The hall is surrounded by seventeen high-backed chairs made of pure gold like a parliamentary seat. The seventeen people sitting on them are the largest shareholders of the goblin consortium. These people are the decision-makers of the consortium. Most of them are goblins, and some
Dwarf, they are all covering up at this time
Listening to the roar of the haggard dwarf under the table, a goblin who was holding the handle of the seat finally couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency Mag Meka! I also lost a lot, and the concentrated asphalt I purchased accounted for half of my
Net worth! And..."
But before he finished speaking, he immediately fell down quickly, and then a wrench hit the back of the solid gold chair behind the goblin with a bang, leaving a large crater.
"Grapp! Are you accusing me of poor protection?" The haggard dwarf at the table asked loudly: "Your greed sacrificed the two ace controllers of the Dwarf Technicians Association! And in the end you actually lost those eggs.
!”
"It was so chaotic... I was able to escape because of luck... I will bear all the pension." Grapp touched the hole on the back of the chair distressedly.
Then he muttered.
"The losses to the Artisans Guild are yet to come! We are in urgent need of a place to rebuild, and you actually left the residents of Northeridan City stranded in the wood processing base on the edge of the consortium's territory!" Mag Meka roared: "
Shamir! You used to be the chief technician of the Artificers Association. And you, Murdoc, how much aid did you, a bastard, take from Northerridan to become a shareholder of the Goblin Consortium?"
Just like there are many goblins in high positions in the Gnome Mechanics Association, there are also many dwarf shareholders in the Goblin Consortium. Five of the seventeen most influential shareholders are gnomes.
After the pair of dwarf men and women named by Mag glanced at each other, Shamir spoke first. Her voice was a very typical dwarf female voice, as thin as a child: "Your Excellency, Chief Technician, there are no more placements in Ratchet City."
We have a place, we are trying our best to arrange it! But this
It will take some time. In the territory of the consortium, every place with superior terrain is the private property of the shareholders. You cannot forcefully expropriate the land of a certain shareholder. This requires negotiation and transaction! And the most critical issue is, can you even Nose
Redan’s subway shares are not even willing to be transferred..."
"Shamir is right, we are businessmen, not philanthropists." A hoarse voice came from the tallest solid gold chair in the middle, on which sat a wrinkled old goblin.
He said in a calm tone of surprise: "Your Excellency Mag Mekar, from a personal emotional point of view, I am very willing to help the refugees in Northerridan City, but you cannot let the shareholders spend money in vain."
Seeing that Mike was about to roar again, the old goblin quickly pressed his hands and continued: "I know that the subway in Northerridan is almost intact. As long as the subway entrance in the crater is completely sealed, it can be used as a hidden underground tunnel.
If the traffic line continues to be used, this will
How much benefit is there? Don't think we don't know, Mr. Chief Technician, after most of the Thunderbirds occupy the crater, it almost becomes a restricted area. In the foreseeable future, there is no other way except your subway.
We can get through there safely and quickly.”
"This is not something I can decide personally! We need the Gnomish Mechanics Association to work together..." Mag's angry roar had just begun when he was interrupted by the old goblin's voice.
"No matter who makes the decision, Your Excellency Mag Meka, the goblin consortium only wants 40% of the subway shares." The old goblin said decisively, "After that, you can choose the place for reconstruction in the consortium's territory."
"Forty percent!? Old Fick! The Goblin Consortium didn't even pay a single copper in the construction process of the subway, and now it wants 40% of the shares? Do you know that digging those subways cost Noceri
How much time and money does Dan need?!" When Mag heard this, his tangled hair and beard almost stood up. He stared at the old goblin with red eyes, but the other person was obviously indifferent.
"Yes, it's 40%, which is not too much at all. Chief Technician, you will know after you go back and think about it." The old goblin Fick replied calmly without raising his eyelids.
"Damn old thing! This is impossible!" Mag roared and cursed, then took off two shoes and threw them at Fick, but the old goblin nimbly dodged them.
The dwarf chief technician took a final look at the decision-makers of the consortium on the seats. Everyone caught by Mag's fire-breathing eyes stared at his hands warily, fearing that he would throw something over again, but in the end the haggard
The leader of the Mechanics Association said nothing more. He ground his teeth a few times in extreme anger, and then walked out of the hall barefoot without looking back.
