Their family's accumulation is just an uneven distribution of the pie that distorts the system.

To talk about accumulation is nothing more than a moth that invades social wealth.

Many people cannot think through many of these issues.

It's like ten people fishing. If everyone divides the labor and cooperates, the fish they get will be equally divided.

But the situation is a bit complicated.

Others also wanted to catch fish, but they had no choice but to assign two people to stand guard to prevent others from snatching the fish.

If you catch too many fish and can't finish them all, assign someone else to dry the fish.

If you have fish, use it to exchange for food, and then allocate another person to exchange for food.

In this way, there was food and fish, and everyone shared it equally according to the previous distribution, and everyone lived a good life.

The person who was exchanging grain later had an idea in his mind, so he negotiated a deal with the two people who were out on guard.

Let them follow you and listen to you, and you will find a way to give them more.

Hearing that it was good, the two men who were cheating joined him in doing it.

The one who exchanges grain starts to earn the difference.

When others wanted to exchange for food, he would find the two cheaters and beat them up, saying that they did not pay attention to team spirit and had betrayed the team, making them a shameful traitor.

Those who can't be beaten will be labeled as traitors.

Those who caught fish didn't dare anymore, so they could only swallow their breath.

When we got to the back, the man who exchanged food made more money, and gave some small favors to the fish catchers, and then said that we were all brothers and asked everyone to support him. He announced that the fishing place was his, so that he could

It's a matter of course to protect the fishing place.

The fish catcher didn't think straight. He saw that others were giving him benefits and calling him brother, and he was afraid of being beaten, so he just went along with his propaganda.

Seeing that no one objected, the person in charge of exchanging food said that the original distribution system was no longer needed. From now on, if he catches a fish in his fishing place, he will be given half of it.

Some people didn't want to be pushed into the mud by him and beat him for a long time until they almost died.

Others didn't want to follow such rules, so they started making trouble.

Later, the person who exchanged grain said that he should give him a quarter. Everyone should stop making trouble and let outsiders see the joke and unite.

Seeing the concessions in exchange for food and the dissatisfaction with catching fish, but because the team was being used as an excuse, we had no choice but to give in.

In this way, with the commission from each fish and the monopoly of food exchange, the food exchanger soon had big chicken legs and a set of good clothes.

In order to consolidate his position and avoid others' jealousy, the person who exchanged food began to promote himself.

The people who exchange food are the elites of the fishing team. They are responsible for external communication, exchange for food, and watch out for others to rob you.

Therefore, his behavior in managing everyone is very legitimate and worthy of support, and it is normal to enjoy happiness.

If in the past, you couldn't even smell the aroma of big chicken legs, let alone see this good clothes, it was all because of my good leadership that made the fishing team prosperous, and other fishing teams couldn't compare to us.

The fishermen smelled the fragrance of chicken legs and looked at the beautiful clothes. They were also fooled and clapped their hands.

But is this really prosperity?

It's just taking the wealth from other people's hands and concentrating it into my own hands.

The so-called system is to take the cake from this person's hand and put it in that person's hand.

No matter how fancy a system is, no matter how fancy it is, with nonsense words like democracy, freedom, equality, etc., the essence is this, it is about the distribution of cake cutting.

The more it conforms to human nature and maintains a fair system, the more it will survive.

What Guilliman wants to do is to weaken the major families, release the wealth and power they control, return them to the people of the empire, and enhance the people of the empire's sense of belonging.

Then, through special units such as the Tribunal and the Assassin's Court that do not belong to the government agencies of all parties, it is ensured that these powers will no longer be taken away from the lower-level people of the empire by those who are interested.

Various chambers of commerce will be unified together, and those trading families will be directly responsible to him, monopolizing the entire interstellar trade, forming an independent system, and maintaining the empire's finances.

Commerce belongs to commerce, politics belongs to politics, and military things belong to military affairs.

The three systems independently maintain a balance.

He would also strip the Adeptus Mechanicus of its forces and reduce it to an academic institution.

The same goes for the state religion, which weakens the pope's voice and reduces religious fanaticism through popular education.

Through various policies, the centralized dictatorship of the Imperial Regent position is strengthened so that enough troops can be mobilized to fight against Chaos and the aliens, and the enemy can be dealt with at a faster speed.

