Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“It’s not like I got a new face, just a few minor adjustments. Besides, pursuing beauty isn’t vulgar.” Ronan said this, but what he was really concerned about was that his body structure was natural. Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but suddenly speed up and thrust hard several times, thoroughly enjoying the internal stimulation.

Faith grunted nasally, "Slow down, you're making me dizzy."

Ronan simply pulled it out and then took the pantyhose off one of Faith's legs, along with her underwear. Now, Faith was only wearing pantyhose on her left leg, with her underwear hanging on her left ankle.

With that, Ronan easily spread Faith's legs and thrust in forcefully.

The more a woman tells a man to slow down, the more he wants to speed up.

With her legs freed, Faith instinctively wrapped them around Ronan's waist.

As Ronan fucked her, Faith's legs, which were wrapped around Ronan's waist, were either bare, slender and fair, or covered by a thick stocking on the calf of her other leg. The black stockings around her ankle were wrinkled, and the other part of the stockings that were not being worn swung back and forth with the fucking movements, while her panties, which had become a ball, also kept swaying.

The entire ship trembled slightly with Ronan's movements, constantly creating ripples around it.

Soon, Faith's instep began to tense, her toes stretched to their maximum, and the black stockings at the toes of her feet, still wearing socks, were pushed halfway through.

Meanwhile, as Ronan accelerated, the amount of fabric and sock on Faith's left foot swung around more and more.

This classic missionary position continued until Ronan felt his urge to ejaculate. Just as he was about to ejaculate, Ronan withdrew. Suddenly feeling empty, Faith didn't want Ronan to leave like that, but under his urging, she reluctantly took off her panties and put them aside, then put her black pantyhose back on.

Ronan turned her around so her back was to him, and then thrust himself into her, stockings and all, and began a rapid series of thrusts from behind.

Once she felt fulfilled again, Faith quickly got into the mood and reached climax.

As Faith reached her climax, she went into a daze, lying on the deck like a corpse, while Ronan grabbed her black-stockinged ankles with both hands, spread her legs wide, and thrust into her repeatedly in a kneeling position.

At this point, Ronan could no longer hold back his ejaculation.

With a low growl, Ronan shot forward, then released his grip. With a thud, Faith's limp, black-stockinged foot landed on the deck.

Ronan then leaned down and pressed himself against Faith, his thick, long penis, still hard from ejaculation, slipped out, and a stream of semen flowed out.

After a long while, the two recovered.

Faith put the pantyhose aside, put on her clothes, then put on cotton socks and ankle boots.

"I have some manuscripts about the program ideas that will be put forward at the committee meeting later. You organize them, and then I'll take them to a few Seres to take a look and finalize them." Ronan once again got down to business after finishing his shooting.

The document outlining the core ideas was not intended for Ronan himself, nor for this group of foreigners, but for the Seres. Therefore, the Seres needed to fully understand the intention behind the wording and even the way it was presented, so as not to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings.

“I’m fine with that,” Faith agreed. “But who are you planning to contact, the Seres?”

“Lu Jianling, those few Guangxi natives under her, Lu Ming, Lu Ming’s female student, Wang Sizheng, and some other students, and finally the people from the Gongjin Reading Club whom we promoted, as well as several members of the trade unions and farmers’ associations who received commendations during the war.”

Ronan replied.

Lu Jianling understands the village community, the Guangxi natives understand the ignorant poor peasants, Lu Ming, a northerner, has spent a lot of time in Jiangnan, his female students are ordinary people, Wang Sizheng is a standard Seres scholar, and the students under his jurisdiction are also, only with more modern ideas, the filial sons and daughters of the Gongjin Reading Club are young and radical intellectuals, while the union and peasant association members are progressives who are not very educated but can barely read, but have some knowledge.

Only when they can understand it can the program and its ideas stand firm and be spread.

Whether it's the seemingly logical but actually confusing stuff from the West, or the seemingly profound but actually plausible and repetitive statements from Seres, their applicability is too low.

