Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ronan's muscles were bulging, and in some places they were even stretched.

Immediately, Ronan tossed Ambrina upwards, causing her entire body to rise. Ronan's penis almost completely detached from her wet vagina. The next instant, Ronan slightly loosened his grip and lowered her down, causing Ambrina to fall and sit down, her penis fully inserted and thrusting into the deepest part of her cervix.

One thrust after another, each one making Ambrina tremble. The trembling started from her thighs, then moved to her buttocks, then to her waist, and finally to her soft breasts. Her two mounds of flesh jerked violently, her pink nipples circling in the air. Wave after wave of intense impacts made Ambrina close her eyes tightly, involuntarily shaking her head slightly. Her calves, encased in white stockings, tightened, her insteps arched, and her toes curled inward. "Oh, ah, uh ah~" she began to moan loudly.

After dozens of impacts, Ambrina, who was already weak, felt as if her bones had gone limp.

Just as Ambrina was about to enjoy her upcoming climax, Ronan suddenly tossed her into the air, caught her by her thighs, and turned her upside down.

At this moment, Ambrina's vaginal opening was facing upwards, towards Ronan, and Ronan's erect penis was right in front of her.

Before Ambrina could react, Ronan had already opened his mouth, pressed his lips against the entrance of her vagina, and began to suck hard, as if he wanted to suck out all the flesh inside along with the vaginal fluid.

The sudden stimulation caused Ambrina to clamp her legs together tightly, gripping Ronan's head firmly.

Completely immersed in her lust, Ambrina swallowed Ronan's penis without a second thought and began to suck it in aggressively as if she wanted to suck all the blue fluid and eggs stored inside into her mouth.

Finally, a powerful gush of white fluid shot into Ambrina's throat, while Ronan was also filled with a mouthful of gushing viscous liquid.

The two of them only stopped completely when Ronan's throbbing penis stopped ejaculating and began to soften, and when Anri's slightly open vaginal opening began to tighten.

Ronan instantly lay down, while Ambrina, who had turned into a puddle, collapsed onto Ronan.

After a while, Ambrina recovered and headed towards her walk-in closet to change her clothes.

A moment later, Ambrina appeared, dressed in a white bodysuit with only her crotch area open, and Ronan's little head instantly perked up.

The second round is about to begin.

The next morning, Ronan got up early as usual and went to the Prime Minister's Office.

As for Ambrina, she had three rounds of sex last night, and in the last round she was even hung up and put on props. She really can't get up now, and she'll probably sleep until noon.

Ronan bought three different flavored croissants from a small bakery outside. He ate them as he walked to the Prime Minister's office, but he was still late.

"Is the Marquis's vacation finally over?" Dinia asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Ronan responded, "It is indeed over, Madam Prime Minister."

Dinia didn't waste any more words and got straight to the point: "What do you think should be done about the farmers' association loan?"

“No,” Ronan replied.

"What did you say?" Dinia exclaimed in shock and anger.

“I said I wouldn’t deal with it,” Ronan reiterated.

The so-called farmers' association loan problem is that the farmers' association's bank is unwilling to lend to farmers in urgent need, but instead prefers to lend to businessmen who operate agricultural product processing industries.

The reason for this is that, in order to protect farmers, Dinia implemented a law that prohibited small farmers from using land as collateral.

Small farmers are vulnerable and easily unable to repay their loans. Without valuable collateral, farmers' banks naturally won't lend to them.

Chapter 511 Absurd Reality, Bureaucratic Style, and Sudden Arrival

That's how the world is: the richer you are, the more money you can borrow; the poorer you are, the less money you can borrow.

The farmers' association was an official organization, and if its bank had a lot of bad debts, it would be treated like an official.

As a civil service state, the civil servants of the Kingdom of Phos enjoy the same treatment as the civil servants of Seris.

That is to atone with death.

Therefore, the farmers' association bank was unwilling to lend to small farmers, preferring to force loans onto agricultural capitalists who didn't actually need that small amount of money.

That small loan is a lifeline for small farmers, but agricultural capitalists might use it to buy a new horse-drawn carriage.

Is it absurd? This is reality.

It's easy to get farmers' associations to lend to small farmers: just repeal the law that prohibits small farmers from mortgaging their farmland.

However, as a result, the situation is predictable. Before long, a large number of small farmers will become landless farmers, and the land will belong to the banks. The banks will not directly hold the land; instead, the land will be transferred to capitalists.

Agricultural capitalists who are currently engaged in agricultural product processing but no longer own large tracts of contiguous land are either aristocrats themselves or "legs" of the aristocracy. As a result, the aristocrats are about to make a comeback.

Ronan didn't want the nobility to disappear, but he also didn't want them to make a comeback.

