Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Before long, the waiter led Ronan in. Ronan caught a glimpse of Yu Xiong out of the corner of his eye. This big, dark-skinned man looked clumsy and awkward. Just by looking at his restrained posture, Ronan knew that he was also a guest, and not a regular one.

Ronan didn't know who Yu Xiong was, but Yu Xiong knew who Ronan was. He had never met Ronan. There were many foreigners in Foshan, including many white Westerners, but who else could have such an air of authority besides the famous Master Luo?

The King of the South Sea rose to return the greeting, then looked at Yu Xiong and said, "Mr. Luo, this is Boss Yu, a friend of Scholar Chen."

After speaking, Zhao Jun looked at Ronan, but unfortunately, he didn't see any interesting changes in Ronan's expression; Ronan remained unusually calm.

Interesting, really interesting.

Zhao Jun couldn't help but think more highly of Luo Nan. He sat back down and said, "Mr. Luo, you don't mind that Boss Yu is here, do you?"

Ronan remained calm, but Yu Xiong was becoming increasingly uneasy, finding it harder and harder to understand what the King of the South China Sea was thinking.

What he was thinking was simple: he wanted Ronan to state his purpose in front of Yu Xiong, and he wanted Chen Zuolin to know.

He is the Prince of the South Sea, supposedly the Emperor's younger brother, but his elder brother is incompetent and doesn't take him seriously. Otherwise, why would he leave the capital at the age of sixteen, before even reaching adulthood, to become some nobody, the Prince of the South Sea? He's just in a county, and right next to the Foshan Coastal Defense Sub-Prefecture, a high-ranking government office. He can't even become a local tyrant.

Why let Chen Zuolin know? It's to put pressure on both sides, hoping Ronan will feel some pressure and not just fool him with empty promises. Of course, if Chen Zuolin feels the pressure and can immediately find a way to give him real superhuman powers, that would be even better.

In just a few seconds, combining his previous conversation with Chen Zuolin and some information about this Prince of the South Sea, Ronan had already figured out the other party's thoughts. Since that was the case, there was no need to beat around the bush. "Then I will be frank. If I cannot promote Your Highness to the right position within a week, Your Highness may have any anger to express."

Zhao Jun laughed, then laughed heartily, “Good, Mr. Luo, you’re quick-witted.”

Yu Xiong was stunned. This was a really big deal.

Regardless of whether Ronan is talking nonsense or not, at least for the time being, the King of the South Sea will be of no use.

Meanwhile, the government has shifted to neutrality.

Should we go find the naval admiral?

Yu Xiong was unaware that Ronan was employing a two-pronged approach: he was dealing with the King of the South Sea, while Liu Menglong was dealing with the naval commander Pei Jinghai.

Liu Menglong was once a tax official in Guangdong. He had no connection with the naval commander, after all, he was aloof. However, he knew the commander, and they knew each other even before Liu became an official.

Liu Menglong came from a prominent family in Jiangnan, and goods from Jiangnan also came to Guangdong. Back then, Pei Jinghai, who was not yet the governor, did he rise to power solely based on military merit? Of course not, he also needed money and connections in the court.

How could Liu Menglong, an honest official who refused to compromise his integrity, secure his position as a customs official in Guangdong?

Those who know, know.

In fact, around the same time, Pei Jinghai met Liu Menglong and warmly and generously took Liu Menglong's hand, saying, "Nephew Menglong, my elder brother taught me that a man is different after he gets married, and it is indeed true." Liu Menglong's uncle had retired from the position of Minister, and his status as a military general of the State of Wei was not low, so it was not a problem for him to be on friendly terms with him.

Liu Menglong felt both helpless and excited.

Back to Ronan.

Yu Xiong had already taken his leave, leaving only Luo Nan and Zhao Junyong, the Prince of the South Sea. The prince had instructed the servants to stay far away.

Ronan said, "I have a transplant technique that can transplant cultivation. Don't worry, the material is a prisoner. After it's done, I'll make him commit suicide by shooting him in the back. If Your Highness has someone else in mind, we can switch."

Zhao Jun was completely astonished. Could there really be such a miraculous skill in the world?

"Such a big matter, would I dare to talk nonsense?" Ronan asked with a smile.

Zhao Jun nodded repeatedly, "By the way, no one else knows about this, right?"

