot of money,” Ronan said.

"Once we force them to use official means against us, then we can retaliate."

That was exactly what Ronan was planning.

When the other party doesn't follow the rules, we can use the rules to fight back.

The rules of Foshan are in Liu Menglong's hands, but the bigger rules don't just belong to the other party's backer alone.

National laws and family laws, and the opinions of leaders.

If the leader has a different opinion, then there is room for maneuver.

“You can’t sell the steam engine; Seris will absolutely not allow it,” Dinia said.

When Ronan invented the steam engine, it caused countless bankruptcies and unemployment, and created a lot of chaos. Fortunately, the constant wars over the next twenty years, which they won, allowed the Kingdom of Fas to expand its power and the overall economic prosperity to create more jobs. Moreover, after the new industry passed its initial stage, it also spawned more downstream industries and even related service industries, which led to a shortage of labor and triggered farmers to migrate to the cities.

Ultimately, it was war, colonization, and expansion that enabled the Kingdom of Fass to successfully weather the growing pains of the Industrial Revolution. After the pain subsided, the industry matured, which in turn boosted the demand for labor, and the previous widespread unemployment ceased to be a problem.

In Wieland, sheep ate people, but did the people who were eaten lose their jobs? They did lose their jobs at first, but not later.

But Dinia didn't think Seris could get through such pain in the same way, or rather, Seris was too big for him to bear.

Ronan laughed. "Didi, you still don't trust businessmen enough. If the profit margin is big enough, even the most trusted sellers will put their products on the shelves, understand?"

"Besides, there are things I can say I have, but I don't necessarily have to sell them. Moreover, it may not cause any turmoil. It all depends on how we handle it. Of course, we can't do it here for now. Brother Liu's level is still too low. Sigh."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

“You’re just a clerk now, huh,” Dinia said with a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m still your advisor, and you’re just a commoner,” Ronan retorted, then suddenly lunged at Dinya and grabbed her foot. “Today, I, Ronan, will teach you a lesson.” With that, Ronan took off one of Dinya’s shoes and began to stroke it.

Dinia lightly kicked Ronan twice. "You really are something, don't you ever get tired of this?"

"Aren't you tired of bread?" Ronan asked back, pressing his face against hers and rubbing against her. The slight warmth and the touch of her stockinged feet quickly aroused him.

As she touched her, Dinia's breathing became heavy; she hadn't done it for half a month.

After a while, Ronan took off Dinia's other shoe, grabbed her feet and put them on his already semi-erect penis.

Dinya's gray silk was very thin, like a layer of bluish-gray silk gauze, which matched her Seres-style long dress perfectly. Ronan, who had been holding back for several days because he had to deal with Liu Menglong's work, did not pounce on her immediately, because he could not immediately destroy this unique beauty that combined East and West. So he just grabbed her feet and played with them.

Soon after, seemingly dissatisfied with Ronan's conservative actions, Dinya's toes, encased in grey stockings and painted with black toenail polish, began to move. As a shapeshifter, she had extraordinary control over her body, and her toes were exceptionally flexible, able to tease the glans and urethral opening like fingers.

Soon, Ronan's thing was hard and erect, pressed against his lower abdomen.

Seeing that Ronan hadn't made a move yet, Dinia looked at him and asked, "Are you really going to be this patient today?"

“You look so beautiful, I can’t bear to ruin it,” Ronan replied.

“Then let’s not take it off,” Dinia said, taking out a special item—a rubber condom. It was rather thick due to manufacturing limitations, and it also had granules on it, making it very stimulating.

Dinia took it out, blew on it, put it in her mouth, pulled down Ronan's pants, then bent down and put the condom on Ronan with only her mouth.

This move is just too...

Wearing the thick, granular sheath, Ronan's thing grew even bigger, like a giant sea cucumber.

Then, Dinia lifted her skirt high, straddled Ronan, grabbed the target with one hand behind her, and then sat back down, her buttocks landing completely inside him.

Instantly, she convulsed with pleasure, "Hiss, oh." Dinia couldn't help but make sounds, and her already wet lower body suddenly leaked even more water.

"Didi, hello..." Ronan hadn't finished speaking when Dinia slapped him across the face.

“Shut up,” Dinia said, and then slowly began to move.

Ronan reached inside Dinya's clothes and, after a few movements, removed her bra. Then, through the thin silk, he began to knead and gently bite her large breasts. Soon, Dinya's nipples became erect and throbbing from the licking, and this excitement made her quicken her hip movements.

