It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 245: Try not to lose a penny, at least you will never go bankrupt! (Ye Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards plus update 6)
Chapter 245: Try not to lose a penny, at least you will never go bankrupt! (Ye Meng Bing Ten Thousand Rewards plus update 6)
Who agrees and who opposes?
Seven pairs of eyes looked at the black-robed mage. The necromancer froze on the spot - what, after a long time of tossing, the boomerang hit me?
Before the establishment of the Magic Council, the practice of various schools and even magicians doing research was: take care of yourself, and don’t tell anyone else. Everyone’s research ideas are different, and each school has its own secrets, which you must take care of.
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If you really don't like it, or if your research really hinders me, then come and have a fight, or even start a fight. For example, the magician of the medical branch hates Black Crow Swamp dragging corpses on his territory...
After the establishment of the Magic Council, various schools and organizations finally had a place to sit down and discuss. Even so, the Council also gave enough freedom to the research of magicians.
Let’s take the Necromancy School as an example. Even if it’s a plague branch, as long as the disease doesn’t spread across the kingdom, or it only affects its own territory, the attitude of the Magic Council is – please do as you please.
But this time is different!
The plague seeds created by Gretel were leaked a little bit, and they exploded in two places immediately - the two places were still different. Considering that this project was funded by the plague branch, a group of necromancers were still gearing up, and the review meeting, or
Except for the Necromancer, the seven committee members all had the same attitude:
This must be taken care of!
A little Gretel made such a big noise, and a group of mages from the plague branch were messing around with the things he gave them. Can everyone survive?
There must be a solution!
Well, the first step in the solution is to call Little Gretel and pretend to scare him...
Now it seems that the effect of scaring is very good, maybe a little too good. Gretel wrote a lot of things, and those entries alone seemed like a big project. At the same time, the Holy City of Glory had a huge explosion.
of……
The black-robed mage froze. Who agrees and who opposes? If he agrees, it is like putting a yoke on his head. You can imagine how the mages of the Plague Branch and even his own legend will hit him; but do you want to object?
The Lord of Radiance has been forced to use its ultimate move. This plague is really going to break out in their own territory. The Magic Council doesn't have that many high-level priests. Can it withstand it?
If you dare to raise an objection, I'm afraid Black Crow Swamp, or at least the Plague Branch in Black Crow Swamp, will be dismissed on the spot...
"I want to report to His Excellency the Immortal first." He answered bravely. The Immortal is the legendary mage stationed at the headquarters of the Necromancy School. In theory, the policies regarding the Necromancy School can be decided by him...
"This is a reasonable request. I also want to report today's incident to the Lord of Thunder." Old Sam's dark brown eyes turned slightly and stared straight at the black-robed mage. By the way, he wanted to pry
People in our family! We must file a complaint! We must file a complaint fiercely!
The committee members initially reached an agreement. They observed the situation in the conference room for a while, and when Gretel completed his advancement and was about to end his meditation, they quietly dispersed. Well, with so many people waiting for him, the little guy was going to have his tail raised...
…
When Grete walked out of the conference room, rubbing his growling stomach, he saw a metal golem standing at the door, his eyes sparkling. He turned around and held a piece of paper in front of him:
"Mr. Gretel Nordmark:
1. There is a restaurant on the second floor of Babel Tower. You can enter at any time and eat for free.
2. The guest room on the Carlisle side is still available.
3. It is recommended to complete what you wrote during the day as early as possible. Especially about laboratory management.
4. Tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, we will meet you at the same place on the 120th floor of Babel Tower.
Also, congratulations on becoming a level 3 mage.
Sam Lane"
"What? Are you going to finish writing tonight???"
Gretel howled.
Howling and howling, he continued to cry until late at night. The next day, he crawled to the conference room with dark circles under his eyes. Eight committee members lined up opposite him and smiled at him.
Uh... It's not all that he's smiling. At least the black-robed mage, except for his black robes and black eye circles, even his face is black. When he looked at him, his eyes were so sad that it was hard to express in words, and he was almost mumbling.
I was getting angry...
"Mr. Gretel Nordmark." The great magician who settled accounts with him at the meeting yesterday was the first to greet him. Before Gretel's eyes darkened and he was about to run away, the magician opened an account book.
, said slowly:
"The review committee has carefully considered your opinion. - Frankly speaking, the nature of intentional damage and damage caused by negligence are completely different. The spy invasion caused the plague seeds to leak, and the fault is not entirely yours. But accountability and
Compensation cannot be completely exempted——" He pointed at Gretel to stop him from jumping up to speak:
"So, the review will determine that you bear secondary responsibility. In this leak, the Congress will bear 60% of the losses, your Thunder Horn will bear 30%, and you will personally pay 10%. Do you agree?"
10%... Grete feels much better. After all, in his previous life, he was found to be secondarily liable for a motor vehicle traffic accident, so he had to pay 30% anyway. Moreover, Thunder Horn had to bear 30% of the losses. It felt really special.
Sorry, very sorry...
But when he thought about the laboratory rental fees and the work expenses of the high-level mages, Gretel was no longer in the mood to worry about others. The Thunder Horn family has a big business and can afford it. His own account seems to be 10%.
In terms of money, it’s a lot of money.
"...So how much do I have to pay?"
"3750 contribution points." The great magician smiled with a friendly face and pushed the list forward:
"The change has been wiped out for you. You can look at the list and raise any questions you have."
Gretel didn't even look at it. The rent of the laboratory is not included, and the staff attendance expenses are not yours to decide. If you want to balance the accounts, no, make me bankrupt, you can do it casually, so what do I get?