“Only a handful of people know about talent transplantation,” Ronan replied.

Xiao Zhao gave a thumbs up, "Brother Luo, you're really something!"

Chapter 778 Working non-stop, Little Prince, so this is how you relax.

These days, Falek, Faith, and Canaan have been working non-stop. First, they demonstrated the talent transplant technique to Lin and Xu, and then they officially transplanted the talent to their young sons.

After dealing with this mess, Master Wang and Master Zhou also came to visit. Both of their sons were talented, especially Master Zhou, who had two sons with already quite good cultivation levels. But who would complain about having too many? After consulting Ronan, they each arranged a spot.

Now it's the turn of Zhao Jun, the King of the South Sea. As the son of a wealthy family, he certainly can't do it himself right away. He plans to find a test subject first to see the talent transplantation technique.

It's a talent transplant technique, not a cultivation transplant technique.

There is only one second-tier serious offender in the Foshan prison. If this one is used for experiments, there will be no other one available.

He witnessed firsthand this incredible skill, and saw his personal maid transform from an ordinary person into a talented individual capable of cultivation.

As someone who has studied cultivation deeply but whose talent and comprehension are really poor, Zhao Jun clearly understands that cultivation is something at the level of the soul. No matter how much you manipulate the body, it will be useless. Although the soul exists, it is dynamic and difficult to make precise adjustments.

However, the three women Ronan sent did just that.

In fact, Ronan also provided Zhao Jun with another option: to abandon Seris's fusion cultivation method. This method relies heavily on comprehension; those who have the knack for it can get started very quickly, while those who don't will never find the way, and no matter how many books they read or how many principles they understand, it will be useless.

He could combine Ronan's improved mathematical modeling training method with Western elemental magic training methods, and in a year at most he could become a novice magician. As long as his skill level was not bad, it wouldn't be a problem for him to become an elemental magician in three to five years.

That's right. Zhao Jun did not inherit the "summoning" of the Zhao family. He was just an "element". In this respect, he was far inferior to Zhao Yingqi, whose bloodline was far removed from his and who was just an empty member of the royal family. Zhao Yingqi was a "time eraser". This talent was no less than that of David's great-grandfather, the man who was said to be able to see the past and future and control time.

Transplanting cultivation will cause losses. If a second-tier cultivation is transplanted into him, he will only be at the starting level of the first tier. Moreover, it is someone else's cultivation after all, and he will need a long time to adapt. Before he has adapted, his realm will not improve, and his ability to use it will be very poor.

However, Zhao Jun firmly stated that he wanted a transplant.

Switching to another system takes too long and isn't even 100% successful. Transplanting, on the other hand, is 100% successful. It makes it difficult to make progress for a period of time and also makes it hard to utilize power. Is this a problem? No.

He is not someone who needs to rely on cultivation to make a living, nor does he need cultivation to advance. He is already a prince, and cultivation is something he is obsessed with.

In this world of extraordinary power, the concept of a mortal without talent is not the same as that of a talented person. Similarly, the concept of a talented person who has not yet attained a high position is not the same as that of a person who has attained a high position. If a member of the royal bloodline has no cultivation, then in the eyes of others, he is nothing more than a worm born of a dragon, a rice weevil who wastes money and food, and is far less respected than scholars and warriors.

Now, Zhao Jun, the King of the South Sea, felt as if he had been reborn, his whole body brimming with power.

“It seems Your Highness is in good spirits. We’ll take our leave then,” Ronan said, preparing to leave with Falek, Faith, and Canaan.

“Mr. Luo, please wait a moment. I have something to say.” King Zhao Jun of the South Sea called out to Luo Nan, “It concerns that Scholar Chen.”

Since he didn't go along with Chen Zuolin's wishes to hinder Ronan, and he wouldn't make things difficult for Ronan in the future, then his friendship with Chen Zuolin would come to an end. Since they couldn't be friends, he might as well offend her to death. Anyway, Chen Zuolin was just making empty promises, while Ronan had already fulfilled his wish in just a few days.

"That Scholar Chen actually only controlled the largest ironworks and ironware workshops. He controlled less than one-tenth of the market share. The reason he was almost the only one who could have any say in Foshan was because he formed a mutual aid alliance with many businesses, signed a series of agreements, specified the production, prices, sales volume and sales area of ​​different businesses, worked together, and then eliminated dissidents."

