Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ronan first massaged it with his fingers for a while until the white stockings began to become transparent as they were soaked with the sticky fluid.

Ronan then picked up Ambrina, placed her on his lap, and lay down. Ambrina straddled Ronan and nervously moved back little by little, completing the 69 position.

Ambrina slowly bent down, holding Ronan's penis in one hand, and gently moved it towards her lips, inching it down until it touched the head. Her tongue squeezed out and touched it just a little bit. She looked up, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the head down into her mouth.

Ronan's face was directly facing Ambrina's white, round buttocks, which felt soft and fleshy to the touch.

A little finger tore through the pantyhose and pierced the tight opening. Instantly, Ambrina's body tensed up, and she froze completely.

She just held it there without moving, her tongue neither moving nor spitting it out. With something in her mouth, her saliva quickly began to secrete like crazy, soon wetting Ronan's penis.

Seeing that she was really nervous, Ronan got up and pulled Ambrina up as well.

Ambrina turned around. "Ronan, am I really that bad?"

“No, people aren’t born knowing these things,” Ronan comforted her, raising his hand to cup Ambrina’s cheeks. “I’ll teach you.”

“Mm,” Ambrina replied.

Ronan sat on the pillow, with Ambrina nestled between his legs. Ronan lifted her head and slowly lowered it. "Open your mouth, mmm, gently take it in, good, like this." Then, Ronan held Ambrina's head and moved it up and down, up and down.

After a short while, he released Ambrina. At this point, Ambrina was less nervous and had already grasped the rhythm and feeling of swallowing and spitting, so she could do it herself.

Ambrina spat it out, "One more time, I'm fine now."

Ronan shook his head and then pushed Ambrina down.

Immediately, Ronan leaned down and buried his head between Ambrina's legs. The moment his tongue touched her, Ambrina's white-stockinged thighs clamped her head shut, and her hands instinctively tried to pull Ronan's head away. Her insteps were arched straight, and her cute, fleshy big toes were tightly curled inward through her white stockings.

After a few spasms, Ambrina, with her eyes closed, began to moan softly. Ronan got up, switched to his index finger, and gradually increased the pace.

After Ambrina gradually got used to it, Ronan switched to two fingers. This time, Ambrina, who had stopped moaning much, started to moan softly again.

Chapter 283 is over. Everything's back to normal. Are you jealous?

After a while, Ronan stopped.

Ambrina lay flat on her back, her forehead already sweating and her breathing somewhat rapid. She wasn't tired; as a second-tier mage, her physique wasn't normal. She just felt her body was a little weak and powerless.

"That's enough for now." Ronan felt it was time to stop here for the time being.

Ambrina suddenly stood up, pouting, "No way." As she spoke, she grabbed Ronan's muscular genitals, her face showing a hint of princess-like spoiledness and willfulness, "I'm going to get it out for you, Ronan."

"Okay, you do it." Ronan simply lay down and leaned against the headboard without moving.

Ambrina started swallowing and spitting, and after a while, her mouth was sore, but it still didn't come out. She made a snap decision, stuck out her tongue, and started licking, but it still didn't seem to have any effect. Until she found that when the tip of her tongue touched the coronal sulcus, Ronan's penis twitched. She started to hold it in her mouth and swirled it with her tongue.

Gradually, Ronan began to sense it.

Just as she was about to ejaculate, Ronan called out, "Anri, get up!" but Ambrina seemed not to hear him.

Ronan intended to reach out and lift Ambrina's head, but Ambrina pushed his hand away with one hand and kept her head buried, refusing to get up. At that moment, she was thinking about what the letter said about Elena being able to swallow it all, and that she was the eldest, while the other two were just servants.

Ronan held it in for a moment, then a burst of white fluid gushed into Ambrina's mouth, throat, and trachea. She instantly looked up and coughed violently, a large amount of white fluid flowing out of her mouth. Ronan's thing was still throbbing and spraying, getting all over her face, body, and the white stockings on her legs. The white fluid flowed down her chin and neck to her chest, and a few drops landed on her white stockings.

