Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

Chapter 647 Please enter the urn

"Is this the only leader among these people? Can we have someone else come and talk to them?"

"Or we..."

Fast didn't finish his sentence, but the ruthlessness in his eyes was already very clear.

The phenomenon of "puppet emperors" is not uncommon. No matter how things develop, weakness always means being oppressed. If the person in power is disobedient, then just replace him with someone who is obedient.

In a place like this, it wouldn't be too difficult for someone to disappear without a trace.

Sifus, of course, understood his meaning. He immediately pretended to think about it for a moment, and then rejected it, saying, "I'm afraid that won't work."

"This race has long been isolated from the outside world, resulting in a highly unified ideology and a strong sense of national cohesion. Therefore, this is not something that can be solved by changing personnel."

"Moreover, the chief is already considered relatively cultured; the others are probably even less so..."

Sifus spread his hands, a look of indescribable expression on his face.

“What can we do? It’s impossible to reason with a bunch of simple-minded, muscle-bound people…” Fast said, then paused abruptly and glanced quickly at Siforth.

He thought of a particularly chilling place that he had overlooked earlier.

"Didn't the general adopt a Guderian as his godson? His name is... Ganz, right?" Fast asked with a smile.

"I heard that Wei'er's health was also restored here. Logically speaking, after so much time has passed, there should be some feelings involved, and I thought they would give you some face."

Fast inwardly berated himself for being stupid; how could he have forgotten Siforth's connections with the locals? If he was on the side of the Goodells, then what he had said earlier...

Sifus was well aware of the probing in his words and had already prepared his response.

He said with a serious expression, "Things are not that simple. At first, I also used force to coerce them. Later, I also gave them a lot of benefits to barely make the relationship seem less strained."

“My adoption of Gantz is a long-term plan, intended to bring us closer together so that the Empire can benefit from it in the future.”

"If it weren't for all these previous efforts, we wouldn't even have had the chance to sit down and discuss things. But now it seems it hasn't been as effective as I imagined. When it comes to core interests, these people aren't stupid," Siforth said helplessly.

Fast breathed a sigh of relief.

Sifus's argument was logical, well-founded, and completely natural, successfully allaying his concerns. If it had been his father, Odu II, he wouldn't have been so easily fooled. Sifus knew this, which is why he knew when to set a trap.

Seeing that the time was right, Seifert tentatively suggested, "How about... we back down a little?"

"These people have such strong racial consciousness. Asking them to give up their identity, change their names and integrate into another new country would probably be more painful than killing them."

Fast's mind raced: "You mean—?"

“Retain their names, give them a separate place to live, do not separate them, and allow them a certain degree of autonomy under the basic law of the Empire.”

"In the future, this will be a unique ethnic settlement in the empire, where tourism can be developed. As people interact more and more, they will experience the power of the empire and the benefits of its technology, and gradually they will be assimilated by us."

"At that time, no matter what policy or management changes are made, they will not be as resistant as they are now."

Sifus explained everything clearly and logically.

Fast listened attentively and began to think about what he said, then hesitated and said, "The degree of this 'autonomy' is probably hard to measure. It can't be explained in a few words, and giving too much or too little will cause trouble. Freedom easily breeds ambition."

"Yes. But the rope is in our hands; we can loosen it or tighten it as we please. With a little leeway, they can't jump too high. We do this mainly to make it sound good in name and to satisfy their pride."

"The trouble it has caused us has increased many times over."

Legislation is not something that can be done casually; each item must be carefully considered and examined. There are also the subsequent development proposals that Sifus mentioned, which cannot be explained in a single page.

Sifus smiled, looking three parts miserable, four parts tired, and one part helpless: "That money-making project requires initial investment. Before raising sheep, you have to build sheep pens, buy hay and feed... it's all a lot of work."

“We don’t want to kill a chicken and take its eggs. Whether it’s the medicinal value of the Ula grass or the mysterious traditional Chinese medicine techniques, they are worth several planets.”

"It's worthwhile to invest in them."

"Wait, you mean traditional Chinese medicine?" Fast raised his voice.

“Yes, that’s where Vera learned her skills, Your Highness didn’t know?” Sifus asked in confusion.

Fast's heart pounded with excitement.

That's it! It was after returning from Planet Goodell that Selene's life seemed to take off like a rocket, with awards pouring in and various scientific research achievements constantly emerging...

He exclaimed, "How can there be such a genius in the world?!" Ah, so that's how it is!

If that's the case, then the value of these people needs to be reassessed...

In an instant, a thousand thoughts raced through Fast's mind.

"Can you persuade them to hand over this technology? If they are willing to teach our people without reservation, then considering their selflessness, I might try to secure the best possible treatment for them."

"Now that you've taught your daughter, teaching others shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"Well... we can talk about it." Sifus didn't agree immediately; after all, the carrot is only for the donkey to see until it reaches its destination.

"Okay, please try to negotiate again. We will do our best to get it done."

Fast was unaware that he had unknowingly stepped down from his high position.

He was completely absorbed in his wonderful vision of the future. Looking at the seemingly attainable success, he was overjoyed.

If he sends his own people to study, they can be fully utilized by him after they graduate! What a powerful asset that would be! Both in terms of prestige and tangible benefits.

What can his brother possibly use to fight him? Hahahaha!

With a new "mission" in mind, Siforth departed.

The four people in the command room were getting anxious.

They were afraid that Fast might act impulsively and abandon the whole situation. When they asked the chief what their plans were, the chief couldn't explain it either.

Siforth hadn't originally given him that much detail, for fear that he wouldn't remember it if he said too much.

Hearing the door open, all four of them looked up.

Sifus came in, closed the door behind him, and then gave an "OK" sign.

The well-sealed alloy structure perfectly insulated the screams. Several people cheered wildly, celebrating the Goodell's victory at this turning point from death to life.