What Ronan wanted was an explanation of his ideas that any Seresian who had read even a little bit could roughly understand.

As for the vast majority of ordinary people who are practically illiterate, a few slogans will suffice.

“However, I can’t finish it in a short time,” Faith said.

“It’s alright. This time I plan to spend a few more days with Canaan before going to Guangxi to find Lu Jianling,” Ronan said. “You have time.”

“Oh? She should be very happy that you can play with her,” Faith said with a smile.

In Fisse's eyes, Canaan, who has an extremely high level of expertise in the field of magic machinery, is actually a child at heart, even though she is forty years old. Especially after she gradually sheds her homebody habits and becomes as lively as she was in her youth, she is even more childish than Zhao Yingqi.

Since she's a child, she naturally likes to have someone with her, and she'll definitely be happy if Ronan is willing to play with her.

Hearing this, Ronan frowned. "However, I have no idea what she likes to do."

“Her? She likes to gamble, especially all sorts of weird and wonderful bets,” Faith said. She remembered the last time Canaan bet on how many people would pass by the intersection in a minute.

Chapter 969 Black Stockings, It's Only Fun If You Get the Luck, White Dove Tickets

Ronan met Canaan in a licensed casino.

With Ronan's arrival, blackjack has become popular in Guangdong. At this time, Canaan is sitting around a gambling table with a group of people playing blackjack.

Canaan had naturally curly hair parted in the middle, with a thick fishtail braid at the back of his head. He had fair skin, high eyebrows, thick black eyebrows that were close to his eyeliner, large blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and full but not large lips. Such a face was exceptionally conspicuous in the casino.

She wore pearl earrings, a long-sleeved inner shirt, and an outer robe with colorful and gorgeous patterns. She wore low-cut shoes, and a small section of her feet peeked out from under the hem, revealing flesh-colored stockings with a silky, semi-transparent texture on the insteps of her feet.

She already had a lot of chips piled up in front of Canaan. Of course, casinos don't allow the use of supernatural powers, but for her, whether or not she uses supernatural powers has no impact on her winning.

Not long after Ronan arrived, Canaan left the table after completing one round.

On the way to exchange the chips, Ronan talked about spending the next three days with her.

"Really?" Canaan asked, somewhat incredulous.

“Of course,” Ronan replied.

"Am I the one to arrange the projects?" Canaan asked again.

“That’s right, you decide how to play.” Ronan nodded in affirmation.

Canaan was very excited. "Then I'll take you to a fun place, we'll play a game and then have dinner."

After leaving Guangzhou, they walked for a while, taking about half an hour, before Canaan led Ronan to a village.

Then Ronan learned what she meant by "fun": this was also a gambling place, but instead of gambling, it was cockfighting.

“Games that rely more on luck are much more exciting,” Canaan said.

At this moment, a person who acts as a referee is introducing the names, characteristics, and battle records of the two chickens involved in the fight. During the time he is speaking, the spectators are given time to place their bets.

"Luck? Isn't cockfighting supposed to be about judgment?" Ronan asked curiously.

Canaan chuckled, "Mr. Ronan, who is always wise and has been admired by many in power in the West, has also had his moments of folly. People can team up to fix matches and set up schemes, so why can't chickens? You have no idea whether the chickens on both sides have rigged the game, so winning depends on luck."

"Furthermore, I have no idea how to tell which fighting cock is stronger, so it's purely luck, which makes it very exciting. And sometimes when you know too much information and think about using that information to win, you're probably already on the road to losing. And once you feel that you should have won, you can't accept defeat."

"People who cannot accept failure will gamble even if they don't have any greed at the beginning, and once they start gambling, they are bound to lose."

"This is what they mean by having a chance to win with your eyes closed, but being guaranteed to lose with your eyes open."

Canaan casually placed her bets while telling Ronan about her gambling experiences.

“Ha, Faith said you were naive, but I think you’re quite mature,” Ronan said. “You can casually utter a philosophical statement about life.”

Canaan scoffed, "Tch, what would a religious person like her know?"