Seeing Ambrina's expression, Ronan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha."

Thinking of her own embarrassment, and seeing Ronan still laughing at her, Ambrina wiped the white fluid from her mouth and angrily kicked him, hitting him directly in the groin. Before Ronan could speak, Ambrina nervously apologized, "I'm sorry, Ronan, I didn't mean to."

“It’s alright, my little princess,” Ronan said. Ambrina was just throwing a tantrum; she wasn’t really using force. If she had, Ronan would have stopped her long ago.

"Are you really alright?" Ambrina asked nervously.

"Really." Ronan reiterated earnestly that he was fine.

Ambrina was relieved. "Um, I kicked you just now, you don't think I have a bad temper."

“No.” Ronan said with a smile, while grabbing a handkerchief from the side and wiping the white fluid from Ambrina’s mouth, chin, neck, and chest. “When two people are together, they shouldn’t always worry about whether the other person will mind.”

“Mm,” Ambrina nodded in response.

Ronan got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he found Ambrina silent. She hesitated for several seconds before speaking, "Um, Ronan, I also need to go to the bathroom."

Ronan smiled again, put on his bathrobe, picked up the oil lamp, and took Ambrina to the toilet.

The two returned to their room. Ronan was about to go to sleep, but Ambrina showed no sign of leaving. Without even taking off her stockings, she climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to Ronan, placing one hand on his chest.

After all the commotion, Ambrina calmed down, and Ronan got down to business.

Currently, a grain and oil consortium centered around the seed company has taken shape. In addition to grains and edible oils, this consortium also includes salt, sugar, and livestock feed. This forms the foundation for Ronan's path to queenhood for Ambrina.

If food is the most important thing for people, then from now on, that "importance" will be in her hands.

The postal and transportation system is also gradually being rolled out, and it is estimated that it will take another 10 to 20 years to truly cover all major regions of the country. In the next few years, it will be enough to connect the capital with several important regions.

“Anli, take your leg off,” Ronan suddenly said.

Ambrina lay on her side, one leg on the bed and the other draped over him. Her legs, encased in white stockings, kept rubbing against his. The delicate, smooth, slightly frosted texture of the stockings made Ronan feel like he was having a stroke.

Upon hearing this, Ambrina looked up and saw that Ronan's thing had gotten hard again.

"How long do you plan to stay in the New World this time?" Ronan asked again, getting down to business.

"I don't know, I'll wait for my father's letter," Ambrina replied.

Ronan thought to himself that it was indeed the king who had sent her away, so he said, "I'm quite busy here and don't have time to keep you company. If you don't find Cardina City interesting, go find Elena and have her show you around. By the way, be careful not to reveal your identity."

Ambrina tapped Ronan's pectoral muscles with her finger. "I want to be your secretary and see how you usually work."

“Fine, no one here knows you anyway,” Ronan said.

Actually, several department heads may have met Ambrina, but unfortunately, they have been hanged by Ronan for treason.

Ambrina suddenly changed the subject, "From now on, I'll live here too."

“The remaining guest rooms are a bit small,” Ronan remarked.

Ambrina shook her head. "I won't stay in the guest room. I'll stay with you."

"This..." Ronan was a little embarrassed. If Ambrina was staying here, it wouldn't be very convenient for him, Elena, and Alice to travel together.

Seeing Ronan hesitate, Ambrina suddenly thought of something, "Hmph, I'll go out and make room for you guys then."

Ronan reached out and pinched Ambrina's cheek. "The way you're saying it makes me sound like a bad person."

“So when you were doing that, I was watching from the sidelines, and you acted as if I didn’t exist,” Ambrina added.

Ronan felt a terrible headache, and rubbed his forehead. He couldn't say a word for a long time before finally sighing, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

The next day, Ronan got up very early, while Ambrina was still fast asleep, and he had already left for work.

Ronan encountered Dinah right in front of the Governor's Palace.

Dinia stared intently at Ronan and asked, "Did you sleep with Ambrina?"