Chapter 753 No More Wearing It, A Little Bit of Fun, Secretly Enjoying It

The two gradually began to feel something for each other. Ronan picked up Dinia, stood up, and carried her to the window.

Dinia was being carried, with most of her back against the wall and her shoulders and above resting on the windowsill.

“There are people outside, uh-huh,” Dinia said with a comfortable nasal tone.

Ronan used his waist and legs to push upwards repeatedly, "With this kind of paper window, you can only see a shadow."

Dinia pouted slightly, moved the arm around Ronan's neck downwards, and pinched Ronan's back hard. "You just want others to see."

Ronan winced in pain, his eyelids twitching. He then thrust forward a few times in retaliation. "It doesn't matter if they see us." There were no outsiders in the house.

"Ah, hiss, oh." Dinya groaned as she was being thrust into. She arched her neck, wrapped her legs around Ronan's waist, and straightened her insteps through her gray stockings. "Take that thing off."

"Can't take it anymore?" Ronan asked with a smile.

Dinia tightened her legs slightly, squeezing Ronan painfully. "This condom is so thick, I was worried you wouldn't feel anything. I can't just think about my own comfort, can I?"

Dinya held herself firmly, and Ronan reached out and stroked Dinya's stockinged legs with both hands. "Dinya, you're so good."

"Hmph." Dinia's face showed disdain, but she was secretly very happy.

A short while later, the two changed positions, and Ronan also took off the condom.

Dinia knelt on the wooden chair, her hands gripping the back of the chair. Her extremely perky buttocks, like two round water balloons pressed together, were sticking out. Ronan gripped the armrests of the chair and thrust himself in, penetrating her from behind repeatedly.

The chair kept shaking, and even though it was reinforced and stabilized by magic, it always seemed like it would fall apart at any moment.

Accompanied by groans, Dinia's voice grew even lower, "Find some time, uh, to deal with the Canaan problem."

“We need to build up some rapport,” Ronan said.

"Heh, why didn't you cultivate feelings for Ashley back then, or for Falek and Faith before that?" Dinia retorted.

Ronan, while kneading Dinia's large, firm buttocks covered in a layer of smooth, slightly rough gray silk, explained, "Ashley had no choice, and she was very proactive. Falek, she's a widow now, I can't let her remain a widow. Faith, it's a business relationship, she's not the type to develop feelings. Canaan, after all, is your half-adopted daughter."

Dinia started moving herself, using her body to stroke Ronan's thick, long penis, scraping against every fold inside. "So, can you cultivate feelings?"

"This is really difficult for me." Ronan sighed and could only accelerate his sprint.

“Actually, you two should get along well. Besides politics, your greatest strength is technology, isn’t it? And she’s not just good at tinkering with magical artifacts; she’s also quite passionate about mechanical manufacturing.” Dinia said, while rotating her hips, making Ronan feel so good that he lost his senses.

She wasn't wrong. Aside from politics, Ronan's greatest talent was technology, which he hadn't lost over the years. In fact, one could say his skill level was even higher than before he transmigrated, since he had quickly entered the system after graduating from university and had neglected many things.

“Let’s give it a try then. Anyway, we’ll need her for the upcoming plans,” Ronan agreed.

Dinia stopped moving, put one hand behind her back, and slightly parted her anus with two fingers. Ronan instantly understood, pulled out his wet, thick penis, aimed it at her anus, and then slowly pushed it in. Dinia's physiological structure was different from that of normal people. When other women's anuses were penetrated, they only experienced the strange sensation of foreign object intrusion, swelling, burning, and being dominated. But for her, it was a completely different kind of orifice.

For Ronan, the physical and psychological pleasure from penetration was unparalleled, especially since Dinya didn't need to hold back and could be penetrated as much as she wanted.

Ronan's penis was fully inserted, and Dinya couldn't help but open her mouth, roll her eyes upward, and feel her whole body burning up.

Picking up Dinia, Ronan pressed her down onto the carpet, assumed a horse stance, and began thrusting downwards repeatedly, "I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death, you woman who's utterly filthy."

Years ago, if Dinia had heard such words, she would have beaten Ronan without hesitation and warned him not to say such humiliating things. Now, although she still wouldn't respond with lewd remarks like others, she no longer expressed any dissatisfaction. She had accepted this kind of fun between men and women.

The incredibly tight and hot anus once completely transformed into Ronan's shape.

After a while of intense penetration, Dinia lay naked on the ground, Ronan pressed down on her, his hands gripping her large breasts tightly as he rapidly moved his body against hers.

Gradually, Dinia entered a state of delirium and loss of control of her body. A large amount of water sprayed out, soaking a large area of ​​the floor. The crotch and thighs of her gray stockings were also wetted, turning into a darker, transparent state.

