133: Chapter 133 The History of the Fisher Family! News Brought by Lillian!

Gino City, West District, Silver Leaf Manor.

This is the manor of the Fisher Family.

The main building's architectural style blends the ruggedness of the North with the brightness of the South, with smooth lines and excellent natural lighting.

The Fisher Family is not an ancient noble family with hereditary titles, but a typical emerging commercial family.

Over a hundred years ago, Old Fischer graduated from the North's Lanfeng University, luckily condensed a Wind-attribute life seed to become an Official Knight, and started his career as a mercenary.

Later, relying on a shrewd mind, he began trading, gradually gaining a foothold in Gino County's mining, timber, and inter-county trade, accumulating considerable wealth.

By the time it reached the current family head, Corleon Fischer, the family's businesses spanned multiple fields including chambers of commerce, transportation, and small workshops.

To elevate the family's status, Corleon spared no expense, donating to the imperial war bonds, and finally, on the eve of the Battle of Twilight Canyon, obtained a lifetime baron title conferred by the Empire, a non-hereditary title, barely squeezing into the noble class.

On the lintel of Silver Leaf Manor, the brand-new coat of arms of the Fisher Family Baron was finally able to be hung.

However, a lifetime title cannot be inherited, which means that if the next generation cannot continue to earn merit or find a new backer, the Fisher Family is very likely to fall back into the ranks of commoners after Corleon's generation.

Therefore, seeking a more stable political backer became the most urgent matter for the Fisher Family.

At this moment, inside the brightly lit study of Silver Leaf Manor, the atmosphere was completely different from the usual calculations, filled with an irrepressible excitement and disbelief.

In the study on a winter night, the fireplace fire was roaring.

The family head, Corleon Fischer, a man in his fifties, slightly chubby but showing signs of aging, was pacing back and forth on the thick Persian carpet with his hands behind his back.

His son, Jeremy Fisher, sat in a high-backed chair by the desk.

Jeremy was about thirty, thin, his face somewhat similar to Lady Lillian's, but with sharper, colder lines, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

At this moment, he was looking straight at his younger sister sitting on the sofa opposite, Lady Lillian.

Lady Lillian had already laid out everything that happened at Golden Flame Castle in as concise a manner as possible.

The study fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, Corleon suddenly stopped and turned to stare at Lady Lillian, his voice slightly distorted by extreme shock and excitement:

"You... are you saying it's all true?"

"The new City Lord... Count Flynn, he really... promised to let Lord Jeremy take the position?"

"It is absolutely true!" Lady Lillian took a deep breath and continued: "Father, this is something The Count promised personally!"

"The Count seems to have no interest in trivial government affairs; all his attention is focused on the beauty pageant he wants to hold, which he intends to be unprecedented!"

"For this reason, he even feels that a budget of eight hundred thousand gold coins is not enough!"

"As long as we, the Fisher Family, can prove that we have the ability to help him get more money and make this event spectacular, with influence spreading across the North and even further..."

"Then, the position of the head of the Finance Department is merely a reward he can bestow at will!"

Jeremy Fisher heard this, finally put down the teacup in his hand, and the eyes behind his lenses narrowed, flashing with a trace of eager ambition:

"The account issue... that old fox Garrett, his seat is indeed not clean."

"The previous Count Farrell seemed to have his mind elsewhere, so the losses of City Hall have fluctuated in these few years, and I have also grasped some things in my hands."

"If The Count is determined to move against him, using the excuse of auditing accounts and rectifying finance, it is indeed operable. It's just..."

He looked at Lady Lillian, his tone carrying a trace of doubt:

"Sister, this new City Lord acts... too unexpectedly. Spending a million in huge funds just for a beauty pageant?"

"If this gets out, it will become a huge laughingstock, and it will also ruin his reputation in noble circles."

"Is he... really not concerned?"

Lady Lillian shook her head, her tone firm: "I can tell, he really doesn't care."

"All he cares about is that grand event, and the things he can get from it..."

"Maids, female officials... or rather, the talent he needs according to some standard."

"Moreover, the details of The Senate's voting resolution are gradually spreading. He has the Church behind him, and the Latour Family of the Imperial Capital. Perhaps... he really has the confidence not to care?"

Corleon slapped his thigh heavily, his eyes shining: "Good! Good! Good!"

"Regardless of whether this Earl is truly absurd or has other intentions, for our Fisher Family, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"Lord Jeremy, the head of the Finance Department! That is a position of real power, with rich pickings and extensive connections!"

"Once we sit firmly, our family will have truly taken root in Gino City!"

"Never mind a lifetime baron title, even striving for a hereditary knight title is very hopeful!"

He walked excitedly to Lady Lillian, his voice sincere: "Lady Lillian, my good daughter! You have made a great contribution this time! The family will not forget your efforts!"

"As long as we can get on the line with The Count, no matter what beauty pageant he wants to hold, our Fisher Family will do our best to make it beautiful for him!"

"As for the money, don't worry. With our connections in the chamber of commerce, plus the mortgage of Gino City's finances, we can support a pot of 1.2 million gold coins!"

Lord Jeremy also stood up, a look of determination on his face: "Since that's the case, there's no time to lose."

"Lady Lillian, The Count said to let me go to the City Lord's office tomorrow?"

"Yes, brother. The Count said it personally, letting you go to see him tomorrow; he will arrange it himself."

Lady Lillian nodded.

"Good!" Lord Jeremy's eyes flashed:

"Then let us discuss immediately how to respond and how to behave when we see The Count tomorrow."

"How much of Garrett's dirt should be thrown out, and how to show our ability without making The Count think our methods are too ruthless..."

"And the preliminary plan for the beauty pageant must be drawn up overnight to make The Count's eyes light up!"

"Father, please immediately summon the most capable managers and accountants from the chamber of commerce, as well as the trusted strategists in the family, and call them all to the study!"

"We must set a strategy overnight!"

"Yes! Yes! I'll go arrange it right away!" Corleon replied repeatedly, as if he had become ten years younger, turning to call people.

Lady Lillian watched the fighting spirit and ambition of her father and brother being ignited instantly, and a huge stone in her heart fell to the ground, a feeling of intense fatigue and excitement intertwined surging up in her heart.

The study of Silver Leaf Manor, the lights did not go out all night.