I'm Trying To Go Broke, So Why Do I Keep Getting Richer?!-Chapter 200: First Law of the Leader
Leo opened his mouth to clarify, but then he remembered the sheer volume of paperwork he had just inherited. If he told everyone this was a giant misunderstanding, he’d have to give back the planet, deal with a thousand angry lawyers, and probably face many more problems.
He sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of the pink confetti from earlier. He stared at it for a long moment.
"Trent," Leo said slowly.
"Yes, Supreme Leader?"
"If I’m technically in charge of the whole planet now... does that mean I can pass a law that makes it illegal for my alarm clock to go off before 10:00 AM?" he asked jokingly, trying to change the topic.
The Manager didn’t even hesitate. "I’ll have them draft ’Mandatory Rest Act’ by noon, sir. It will be the first decree of the New Era."
Leo nodded, believing that Trent, his bank’s manager, was simply playing along with his joke. "Good. Being a dictator is surprisingly practical."
Leo leaned back, his boots finding a comfortable resting place on the edge of a console worth more than a small country.
Since Trent was in such a playful, ’yes-man’ mood, Leo decided to see how far he could play before calling these ideas stupid.
"And while we’re at it, Trent," Leo added, a mischievous glint in his eye, "let’s look into the ’Anti-Bad-Vibe’ ordinance. I’m tired of depressing news."
"From now on, every news broadcast should be required to start with at least three minutes of footage featuring fluffy animals. It’s for the collective mental health, you see."
"A Positivity Mandate," Trent muttered, his fingers blurring as he typed a message.
"Excellent, sir. It will drastically reduce the social unrest caused by the... well, the recent total loss of national sovereignty. I’ll have the Media Ministry, formerly the XBC and KNN, restructured by sunset."
Leo chuckled, thinking Trent had a surprisingly dry wit for a banker. "Exactly. And let’s talk about fashion. If Earth is now a branch of Alpha Corp, we need to look the part. Can we pass a law that bans those suits some of the lower-tier Heroes wear? It’s a visual assault."
"From now on, professional business, casual or sleek tactical gear only. Let’s call it the ’Global Aesthetic Standardization Act’."
"Standardizing the visual identity of the planetary workforce," Trent nodded solemnly. "It will certainly streamline our brand recognition across the sector. I’ll send the cease-and-desist orders to the Hero costume designers immediately. Non-compliance will be treated as sabotage."
Leo let out a burst of laughter. Corporate sabotage for wearing hero uniforms? Trent is really committed to the bit, he thought.
"You’re on fire today, Trent. One more. The ’No-Meeting-That-Could-Have-Been-An-Email’ Law. Anyone who calls a physical summit for something that fits in a 280-character message gets a week of mandatory community service. Specifically, cleaning the engine filters of the fleet."
"The Administrative Efficiency Protocol," Trent nodded, his face pale with the sheer amazement of Leo’s ideas for new earthen laws.
They were clearly unexpected, but he did feel like they really were interested and took a new direction.
"Glad you approve," Leo said, stretching his arms behind his head. "It’s good to know that as Supreme Leader, I can just spout whatever nonsense comes to mind and you’ll be right there to laugh with me."
"I would never laugh at your directives," Trent said, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched the deck. "I shall ensure at once to ensure these laws are codified and broadcasted. The world must know the new standard of the Vanderlen Era."
As Trent walked away like a man carrying the Ten Commandments, Leo settled further into his chair, a peaceful smile on his face.
"Man, it’s good to have employees with a sense of humor," Leo remarked to the empty room. "For a second there, I almost thought he was serious."
Meanwhile, Trent was forming proper structure to Leo’s commands before sending them to earth to be implemented.
Little did Leo know, by the time he woke up tomorrow, the world would be a very different place.
....
The ship that initially belonged to just mere businessmen of earth with a lot of clout, had suddenly transformed into the ship of Earth’s leader.
He already had a lot of influence in the space sector. But now, Leo had even more influence since he was a leader of a middle tier planet that was part of the Galactic Union. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
His lawsuit, which was a business lawsuit directed at a bureaucratic organization, had suddenly transformed into a political lawsuit between a participating planet of the Galactic Union, and a bureaucratic organization that managed the financial world across the galaxy.
Behind Leo, there wasn’t just the might of money, but also the political weight and legitimacy that a mere businessman could never have, no matter how much money they earned.
The news about the change in earth’s leadership was a news to be limited within a few space sectors. But the lawsuit incident made this news even bigger.
It soon reached the ears of the Intergalactic Court Of Justice. They were still pondering if they could accept this lawsuit or not. They were waiting to hear from Leo, but they had more or less made up their mind to reject this lawsuit internally.
Unfortunately, things had changed now. At this moment, almost all the justices knew that they couldn’t reject this lawsuit at the doorsteps, or it was going to be dragged into the Galactic Union by the Member Nations.
The Galactic Union already enjoyed a lot of authority, and they had constantly been treading over the Court’s legitimacy. The court couldn’t give them another change to intervene and challenge them.
"We will accept the lawsuit. Sent a notice to the Watchdogs for them to file a reply and address the court in person. Send another message to Reo Vanderlen that we accept his lawsuit!"
The Court issued the directive, and just like that, a date was set for the hearing that was to be broadcast live across the universe.