Zhao Junyong said.

Ronan had known this for a long time. Chen Zuolin was able to wield great influence in Foshan because of this monopolistic organization composed of a corporate alliance. In his time, this was a cartel.

These are all things he ruined back in the colonies of France.

To dismantle Chen Zuolin's organization, all that's needed is to break his control over Foshan's iron production capacity and ironware prices. This would be difficult for others, but for Luo Nan, it would be very simple as long as Chen Zuolin couldn't rely on administrative power or military force.

Zhao Junyong was unaware of Ronan's capabilities and added, "Actually, Chen Zuolin is planning unified procurement and sales. Some people within his organization are dissatisfied with this, and I have a list." Clearly, Chen Zuolin intends to turn a monopolistic alliance into a monopolistic group, which is naturally opposed by some.

"Thank you for your guidance, Your Highness." Ronan expressed his gratitude. Even though he didn't need to use internal divisions to plot anything and could directly defeat Chen Zuolin in business, he still thanked Zhao Junyong.

"It's nothing. I'm just a useless prince, powerless and penniless. This is all I can do. I hope Mr. Luo won't take offense," Zhao Jun said very politely.

"You can't say that. His Highness did me a huge favor," Ronan said with a smile. "In fact, I'm the one who benefited the most."

Zhao Junyong breathed a sigh of relief. Ronan's words meant that they were even. He laughed and said, "Hahaha, if you need anything in the future, just come to me. I may not be good at anything else, but I can write a few complaint letters."

"Definitely, definitely," Ronan replied.

Afterwards, accompanied by the servants of the Prince's Palace, Ronan and his companions left the palace.

"Aren't you worried that he'll spread this secret?" Canaan asked.

"What good would it do him if it got out?" Falek countered. "Or rather, would the benefits to him outweigh the benefits to others?"

Faith said, "This brat pretends to be someone who just wants to cultivate, and he's humble and polite, but deep down he's a traitor."

Clearly, in terms of analyzing interests and judging people, Canaan and Falek, the former Queen Mother of Suleiman, are not on the same level as the cult leader Fais.

However, Canaan was, after all, a bureaucrat, and she soon figured it out.

"By the way, are you coming later?" Faith asked.

"What are you coming for?" Canaan asked.

Falek smiled knowingly. "A bath, a massage, relax."

"Okay," Canaan readily agreed, having been exhausted during this period.

Faith rolled her eyes and pointed out in a cool tone, "When she talks about relaxation, she means using Ronan to relax."

"Huh?" Canaan was stunned.

"That's enough, you two. You're both old, flirting with other people." Ronan scolded.

“No, I’m younger than her,” Falek retorted.

Chapter 779 Open Crotch, Suspender, Kick into the Water

After buying the current house from a businessman, a group of people, under Ronan's direction, broke ground, built a wall around the yard, and then built a bathtub with an area of ​​thirty square meters inside the wall.

For a mage, constructing a proper multi-story building might be difficult, but digging and filling a pool is quite easy.

The entire project took a week, mainly involving extremely primitive water supply and drainage systems, which were somewhat outdated.

At this moment, by the pool, Canaan was in a daze. She couldn't understand why she had followed them here, nor could she remember how she got here. It was as if she had a blackout.

Falek lay down in the slightly warm pool water, letting out a long, pleasant sigh, and then muttered, "This place is so hot. I thought Constantinople was already pretty hot."

She's from the North, and she's the fattest of all the women in Ronan's group—the only one who could be described as having a mature figure, with a waist so large you could grab a handful of flesh.

Faith seemed much calmer. As a human puppet, she wasn't very sensitive to temperature changes. What concerned her was something else: "That woman must have seen something. Aren't we going to deal with her?"

They were talking about Yang Huaien. This woman had secretly approached them during their surgery. Although she hadn't actually seen anything, her actions were suicidal. Faith had originally planned to deal with her, but Ronan stopped her.

"It depends," Ronan replied.

Falek leaned closer and looked at Ronan. "You really intend to use this woman?"

"It depends," Ronan said, repeating the same statement.

Although he didn't say anything, Faith and Falek already understood. Ronan meant that if the other party continued to act recklessly, she should really die; if she didn't act recklessly and came to him on her own initiative, they would give her a try.