"Well, we can actually let him negotiate the price, Mr. Fick. It won't do us any good to push Mag into a hurry..." Grapp said with a pity when he saw the chief technician leaving. In fact, his psychological
The bottom line is that 20% of the shares belong to the consortium, which is enough for the shareholders. After all,
The goblin consortium does not have to pay much, it only needs to provide an uninhabited place, and since the reconstruction of Northerridan also requires the purchase of a large number of products from Ratchet City, the reconstruction process itself can bring huge income to the consortium.
, it is definitely not a wise decision to force the Trades Workers Association away.
"Don't worry, everyone, I have a sense of discretion. If Mag Meka doesn't resolve this matter, his position as chief technician will not be preserved. And I think that his position is more important than the interests of the Technicians Association. Even if
It's 40%, and he will trade with us sooner or later." The old goblin Fick came to a conclusion with confidence.
The rumble of rocket jets began to be heard from the launch site outside the hall. Driven by high-strength compressed rocket fuel, a whole team of electrochemically powered mechas dragged long tail flames toward the sky, and continuous sonic booms were heard.
Come on, those terrifying machines will soon exceed the speed of sound.
"What Fick said is right. How many elite mechas did Mag bring? The oldest models among them can fight against seventh-level high-level professionals, and their speed can even reach those of ninth-level bloodline knights.
Supersonic speed." A female goblin wearing engineering glasses knocked on the handle of the golden seat and said with approval: "When Northerridan faced a crisis, he still mobilized so many elite troops to protect himself, which shows that
It goes without saying. For his own benefit, he will definitely compromise."
"Grap, how is your factory's research on using magic electric energy cores instead of combustible crystal black ores as fuel for steam boilers?" Old Goblin Fick suddenly asked.
"There is not much progress, Mr. Fick. My factory is only responsible for assembling and producing electrified mechas. As for the core technology of electrified steam boilers, it is still in the hands of the Gnomish Technicians Association." Grapp shrugged and said.
"Next time Mag Meka comes over, he will also add this condition, all technologies related to the magic electric energy core." Fick shook the old skin on his face and said: "If he still doesn't agree, then next time
Come over here and let’s add something more, he won’t make up his mind without putting some pressure on him.”
"What if it drives him crazy?" Grapp said worriedly.
"This is not enough, haha, the entire city of Northerridan has been destroyed. Don't you see that Mag is still quite normal now? A person who can be the chief technician would have gone crazy long ago if his mentality was so fragile."
Fike stood up with a faint smile, "But you must also be prepared. If he really loses his mind and comes to attack Ratchet City, it will not be easy..."
"Mag's position in the Technicians' Association is already in jeopardy. He doesn't dare to take action at this critical moment. Now there are many people who want to replace him." The female dwarf Shamir half-closed her eyes and said flatly in a high-pitched voice: "We can only cooperate with the consortium.
Only through cooperation can his position be stabilized, and I think the new chief technician will realize this soon."
The Baku Goblin Wood Processing Base is located on the edge of the Goblin Consortium, close to the territory of Northeridan City. It is the last stop of the subway, and it is also the place where Northerridan exiles temporarily stay.
Several teams of steam machinery of different models are guarding the subway entrance of the wood processing base, from which scattered refugees run out from time to time, but compared with the chaos of large-scale evacuation a few days ago, things are much better now.
Pooh the Goblin drove a heavy steam crawler tank to patrol back and forth uneasily at the subway entrance. Until now, no one who had evacuated from the No. 9 subway line had been reported. His family was all assigned to that line.
Yes, he couldn't help but be anxious.
"Pooh, the chief technician has gone to Ratchet City to ask for help. Soon we will be able to send troops to investigate the No. 9 subway line." A young female dwarf in the fire control position comforted in a shrill voice.
"I hope so..." Goblin Pooh said weakly with his long green ears drooping. His parents and relatives all worked in the Dwarf Mechanics Association. Pooh had lived in Northerridan City since he was a child and had no knowledge of Ratchet City.
What an impression. The people in charge of the Goblin Consortium are all profit-oriented businessmen. He really doesn't have much confidence in what decisions the consortium will make...
Suddenly the alarm at the subway entrance suddenly sounded. The coded message from the dwarf alarm showed that some unregistered unknown people were quickly approaching the subway entrance, and the person leading the way turned out to be...
"A steam spider tank equipped for the No. 9 subway line!" Goblin Pooh exclaimed. This is the first time since the evacuation that personnel from the No. 9 subway line have appeared!
"Everyone, be careful! Those who drive tanks may not be our people!" The commander's serious voice sounded through the sound transmission equipment. As soon as he finished speaking, all the war machines fired their cannons, and the barrels of different thicknesses were aligned in unison.