As for Dinia, she wished she could kill all the nobles.

“How about we popularize collective farms and then borrow money in the name of the collective?” Dinia said.

"Didi, you never get tired of using the same trick, do you?" Ronan directly exposed Dinia's true colors.

The loan issue was just a pretext; she really wanted to establish a collective farm.

Dinia slammed her hand on the table. "Can't you speak properly? This is an office setting. Call me Madam Prime Minister."

“Yes, Madam Prime Minister,” Ronan replied.

“If we don’t establish collective farms, then we can only order the farmers’ bank to lend money to small farmers,” Dinia said.

“You know perfectly well that this is impossible,” Ronan said.

If loans are forced, those below will inevitably see it as a political achievement, leading to further increases in the burden at each level, forced allocations, and a show of it all. Even small farmers will have to borrow, whether they want to or not.

If it were Dinia twenty years ago, she might have done something so stupid, but the current Dinia would never be unaware of the officials' true nature.

"Then come up with a solution," Dinia said, repeating her previous statement.

"The difficulties are temporary, and a moderate amount of bankruptcy and land loss for small farmers is in line with the needs of industrial development. In this process, it is enough to curb the nobility and the church and control the proliferation of capital. Collective farms are really unnecessary."

Ronan said.

"Why should I?" Dinia demanded.

Ronan organized his thoughts, "Your Excellency, Madam Prime Minister, you need to understand one thing—well, it's hard to put into words, but if I had to—it's that workers perceive themselves as being above farmers. Improved farmer compensation will inevitably lead to demands from workers for better treatment. Currently, we need to maintain relatively low-cost industrial products, and increased costs will affect national stability. As the leaders of this country, there are certain things we cannot do that are detrimental to national stability."

Dinia glared at Ronan. "Speak like a human being."

"In layman's terms, it means that workers exploit farmers, and we exploit workers. God allows it, there's no room for discussion."

Ronan was blunt.

The workers were able to eat and drink their fill and have basic consumption thanks to the dual support of local farmers and colonial serfs.

Can workers and peasants unite? Yes.

But this is not what rulers want to see, including many socialist rulers, not to mention feudal, capitalist, and reactionary bureaucrats like Ronan.

“I’m tired of hearing these words, I don’t want to hear them anymore. This problem of small-scale farmer loans must be solved. And it’s what you said. There needs to be enough farmers to act as a floodgate when the economy is in trouble.”

Dinia said.

Her skill level is getting higher and higher; she's already learned to use Ronan's words to attack Ronan.

“There won’t be any economic problems for the time being,” Ronan replied. But seeing that Dinya was really about to get angry, he quickly brought out the plan he had prepared beforehand to prevent her from messing things up. “Then let the unions and farmers’ associations coordinate to divide the area into several regions, and then set a unified minimum purchase price within each region. The difference will be subsidized by the government. This way, farmers won’t have to borrow money to make ends meet because of large price fluctuations.”

"Oh, right, this can also be used as a trap. We can arrest a bunch of capitalists and send them to an education center under the guise of fraudulently obtaining subsidies, to have their worldview reshaped." Ronan advocates the rule of law, so fraudulently obtaining subsidies is just a matter of people being highly skilled and understanding the law and policies. How can that be considered a crime? It can only be "education."

"Of course, this means the colonies will have to step up their efforts."

This was Ronan's original plan; if Dinia had compromised from the start, then of course he wouldn't have needed to bring it up.

He is, after all, an official, and officials believe in the principle of "it's better to do less than more."

But if the leader insists on causing trouble, then of course we have to cooperate.

Let the natives of the colony suffer, what else can they do?

Incidentally, let some people in the country see that they can be superior people in the colonies, and then send some more people there.

There are still too few colonists. If there were more, we could start killing the natives. After all, these humanoid tools have been doing well these past few years and should have had quite a few offspring.

Although Ronan spearheaded the establishment of a caste-based state in the New World with the indigenous people at its core, and hoped that such a state would continue to exist for a long time, sustainable development was necessary, and he did not allow the indigenous state to truly develop.

“That’s the only way.” Dinia reluctantly agreed, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration. “I have to write to Evie and tell her to find a few typical cases, confiscate their property and exterminate their families, return some of their property to the natives, and send the rest back to their country.”

It has to be said that Dinia is becoming more and more "Roman-like".

Loosening the reins on the colonies and increasing the exploitation of the natives would absolutely delight the colonial capitalists, causing their power to expand again. At this point, she would slaughter a few fat sheep to replenish the blood of the homeland, while also showing goodwill to the natives of the colonies, telling them, "I have killed those who bullied you, but some things are already irreversible."

The executor was Yvette.