"Elena told you that?" Ronan asked in return.

“Never mind how I know,” Dinia said.

Hearing her say that, Ronan was completely certain that it was Elena who said it. Good heavens, even Elena, that blonde with blue eyes, had betrayed him.

“No, we weren’t planning on doing that before we got married. Last night we just had some intimate contact,” Ronan said.

Dinia gave a half-smile, "Hmph, rare indeed."

Before Ronan could respond, Dinia immediately switched to work mode, saying that she had drafted a development plan, which Yvette added a few points to, and that she wanted Ronan to help her see if there were any areas for improvement.

In the morning, after the routine meeting, Ronan, Dinia, and Yvette had lunch together. Ambrina also came. Although she had not officially taken office yet, she already considered herself Ronan's secretary. Upon hearing about the development plan, she immediately expressed her interest in seeing it as well.

Since she, as the future queen, had said so, Ronan and Dinia naturally had no choice but to involve her.

Anyway, Ambrina's interests are food, music, and flowers. To put it nicely, she came to learn about government affairs; to put it bluntly, she only came because Ronan was there.

Chapter 284 Grown Up, Still a Little Short, The Iron Fist of Imperialism

Inside the Governor's Mansion, in the Governor's lounge, which was 60 square meters in size, Yvette set up a blackboard invented by Ronan. Of course, this thing was much inferior to the blackboard in Ronan's original timeline, and it didn't have much technical content. It was made by putting putty on a wooden board, sanding it, and then painting it. But for this era, it was an invention with great influence.

Yvette, holding a piece of chalk, wrote as she explained the development plan she and Dinia had jointly devised.

After listening for a while, Ronan stopped listening, but Ambrina, who was sitting next to him, listened attentively to the whole thing.

Half an hour later, Ronan regained his spirits.

I didn't want to listen to more than a little at first because Yvette put forward two core points: one was to increase taxes step by step based on the scale of farms and factories and their income.

The second option is to allocate a portion of the increased tax revenue to improve the living conditions of the poor, prioritizing white immigrants while also providing some basic living security for indigenous people.

Ronan disagreed with both of these points.

The first point, raising taxes, is meaningless.

All kinds of goods from the colonies, whether grains, furs, minerals, cotton, or even bird droppings from small islands, were initially processed before being exported. These goods relied on volume to succeed, and fluctuations in unit price had a significant impact on the entire trade.

Taxes undoubtedly affect costs and thus unit prices. In order to gain an advantage in the competition, the only way for farm and factory owners to do so is to pass on the losses caused by taxes to the farmers and workers at the bottom.

The second measure, subsidizing the poor, was still ineffective.

Indigenous serfs and laborers who received subsidies would have them taken back from each other.

For lower-class whites, the methods were slightly more subtle. Agricultural capitalists who controlled prices could raise the prices of food and daily necessities and obtain loans. This would not only allow them to recoup the welfare benefits that the governor's government had provided by cutting into their flesh, but also make a profit.

Furthermore, if colonial civil servants didn't skimp on subsidies for the lower classes, Ronan would have been beheaded on the spot.

To be honest, Ronan was disappointed when he heard these two points.

However, there is a third option: the Governor's Office would take the lead in establishing several alliances with the participation of local banks. Each alliance would cover several closely related industries in the colony, maintaining the independent production of each farm and factory, but within the same alliance, procurement and sales channels would be unified, and prices would be standardized.

This is undoubtedly a monopoly organization.

The primary condition for joining the alliance is to earnestly implement the first two conditions. Joining is not mandatory, but if you don't join, it's clear that bankruptcy is the only option left.

These three factors combined constitute Dinia's plan.

Ronan couldn't help but smile like a proud father; Dinya had truly grown up.

“Very good, excellent.” Ronan clapped his hands in approval, then changed the subject, “I do have a few minor opinions and suggestions regarding a few details.”

Ronan stood up and went to the blackboard. “This plan is good, but it is actually difficult for the Governor’s Office to have enough control over such an alliance, and it is difficult to ensure that they seriously implement the first two points.”