Such reform actions can be said to be extremely crazy.

If someone else were to preside over such a reform, I'm afraid they would be killed on the spot.

The imperial dignitaries with disordered interest chains, the Mechanicus, who became an ally of the empire with the help of the Olympian Accords, and the state religion, which controls the religious beliefs of the entire empire.

The power of these three forces is absolutely unimaginable by the world.

Even if the high lord dared to move these three mountains, he would probably drown in the toilet the next day.

Penny was shaking a little while sitting in her chair.

She is not a fool.

She knew exactly what kind of turmoil Guilliman's reforms would cause.

"Are you really going to do this?" Penny asked anxiously, "I'm afraid the resistance will be stronger than ever."

"I know, but everything has come to a time when it has to change. Marshal Valanor of the Imperial Army has agreed with my reform ideas." Guilliman said calmly, "More than four-fifths of Terra's troops are now

Forces loyal to me, there are six fleets suspended in the orbit of Mars with enough firepower to obliterate a planet, and more than thirty thousand Primaris Space Marines are ready for battle, so you have nothing to worry about."

Guilliman turned and walked to the balcony, continuing the scene outside the window.

Penny opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

This is no longer the scope of political games.

The Primarch was ready for war.

Six fully armed fleets and 30,000 Primaris Space Marines, this force is enough to wipe out Mars.

The imperial regent's attitude is determined to this extent.

This reform must be promoted even at the cost of war.

The Primarch originally had the military power to crush the forces in the Beta-Garmon system, and later took over all of Beta-Garmon's forces.

Petunia could not imagine how much military power the Primarch had mobilized to the solar system.

The most frightening thing is that the Imperial Fists and Custodes also showed support for him.

This reform is imperative for him.

"It's an honor for me to serve you, sir." Penny bowed respectfully and gave her own answer.

"You have made a very clear decision, Petunia. You will have the opportunity to become a influential figure in the new era of mankind. In the endless years to come, people will remember your contribution." Guilliman said with a smile.

"All glory goes to the Imperial Regent," Petunia said.

"There is no need to say such polite words." Guilliman waved his hand and returned to the table to take out a document. "This is your appointment document. It has been signed by my name and stamped with a biological seal. Congratulations, Prime Minister."

"Aren't you worried that I will refuse?" Petunia saw the document in Guilliman's hand.

"People are different. Some people do it for dreams, just like Tyrion. Some people do it for profit, just like those high lords now. I think people rarely make mistakes, and I firmly believe that you will become

My help."

Guilliman waved his hand and opened a holographic projection panel, "The work tasks are also very heavy now. According to the reactions of my intelligence personnel, many Terran grassroots officials are too arrogant and don't care about my reform orders. They are self-righteous and think that everything is fine."

There has been no change. I need you to solve this matter. I will give you certain military authority to mobilize troops. Take a tougher stance and deal with those who hinder the new era of mankind without mercy."

"Understood, my lord. I will let those guys know that their time for pleasure is over." Penny said.

Orbiting space station on Mars.

The ruling sage - Caul, the Mechanical Sage - Regula, the Steel Star Casting General - Keren, the Mechanical Sage - Sigma, and a dozen mechanical sages from the reformists and conservatives who control the power and resources of the Mechanicus.

The people gather here.

The interior space of the space station is simple and plain.

Its design does not contain any unnecessary decoration or aesthetic elements to please the eyes, perfectly demonstrating the simplicity and simplicity of mechanical teaching.

While many mechanical magi were meeting to discuss, a skitarii armed with a gear scepter guarded the door.

Each of them has been genetically enhanced, is very tall and strong, and has a variety of weapons implanted in their bodies.

Cables with sharp edges and wires of various colors passed through the burqa and were inserted into their bodies through plugs embedded in their bodies.

Ordinary people would not like to stay with them.

These guys tend to emit an unpleasant stench of rotting flesh, engine oil, and acid sweat.

"What you do is illegal. The structure and working mode of every machine should be prescribed by the God of Machinery, so it is sacred, and changing it is an irredeemable sin." A conservative mechanical sage.

The reporter looked at Kaul and others, his mechanical tone revealing anger and accusation.

Guys like Caul and Keren have violated too many sacred precepts about the Mechanicus. They have completely trampled on the sacred scriptures of the Mechanicus.
To be continued...