Yvette is now the Governor’s First Administrative Assistant. This position seems to allow her to manage everything, but it also seems to allow her to manage nothing. However, sometimes the extent of an official’s power cannot be judged by his rank, but by his backing. Yvette’s backing is very high and very strong.

Just as he finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

Bang! The door was pushed open, and there came Agustina.

"Who let you in?" Dinia snapped.

Agustina wasn't a civil servant; she was merely a director of the General Labor Union, in charge of personnel matters. To the Prime Minister's Office, she was considered an outsider, and outsiders weren't allowed to enter freely. Dinia, a person who valued rules highly, was naturally very angry.

"Get out and report back," Dinia said again.

However, Agustina was, after all, her best friend, so pursuing the matter was out of the question.

Chapter 512 Miners' Uprising, Under the Banner of Justice, We'll Cut Off Their Supply Line

After a while, Agustina finished the procedures and came to the office again.

She came on business.

A miners' riot broke out at an iron mine in the Lorraine region.

At first glance, Dinia's expression remained unchanged, Camille was also calm, and Ronan even smiled.

Because riots are commonplace in this era, there are always about ten or more major and minor riots every year. As for mining areas, which month doesn't see riots in mining areas?

Following that, Agustina said that she had received the news long ago and arranged for the relevant unions to communicate with the local authorities, taking a four-step approach: first, suppress; then, appease; then, eliminate the ringleaders; and finally, incite the masses.

It must be said that Agustina is extremely professional, skilled in her work, and has almost reached a moral vacuum; her execution ability is outstanding.

But here's the problem: she's already dealt with it, so why does she still need to report, and why is she in such a hurry to report?

Agustina then explained the reason: local councilors were preventing them from doing this and were protecting the ringleaders, wanting to uphold justice for them. Not only that, they also wanted to organize the workers to establish another mutual aid commune.

Upon hearing the word "commune," Ronan's reactionary radar went off. This was outrageous! It was a rebellion!

"Who did it?" Ronan asked menacingly.

“Your friend, Carl Carsenberg Lorraine,” Agustina replied.

Ronan's eyes widened, and after a moment of stunned silence, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. "That damn Marcus, that old fox."

Ronan cursed Karl's father, Marcus, for what Karl had done, which made Dinia look puzzled.

"What happened?" Dinia asked.

"He's just a city councilor, a second son. Although he's favored, he's not the heir to the earldom. What weight does his word carry? It can only be that his father used his connections to get the other councilors and officials on his side. Karl himself probably knows that his father is using him, but he can't care about that now. He just wants to carry out his ideals."

Ronan said.

Having known Carl for almost twenty years, Ronan has always known what Carl was thinking, much like Dinia back then—he wished for collective farms and state-owned factories everywhere.

“The Earl of Lorraine has shares in the steel mill. If this happens, the price of iron ore will rise, the steel mill’s production costs will increase, and its profits will decrease. What benefit will that bring him?” Dinia asked.

“Camille, you speak,” Ronan said, prompting Camille to answer the question.

Camille analyzed and explained based on what he knew, “Madam Prime Minister, the Earl of Lorraine does indeed hold shares in the steel mill, but only three percent. His most profitable business related to coal and iron is the transportation company that brings coal from the Rhine region. If the workers in the iron ore mines want better pay, then the transportation workers naturally have a reason to get better pay as well. He can then reasonably raise the price of coal supply.”

Dinia frowned upon hearing this.

She is unwilling to improve the treatment of miners in the mining area, at least not now.

"Should we send people over to suppress this forcefully?" Agustina asked, sounding somewhat eager to try.

“Even a powerful dragon can’t suppress a local snake. Sending people over there is useless. Public opinion and morality are on their side. The local government should work for the benefit of the people. If we send people over to suppress them, wouldn’t that damage the image of the central government?” Ronan said.

They're waving the banner of justice; if you oppose them, you're being unjust.

Forceful suppression is not impossible, but it would be too costly. It is foreseeable that a group of nobles who usually oppress the people would jump out and pretend to be good people. Moreover, even if the suppression is carried out by force, the Earl of Lorraine can still reap a lot of popularity.

So, Ronan said Marcus is a cunning old fox, and he's not at a disadvantage either way.

While most nobles are utterly useless, those who aren't are incredibly difficult to deal with.

"Should we just go along with their wishes? If we compromise this time, people in other places will probably follow suit."

Agustina said.

“Of course we can’t go along with his wishes. We will never agree to improve the miners’ treatment,” Ronan replied fiercely.

“Come up with a solution,” Dinia said.

“Of course there is a way.” Ronan smiled. “We can build steel mills on the western coast and import coal and iron directly from the colonies.”

Dealing with the problems in the iron ore mining area is wrong no matter how you handle it. The only way to make Marcus back down is to not deal with the problem at all and instead take drastic measures.