At this moment, Ronan stood up. He only had a towel tied around his waist. His hair was still wet after a quick shower, making his eyes look somewhat dreamy and alluring. Since everything was temporarily over and he didn't have to socialize, he had even shaved his beard, making him look exceptionally young. In the sunlight, his face even had a touch of fragile art beauty, but his well-defined muscles were constantly radiating a strong and masculine charm.

This is Ronan, the man who captivated Princess Ambrina of France at first sight, and who also stirred the heart of Queen Mother Suleiman and Queen Lecce.

Ronan walked toward Canaan, who was standing by the pool. For a moment, Canaan seemed to be frozen in place, not moving at all, but his breathing became more and more rapid.

As a young girl, Canaan was born into a family with a strong religious atmosphere, yet she was extremely bold. She dared to run away from home to escape an arranged marriage, wandering all the way from the West Indies to the Mediterranean. She joined a pirate gang, was precocious and very talkative, and even dared to tease Ronan to her face. After becoming a technical official and burying herself in research for decades, her personality became somewhat dull, and she spoke softly like a little coward in her daily life.

As Ronan drew closer, Canaan grew increasingly nervous.

Just as she thought Ronan was about to say or do something, he kicked her into the pool.

The pool wasn't deep, but Canaan, who grew up by the sea, was an excellent swimmer. She immediately popped out of the water and shouted angrily, "You bastard, what are you doing!"

Ronan chuckled. "I call this 'Returning Your Youth' kick. How about it? Doesn't this kick make you look younger?"

For a moment, Canaan was both amused and annoyed, unsure of what to say.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable."

Ronan said.

He had previously thought Canaan was between a B and a C cup, but now it seemed that was because she was wearing a tight white bra underneath, which was actually definitely a C cup or larger.

Canaan looked down and realized that he was wearing a Seres silk robe and a tight white bodice that was now see-through after getting wet.

"Aren't you hot, Canaan, wearing such tight clothes?" Falek asked, speaking to Canaan but her gaze was fixed on Ronan. Having not been properly aroused for a long time, she was already losing control as she looked at his strong body and the bulge under the towel.

"They say it's bad for that area if it's too tight," Faith added casually.

She didn't have the same intense desire as Falek. In a sense, she was similar to Dinia; they were both quite ordinary and didn't seem to have any such thoughts. Only when they started doing it would they fall into a state of extreme enjoyment.

In the water, Canaan took a deep breath, steeled his resolve, took off his skirt, and threw it onto the edge of the pool, leaving him only in his bra and underwear.

However, Ronan didn't come over at all. After going back into the water, he leaned towards Falek.

“Wait, I’ll go get the things,” Falek said, knowing what Ronan liked.

“I’ll do it,” Faith said, indicating that she would take over.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and countless threads flew out, entering the bathroom on the other side, sticking to and entangled a box. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the threads were retrieved, and the box came back to his hand.

Upon opening the box, there was a pair of black pantyhose with an open crotch, and a pair of light brown garter stockings.

Falek put on open-crotch black pantyhose, and Faith put on light brown suspender stockings.

The voluptuous and plump Falek couldn't wait to lean towards Ronan, tearing off the towel wrapped around Ronan's waist with one hand and grabbing the half-erect, half-erect fleshy worm with the other.

She was facing away from Ronan, and with a glance to the side, he could see her heavy, plump breasts trembling in the water, forming a deep, tight cleavage without any effort on her part. And behind her were her large, swollen buttocks, the black stockings stretched thin, their almost skin-toned darkness shimmering and glistening in the water, as if they would burst open and rip if her legs were spread any wider or her buttocks were raised any higher.

This extreme sensuality constantly fuels the desire to ravage and penetrate.

Completely mesmerized, Falek lowered his head and looked at the erect penis between his legs, as rugged and ferocious as a marble relief, its powerful strength clearly felt with just his eyes. He immediately opened his mouth.

Falek greedily savored the magnificent, thick, and enormous penis, her intoxicated expression as if it had already entered her body.

Faith didn't come closer. She wasn't enthusiastic about it, nor was she good at it. Ronan said that when she did it, it was like she was tightening screws with her mouth, all technique and no emotion.

On the other side, Canaan's lips parted slightly, her expression frozen. She had been with Falek for some time now, and in her memory, Falek was an intellectual and dignified woman. She seemed more mature and composed than the others who were older than her.