Dinia, sitting with her legs crossed, tapped the armrest with her fingers. "Is your Ministry of the Interior just for show?"

Ronan smiled. "The role of the Ministry of the Interior is to regularly purge the rotten flesh and eliminate external and internal destabilizing factors that threaten the rule. It is an efficient error correction mechanism, not a place to force officials and the public to do anything. Intelligence agencies are necessary, but secret service-style rule is unacceptable."

"In the end, using knives to kill the rich and give to the poor is a rather low-level regulatory method. Using such a method can only prove one thing: that the initial policy was seriously flawed. Of course, this flaw was not your fault, but rather that of the previous governors. There's nothing we can do about it; the officials in our kingdom are just that incompetent. They can only do some feudal stuff. Compared to them, Madam, your level is a whole level higher."

Ronan couldn't resist making sarcastic remarks about the kingdom's officials once again.

Dinia took a swig of bitter coffee. "Stop the nonsense and give me your advice."

Ronan took a sip of water. "My suggestion is that you only take the third point of your plan: establish an alliance. Then we can start our own operation, setting up collective farms and state-owned factories. Through the existence of these two entities, we can force them to improve workers' treatment and guarantee the basic survival of farmers."

As he spoke, Ronan spread his five fingers and said, "My initial targets are five: a food factory, a leather goods factory, a glass factory, a bone china factory, and a textile factory."

No one paid attention to the food factory and the leather goods factory, but the last three were quite surprising.

"Glass?" Ambrina looked at Ronan in surprise, her white-stockinged little feet, which had been swaying, stopped swaying.

"Bone china?" Yvette looked puzzled, and subconsciously pinched her thigh covered by flesh-colored stockings.

"A textile factory?" Dinia found it unbelievable. She put down her long, black-stockinged legs, which had been crossed over her shoulders, and fell into thought.

Glass? Ronan can make glass? Bone china? That's a type of porcelain, right? Can they even make that? A textile factory? The New World's imitation manufacturing level is far behind that of the mainland; they can't gain any advantage. How could they possibly succeed?

Ronan noticed their doubts.

“I’m confident I can make very good glass,” Ronan said. He could have done it from the beginning, but he didn’t before because he didn’t have the power. Now it’s different.

"As for bone china, a type of porcelain, I have the technology." Ronan himself only had a general understanding of bone china, but during the trial with Dinia at the bottom of the pyramid, he learned about ceramic technology in detail in Haijin City, which enabled him to make bone china.

"Finally, there's textiles. The colonies do lack technical talent and skilled workers, but as long as I bring out the steam engine, we can immediately make a huge leap in efficiency and generate a huge cost advantage."

Ronan has been researching steam engines ever since he time-traveled; all he's missing is rubber.

Ronan paused for a moment, then continued, "These five are just the beginning. Once large-scale factories are established, and we provide our workers with enough money to spend, countless small vendors will emerge in the surrounding areas. In this way, the overall living standards of the lower classes will be improved."

"Here, I would like to reiterate that the colonies' industries are mostly export of raw materials and minimally processed products. Therefore, the factories we are talking about are their upstream industries. Simply put, we exploit the major farmers and factory owners in the colonies through these state-owned factories."

"Of course, at the same time, we need to do another thing, which is to reduce taxes and provide incentives for alliances that are willing to provide raw materials and minimally processed products."

"Although capitalists benefit from the situation, they are unlikely to improve the treatment of their subordinates. However, with the contrast of our state-owned factories and the additional jobs created by them in the surrounding areas, they will inevitably have to improve the treatment in order to prevent the outflow of farmers and workers."

"However, I believe that in the face of this situation, there will definitely be some people with corrupt ideas who will stand up to obstruct the Governor-General's just actions. At that time, my Ministry of the Interior will let them feel what the iron fist of imperialism is."

Ronan finished giving his advice.

Chapter 285 I am the State; Governing Issues, Removing Obstacles

Ronan actually hoped that opponents would appear. If not, he would set a trap and kill a few opponents.