At the last moment, Ronan pulled out again and reinserted into the hole that had been empty for a long time, beginning to thrust at an extremely high speed where even a shadow could not be seen.

Immediately, more than twenty streams of thick, turbid liquid gushed out.

After leaving Dinia's body, Ronan sat on the ground, panting as he looked at the two holes in her frayed gray stockings, which resembled deep, gaping holes left after a radish had been pulled from the red earth. Combined with her exquisitely beautiful body, it was an extremely lewd scene.

After a while, Dinia recovered.

She didn't get up, she just lay there, saying, "The day after tomorrow, the officials from Foshan will host a welcome party for Liu Menglong. It probably won't be that simple."

“You’ll come with me to accompany Yingqi then,” Ronan said. “Anyway, you’re going to replace Lily later, so you should make an appearance.”

“That would probably be even more troublesome,” Dinia said.

After Ronan's explanations along the way and her recent on-site understanding, Dinya has come to realize that Liu Menglong's position as a local official is much more difficult than that of a normal county magistrate. A normal county magistrate only has one or two officials under him, while the rest are all low-ranking clerks. But Liu Menglong, as the Assistant Magistrate of Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture, is different. The organizational structure of Foshan Sub-Prefecture is not that of a local government. The heads of the various departments under the top leader are also proper officials with ranks.

You are an official, and so are others. You can't just deal with them as you please. In fact, if you can't control them, it's not difficult for them to disregard you.

"Just follow my lead when the time comes," Ronan said with a smile.

"Isn't this a bit embarrassing for him? Wouldn't that be inappropriate?" Dinia asked.

"Act first, report later, and then appease later," Ronan replied.

Dinia couldn't help but sneer. Wasn't this the same tactic Ronan used to deal with her back then?

"In Seris's words, for him to acknowledge you as his elder brother and even ask you to be his advisor, he must have had the worst luck imaginable," Dinia said.

Ronan gave a shameless laugh, "He should be secretly thrilled to have me as his advisor."

Despite the laughter, Ronan didn't think it was a joke.

He acts as someone's advisor, and that person steadily gets promoted and makes a fortune. Isn't that a good thing?

In the Western Continent, how many kings would kneel and beg Ronan to become their prime minister? For him to serve as Liu Menglong's advisor is a blessing for Liu Menglong.

Chapter 754 Organizational Structure, No Good Banquet, Uncontrolled Efforts

The Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture was originally a temporary agency, established specifically to provide logistical support to the Guangzhou Navy, which was preparing to set out for Annam.

Built for coastal defense, it was called the Coastal Defense Subprefecture.

The Tongzhi was the deputy to the Zhifu. The position was created for specific purposes, with no fixed number of staff and was not permanent. The Foshan Coastal Defense Subprefecture happened to be such a specially established institution, so the highest-ranking official was the Tongzhi.

However, due to the continued military operations, Foshan, which was originally a land of fish and rice and an important iron-smelting town, ushered in a period of great development. Due to other factors, the Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture became a permanent institution that directly managed the Foshan area. It was only nominally under the jurisdiction of Nanhai County, but in fact, Nanhai County had no jurisdiction over it at all.

The Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture, a large government office, had nine smaller government offices under it.

The Ministry of Finance, originally the department responsible for allocating funds and provisions to support the front lines, is now essentially the Finance Bureau. The Tax Bureau, established after the Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture became a permanent institution, is, as its name suggests, in charge of tax collection. These two departments control finance and taxation.

The Department of Justice, a judicial organ, was established due to the high level of commerce and numerous disputes in Foshan. Because it often lacks precise applicable laws and regulations, it has considerable room for maneuver, thus wielding immense power. The Department of Inspection, a law enforcement agency, is a force of law.

The Agricultural Administration Department was in charge of agriculture. The Iron and Steel Department, which might not be important or even exist elsewhere, was a major government agency in Foshan.

The Salt Transport Bureau wasn't just in charge of salt; it managed everything related to river transport, and a large portion of Foshan's goods were transported north via river and then distributed throughout the country. The Water Conservancy Bureau wasn't just in charge of water conservancy projects, but rather all engineering projects within the territory.

The last one is quite special: the Yimin Division, which deals with issues related to ethnic minorities and immigrants.

For the Foshan magistrate, the heads of these government offices were all officials. If they couldn't be controlled, they wouldn't have much power at all and could only manage civil affairs. However, in this place with many merchants and workers everywhere, wealthy merchants and unruly people were not to be trifled with.