Ronan laughed, thinking to himself, "You're a religious person too, just from the long-declining Zoroastrianism."

Before long, the cockfighting began, and the people around were excitedly holding up their betting slips and shouting.

These people are not farmers from the village, judging from their clothes and appearance. But they are not proper city dwellers either. Instead, they drift between the market town and the city, sometimes working as temporary workers in the city, and sometimes as day laborers for landlords in the surrounding area. Most of the time, they are just bachelor vagrants. They have no stable income, but they have some spare money. They can't afford to buy farmland and houses in the countryside, and they can't settle down in the city, so they pin their hopes on gambling to win back their losses.

In addition to participating in such illegal gambling in rural areas, they also sell lottery tickets issued by the committee.

Although Canaan did not die there, his eyes remained fixed on the fighting cocks in the arena.

She is not afraid of losing, but she also doesn't want to lose.

In the end, she still lost and couldn't help but sigh.

Those who lost, like her, looked even more like defeated roosters than the defeated roosters in the arena, devoid of any spirit, because it meant that their work over the past few days had been in vain.

Commerce and agriculture are developing well, but between rural and urban areas, there are people who can neither stay in the countryside nor establish themselves in the city, and can only work as temporary workers on both sides, hoping to turn their lives around in this way while feeling lost.

And such people are not isolated cases, but rather numerous.

The times are always moving forward, but the forward-moving times will always leave some people behind.

Ronan could certainly do something, but it wouldn't be worth it. As for Canaan, she didn't care.

Those who lost didn't care much, after all, the fact that they could still make a living now was a better era than the past.

As the biggest loser in this battle, Canaan enjoys a unique rebate: the rooster that lost will be cooked and eaten by her.

It was nearing noon, and while the other gamblers weren't hungry after all the games had ended, she and Ronan were a little hungry, so they went to the backyard.

The cook quickly prepared a plate of stir-fried chicken, along with a stewed old hen and some other stir-fried dishes.

After finishing the meal, Ronan thought she was about to leave, but Canaan led her into the village and to another place.

A dark-skinned, lean man with a flat nose and a large nose walked over. Upon seeing Canaan and then Ronan, he was both respectful and surprised. "Boss Nan, this gentleman is not...?"

“Yes, it is him,” Canaan replied.

Ronan simply nodded.

Then Ronan found out what Canaan was up to: "White Dove Tickets?"

"You know, I thought this was my own invention." Canaan looked very surprised. She had come up with this gambling method because Ronan had been tinkering with lotteries and learned that people here liked pigeon racing.

The so-called "White Pigeon Ticket" involves selecting one hundred pigeons, each with a tag bearing a character chosen from the Thousand Character Classic. Participants then fill in ten characters in a specific order on a special ticket. Each ticket costs only one qian (a unit of weight) of silver, but winning could mean winning hundreds or even thousands of taels, leading to instant financial freedom.

After the pigeon race ends, the top ten pigeons are arranged in order, and the winning numbers are the words. If they match exactly, it's the first prize. There are also some second prizes. In fact, as long as you guess the first place, you can break even.

Ronan pulled Canaan aside to a secluded spot, his voice suddenly turning stern, "Canaan, how dare you run a private gambling den!"

"There's nothing I can do, we're short of funds. We've received so much in compensation, but they haven't given me a single penny." Canaan laughed and said, not afraid at all. "Besides, the new law hasn't been officially promulgated yet. I want to get a license so that I can be the only one doing this in Guangdong, and no one else is allowed to do it."

Ronan shrugged. "Give it to me."

"What?" Canaan asked, puzzled.

Ronan smiled. "Silver? Three hundred thousand taels for a license plate, that's a discounted price. Others wouldn't even have the connections to get one. If you don't have the money, I can lend you some, with a monthly interest rate of only one percent."

"You're robbing me."

Chapter 970 Reselling Licenses, Actually an Open-Place Business, "Dog Sex"

Robbery?

Ronan sneered and patted Canaan on the shoulder. "You can steal it too. You can find a few people to pool their money to buy the license plate."

