Big Capitalist

After Stacy finished speaking, Merlin showed an expression of disbelief, as if he was full of curiosity and amazement about this legendary elven singer.

At this moment, the office door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and Yuna walked in briskly with a stack of documents in her arms.

Her face was filled with excitement as she shouted to Merlin, "Merlin, the number of Arcane Cloud Music members has exceeded 500,000! And the number is still growing!"

Merlin's eyes flickered with delight upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Continue to follow up and keep a close eye on all the data. We can wrap up the Arcane Cloud Music situation for now. Our attention must now be focused on the Oberon Ruins."

Merlin looked up at Yuna and asked, "How's the output of those 'antiques' from the Oberon ruins?"

Yuna frowned slightly and said, "It's still the same, not much has changed."

Then, she raised her hand and pressed the bracelet on her wrist, and a faint silent barrier was instantly released, covering the entire office.

She walked quickly to Merlin, handed him the document in her hand, and continued, "The antiques unearthed from the ruins are mainly blue and white porcelain, Jianzhan, bamboo slips, and calligraphy and paintings. However, the production is not high. Whenever they appear, they are snapped up by the nobles of the major empires and the members of the Aize Federation. But the ones who grab them the most crazily are the beastmen."

"Orcs?" Merlin looked surprised and couldn't help asking, "Why Orcs? Aren't their heads just muscles? How can they appreciate these things?"

Yuna smiled slightly and patiently explained, "This is because the remains of the Oberon civilization are rich in the totemic style of Orcish shamanic rituals. Therefore, the Orcs have always firmly believed that the Oberon civilization is closely connected to them. The Orcs have even established a sect dedicated to studying the Oberon civilization. When it comes to worshipping and fanatically devoting themselves to the Oberon civilization, no other race can compare to the Orcs. Although humans are also keen on collecting items unearthed from the Oberon ruins, most of them simply use them as a display of status and a symbol of face."

This was something Merlin hadn't anticipated. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and then asked Yuna, "How are the mercenaries and the adventure teams exploring the Oberon ruins doing?"

Yuna quickly sorted through the documents in her hands and answered methodically, "It's the same as always. Basically, after a few failed attempts, any team that goes exploring the ruins will be able to obtain one or two antiques from the Oberon Ruins. This is actually the result of deliberate control by Vice Dean Jenny and her team. They ensure that adventurers don't return empty-handed, thus dampening their enthusiasm, while also preventing a large outflow of antiques, which would disrupt the market balance."

Merlin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile. He said, "It doesn't matter if they take more. Those mercenaries will eventually return their earnings to our Merlin Crown Royal Casino anyway."

Indeed, gambling is like a bottomless black hole and is extremely addictive, especially for mercenaries who are used to fighting for wealth on the brink of life and death.

Once they make money, they can't wait to go to the Merlin Crown Casino to spend it, lose themselves in the world of feasting and gambling, and lose all their hard-earned money.

Then, in order to gain wealth again, they had to re-enter the ruins of Oberon and start a new round of adventure and money-making journey, thus forming a fixed cycle that was difficult to break.

Yuna nodded slightly and continued, "Also, the Goblin Insurance Service is making a lot of money. The goblins are getting richer and richer thanks to their share of the profits. President, shouldn't we..."

As she spoke, she made a harvesting gesture, suggesting that Merlin could take action against the goblins' accumulated wealth.

Merlin waved his hand dismissively, saying, "No need. What good does it matter if the goblins make a lot of money? We already have complete control over their very existence. Their leader has immense trust in us. Take Goblint, for example, he practically considers us his gods. As for their entire race's ideology, it's firmly controlled by our meticulously trained, great goblin mentor, Shirley. Furthermore, their food, clothing, housing, and transportation—from the most basic necessities to every other daily need—are completely controlled by the Merlin Chamber of Commerce. Don't forget, those who've lost their goblin penises have lost their most primitive instincts, and all that's left is the pursuit of fame and fortune."

Merlin leaned back in his chair, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Currently, these goblins who have lost their roots are seeking spiritual guidance and a higher quality of life. You should go and see those guys who hold high positions in the goblin community. They all know the teachings of the Church of Light by heart. Even the orthodox priests in the Church of Light don't dare to say that they are more proficient in the teachings of the Church of Light than these goblins. They are already living completely according to our wishes. There is no need to worry about them getting out of control, so there is no need to rush to reap their wealth."

After hearing Merlin's words, Yuna couldn't help but feel sad for the goblin tribe.

The once "free" ethnic group is now firmly controlled by the Merlin Chamber of Commerce, and the reins of their destiny are completely in the hands of others.

However, this sadness is just like a shooting star across the night sky, fleeting.

After all, she herself is one of the participants in this layout and enjoys it.

At this moment, there was a gentle knock on the office door.

Yuna skillfully removed the silent barrier and quickly put the documents on the table containing various confidential information into the space ring. Then she stood behind Merlin gracefully and resumed her usual respectful appearance.

Merlin said calmly, "Come in."

As the door slowly opened, Shirley walked in first with brisk steps, followed closely by a goblin.

This goblin's dress is unique and unforgettable.

It was wearing a famous brand golden suit, the golden fabric shining brightly in the sun, as if announcing its wealth and status to the world.

A pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose added a touch of mystery and coolness.

One hand was leaning on a gold-inlaid gentleman's cane. Every step he took made a crisp sound when the cane touched the ground, as if playing a melody of wealth.

There was a thick gold chain hanging around her neck and a large gold watch on her wrist, which shone brightly under the light, making people's eyes hurt.

There was a cigar in his mouth, and smoke was rising from the corners of his mouth, filling the air with a pungent and expensive smell.

In his other hand, he held a gold-plated communication crystal, which he would occasionally put to his ear, as if he was talking to someone, or as if he was just showing off this luxurious item.

This nouveau riche look may seem a little funny at first glance, but it must be said that he does have a unique kind of coolness and aura that cannot be ignored.