21,

Perfect.

Mr. Cyclone thought so.

This should meet Sonja's requirements. Just as he was about to get up and see Sonja's expression, a voice came from the side.

"Wait!"

To the right of Mr. Cyclone, a young man stood up. He was slightly taller than Mr. Cyclone, with silver-framed glasses and a knowledgeable presence.

The man pushed his glasses and asked Mr. Cyclone.

"Are you underling? Meaning you are His Majesty's person?"

"Of course~" Mr. Cyclone answered casually.

"I refuse!!!"

Then, a fat man stood up from the left. He placed his right hand on his heart and bowed slightly.

"Minister Stanley, why do you refuse?"

Mr. Cyclone did not respond, just listened quietly while the king defended himself.

As an outsider stepping into the throne room for the first time, Mr. Cyclone didn't know many things.

But one thing was clear, he was invited by the king.

In that case, there was only one thing Mr. Cyclone needed to do.

That was to stand by the king's side as much as possible, in order to avoid facing problems alone.

This social skill was like a newcomer entering a casino. Nine out of ten people didn't understand it. In a gambling game, besides the gamblers who wanted to win money, even the host wanted to make money.

It was a business, and the host's gambling game was for the amusement of the gamblers and for his own livelihood.

Understanding this, Mr. Cyclone often managed to win money from the gambling game. Not to compete with the host, but to take a portion from the host's hands.

In a gambling game, the host would secretly control the game without anyone knowing. Because the host also wanted to win money, it was the most natural thought.

But in this situation, how could Mr. Cyclone, as a gambler, win money from a controlled game?

The answer was very simple - mutual utilization.

Mr. Cyclone secretly influenced the decisions of others, causing them to fall into the host's trap.

Whether it was big or small, after others had stepped into the host's trap, he himself would move towards victory. Just like what he did with John in the mansion, on one hand he let John win, on the other hand he measured the direction of the game.

And now, in this throne room, all the ministers were just gamblers, and the king was the host.

In order to survive in this big gambling game, Mr. Cyclone first observed the situation.

First, the king wanted to reorganize his royal city, which had already been implemented before Mr. Cyclone woke up.

If we analyze it this way, most of the people here can be considered the king's men.

The era of the Grand Chancellor had already ended, and only those approved by the king remained.

In fact, Mr. Cyclone's thinking was not wrong.

To the left of Mr. Cyclone was the Minister of Finance - Stanley Fuyin, who even under the intimidation of the Grand Chancellor, still tried his best to improve the country's and the people's assets. Despite his chubby appearance, he was actually a very frugal and good person.

And to the right of Mr. Cyclone was the Minister of Military Affairs - Daniel Zaibo, a young strategist who the king had encountered during one of his trips.

Stanley pointed at Mr. Cyclone and said.

"Your Majesty, with this person's actions, the average wealth of the people has changed. This not only does not help the people, but will instead cause overall prices to rise, thus fundamentally not changing the situation of Arlen City."

"Hell?! Is it not good if everyone has money?"

After Mr. Cyclone retorted, he immediately knew he had said the wrong thing.

The king did not defend Mr. Cyclone, indicating that Stanley's words were more meaningful than Mr. Cyclone's.

"On the contrary, I think Mr. Cyclone's heroic actions are bringing about revolutionary changes for Arlen." Daniel spoke up for Mr. Cyclone this time."Daniel! What's so great about this?" Stanley said defiantly.

Just then, Mr. Cyclone caught sight of it - nothing more than a gentle smile from the king.