"Why would I need to find someone to raise funds?" Canaan felt that she had already lost face by not being able to use her power for personal gain, and to buy a license plate with others would mean splitting the money with them.

“Let me finish,” Ronan said. “You tell the fundraising target that you need 400,000 to buy a license. But in the eyes of some people who really want to run a gambling business, the license is worth 600,000. When you buy the license for 400,000 and then sell it for 600,000, you, as the person who controls the exclusive channel, will take 100,000 and they will split the remaining 100,000 proportionally.”

"If you do this a few more times, you'll have enough money to buy a license plate, right? Of course, you can't do this yourself; you'll have to find someone to do it for you."

Ronan gave Canaan a money-making idea.

"What is your purpose?" Canaan asked.

She knew Ronan well; Ronan's actions were usually not as simple as they appeared.

"The private gambling industry can't be eradicated, but it must be controlled. It's just that those that are a bit large and can afford to buy licenses all have high-level superhumans behind them. The committee doesn't have time to haggle with these troublesome guys right now. So, we'll find a way to release a small amount and complete the transactions privately. Later, when we have time, we'll launch a major crackdown on gambling and clean up the extraordinary private gambling."

Ronan explained the reason.

He didn't want to waste time arguing with the people behind the gambling dens, but he couldn't ignore the gambling industry, so he simply let the scalpers talk to them.

Canaan rubbed his hands behind his back. "Actually, all I want is funding."

Ronan understood that Canaan wasn't particularly fond of money, and the allowance Ronan gave her was more than enough. Back in the kingdom, she had never worried about finances, but since coming to Seris, life had always been tight.

With a sigh, Ronan said, "We'll try our best to get some of the military funds allocated to you, but if you're thinking of using them to research some strange and unusual topics, I advise you not to do that. Speaking of which, setting up a military-aided betting lottery would be quite good; you can limit the amount you bet on, and some people actually win."

“It’s going too far to prevent people from winning the lottery,” Canaan said.

As someone with expertise in mechanics and experience in various gambling games, she had many ways to ensure that no one could win, or at least that the winners would be among her own people, without using any supernatural powers. But in her view, this was outright fraud, even worse than a casino, where while the casino itself was guaranteed to win, there were always a few winners among the gamblers.

"Yes, that's too much." Ronan sighed, but also wanted to laugh, because someone was capable of doing something like that.

The matter of organizing a lottery for pigeons to support the military was thus settled.

The two left the village near the town they had just left and began to wander around. Before long, they arrived at the vicinity of another village. It was January, the winter season, and the off-season for farming. By the end of February, the farmers would be busy again.

However, Ronan couldn't help but laugh when he saw that many farmers had hung a couple of pieces of cured pork and a few sections of sausage outside their homes.

Canaan, on the other hand, didn't feel anything special. The only time she suffered in her life was during her teenage years when she ran away from home to escape an arranged marriage and spent her days on a pirate ship. In the kingdom, when did she not eat meat? She had no idea how luxurious it was for ordinary farmers to eat meat. Being close to the sea, they were lucky to be able to eat some salted fish.

In the evening, after dinner, Ronan and Canaan returned to Foshan and arrived at Canaan's residence.

Each of them had their own room in Ronan's mansion, but also their own property.

The Canaan property is not far from the research center, which was transformed and expanded from an abandoned Taoist temple. It sits atop a small hill in a small courtyard. The houses inside are square and have a bit of an ancient Persian feel. The exteriors are all painted white and very simple, but the interior floors are made of lapis lazuli, the walls are covered with small, painted tiles, and the furniture and furnishings are all valuable items. It can be said to be exceptionally luxurious.

"You embezzled?" Ronan asked, his gaze becoming somewhat serious.

Canaan earns a high salary, but she still can't afford to build such a luxurious house inside.

Canaan was a little puzzled. "Huh? No, I just spent some of the money that the King of India gave me a few years ago."

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief; he would never tolerate his trusted confidant's corruption.