Reconcile with you?
Accountant?
I am unfamiliar with the place, where can I hire an independent accountant who can compete with the parliament?
He only asked one question:
"Did Thunderhorn approve it?"
A smile flashed in Old Sam's eyes. This kid is quite interesting. He thought, he is very clear about his status and strength. If he can't struggle, he will never struggle. If he can resist or use his strength, he will never give in.
.He nodded slightly:
“Thunderhorn endorses compensation package.”
Anyway, the people who work hard are the disciples and grandsons of that guy Carlisle. They are the disciples of the teacher who make up for the shortage of manpower. The legendary mage uses his own people to work, and there is no such thing as paying. The so-called bearing 30% of the loss is just labor.
The fee for the laboratory rent is left to the right, and Thunderhorn has not paid a penny, and there is no need to even make a payment.
Ah... There are no more people to help carry the thunder, and we are really going bankrupt now. Gretel lowered his head silently, took out the manuscripts he had stayed up late last night from the space bag, and unfolded them one by one like a fan:
"I agree with the review committee's handling opinions. I agree with the compensation plan and amount. - Now, let's talk about the authorization fees for plague prevention and control measures."
"Bacterial Infectious Disease Prevention and Control Plan"!
"Biological Laboratory Management Regulations"!
"Biological Laboratory Architectural Drawings"!
"Public Health Management Regulations"!
"Infectious Disease Reporting System"!
"Infectious Disease Hospital Planning Plan"!
come on!
No knowledge is worthless!
The rules of the Magic Council do not allow any magician or anyone to be forced to hand over their knowledge!
These pieces of knowledge are intertwined. If you want to buy less of one thing, there will be an additional hole in the public health system...
A group of half-old men looked at each other and laughed at the same time. After traveling in such a big circle, all they wanted was nothing more than this: it doesn't matter whether it's money or not, but squeezing out knowledge is what's important.
Of course, it's best to try your best to lower the price, try your best to keep the price down, squeeze this guy's wallet clean, and let him only accept the projects given by the council. Otherwise, if he doesn't catch it one day, he will make a big fuss...
They were smiling, and Gretel was opposite them, smiling confidently. He took out the second page of each document, which was the summary, and sorted it into a pile. He stood up on the spot and showed it to the judges:
"Gentlemen, can I take it that the interrogation is over? If we enter the negotiation stage, should I be given corresponding status?"
Negotiate, negotiate!
Content is important, momentum and posture are equally important!
The upper limit of negotiation is not to lose a penny, and the lower limit of negotiation is never to go bankrupt!
The great magician of the Department of Change laughed. He waved his hand gently and patted it on the long table. The magic light flashed, and the long table covered with red velvet tablecloth immediately widened and deformed, and together with the tablecloth, it became an elegant
oval shape.
Another ray of light fell behind Gretel, and the thin and pitiful little armchair immediately turned into a beautiful high-backed armchair.
Although compared to the gentlemen of the jury, the back of the chair is not carved or inlaid with gold, but generally speaking, the treatment is almost the same.
Gretel was satisfied. He pushed the document forward and folded his hands: Gentlemen, please make an offer.
The committee members exchanged glances with each other. They each lowered their heads and flipped through the summary at a glance. The committee member from the Department of Change was the first to speak:
"100 contribution points per copy. There is no unique magic involved. 100 contribution points is already very high."
"1,000 each." Gretel counter-offered without hesitation. "Each of these documents is supported by an independent knowledge system. Gentlemen, don't tell me that you can't see it."
"1,000 is too much! The phlogiston paper only awarded 1,000 contribution points!"
Uh... comparing a chapter in "Infectious Diseases" with the discovery that laid the foundation of modern chemistry, the weight is indeed quite different. Gretel felt slightly guilty, but his momentum did not give up at all:
“But these documents are much broader!”
"but……"
"but……"
The negotiation quickly turned into meaningless bargaining. The table was slammed, documents were thrown, and everyone was frothing at the mouth. When it came to an offer of 300 per copy and an offer of 700 per copy, the Necromancer asked to read the full text. Gretel also generously handed it over.
After receiving the document, the committee members exchanged readings and made bids again:
"These documents of yours are indeed very detailed and contain many innovations. For the sake of detail, each document is worth 400 contribution points!"
"600!"
"500! No more points!"
"3750! Total price!"
"make a deal!"
Both sides stood up and shook hands. The jury breathed a sigh of relief, and Gretel also breathed a sigh of relief:
Finally no need to pay any more!
Those regulations have also been handed over! Someone has taken care of their implementation for me!
Oh yeah!
He shook hands with the judges one by one. When he reached the last one, the great magician of the protection department flashed his eyes and suddenly asked:
"Little Grete, according to your document, does it mean that laboratories that do not meet the standards and do not have adequate defenses cannot carry out plague research?"
"That's for sure!"
"So," a smile flashed across the eyes of the great magician: "Would you like us to help with protection? You'll get a 20% discount!"
What?
20% off?
No, you want money?
How much does it cost to apply high-level protective magic once? The Magic Council has a public price. For constant protective magic, it seems to be a sky-high price...
Am I still going bankrupt?
Grete did a quick mental calculation. Then, he took out his palm and pointed at the document he had just handed over:
"Let me make a statement. The authorization fee just agreed upon only includes the handover of documents——
That is to say, additional explanations, explanations, teachings, improvements, including inspections of laboratory defense measures, are not included!"