It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 751 Jury Meeting: How much do we still owe Little Grete? (Ten thousand rewards plus five more)
Chapter 751 Jury Meeting: How much do we still owe Little Grete? (Ten thousand rewards plus five more)
"So Little Gretel solved another problem for us?"
The problem of the Mithril Mine was completely resolved, and it was only three days later that it was conveyed through the layers of people and brought to the review table.
The review committee member in charge of the Alchemy Guild in the Department of Change saw Gretel's name on the report and clicked his tongue in surprise.
"He's already level seven!" On the other side of the conference table, Old Sam from the Plasticity department knocked on the table unhappily:
"It's level 7, an intermediate mage! He's no longer a child, no need for Little Grete, Little Grete is screaming!"
Tsk, although he occasionally calls her that in private or when communicating with Gretel alone.
But mid-level mages and legendary disciples should have their own dignity and cannot always be treated like children!
If you yell like this, you will bully the younger ones if you are not careful!
The Lord of Thunder is not here, nor are several of his older disciples. If little Gretel is bullied by the review committee, or his interests are harmed, wait until the senior officials come back, tsk tsk~
"Oh, I'm already a seventh-level mage."
Archmage Grom of Black Crow Marsh sighed with great nostalgia.
"The first time I saw him, he was still a second-level mage. He stood outside the mystery lock in the middle of the night and shouted for help..."
In a blink of an eye, he was already at level seven. The term of their review committee has not yet been completed!
That little, well-behaved little guy who was brought here and threatened by them, could be locked up in a conference room to write articles and get promoted.
Now, he has become the backbone of the parliament, a level 7 magician and a fifth-level arcanist!
"But this has caused a lot of trouble for us."
The review committee of the Conjuration Department has been immersed in calculations and did not participate in the discussion. It was not until the results report was read that they quickly read it and sighed:
"I have just verified how much he should be paid for the fertilizer project. The dwarves have been added, and the contribution points have to be calculated again!"
Help!
The fertilizer needed to resist the summer-less year is a big project. It can even be said that it is a rare big project in the parliament in recent years that mobilizes the power of all factions.
From the legendary mage at the top, to the high-level mage, to the apprentice running errands at the bottom, to the Natural God Cult working together next door... there are countless people among them who are busy filling the stomachs of the whole country.
Everyone's tasks are different and their contributions are different. To evaluate the value of work fairly and impartially, the amount of calculation is huge.
It just so happens that Grete is involved in more than one sub-project!
From providing a way to measure land and locking in the three elements of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium; to verifying the effect of ammonia; and then to tossing out a general route for artificially synthesizing ammonia. He is everywhere, and he is everywhere.
There is not much work to do, but the work you do is very crucial!
In every direction, it saves a lot of manpower, material resources and time for the parliament. According to the evaluation standards of the parliament, the person who provides the ideas gets the big shot, and his contribution ratio is quite high!
The problem is that every time Grete messes up something, the council has to urgently adjust the project contribution package...
For each sub-project, there is a dedicated group of people calculating the contribution value. Every adjustment means that several hours, one day, or two days of their work have been wasted, and they have to roll up their sleeves and start over again.
The magicians who are exclusive to the jury, and whose professions are used to calculate contribution points, now feel dizzy, nauseous, want to vomit, and have several adverse reactions when they hear the name "Gret Nordmark".
"There's no other way, just take it away and let them count again." The conjuration system boss shook his head:
"After all, we have helped the council solve a problem, and it is a big or small problem that will be very troublesome if it is not solved. Is this project included in fertilizer production?"
"That's right." The transformation boss nodded affirmatively:
"It's a factory that produces ammonia, oh no, nitrogen fertilizer. We order the goods from the dwarves. Their craftsmanship is the best and the processing accuracy is the highest. It allows them not to make trouble and work honestly. It is indeed the best in fertilizer production.
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The review committee member of the Conjuration Department made a few comments on the report and threw it down. Immediately, a doll with a round head slid over, its head opened, and it caught the report like a cylinder.
The puppet made a series of sound effects, slid out the door, and disappeared.
The conference room fell into silence again, and each review committee member was engrossed in doing his own work, until another row of alchemy dolls entered and began to distribute reports one by one.
Then, a new report fell from the hands of the alchemy doll to Old Sam. It was a thick stack, and it didn’t look like a report, but more like a book. Old Sam only glanced at the cover and reached out to hold it.
Forehead:
"Little Grete has caused trouble for us again..."
"Hey, who said before that you can't call him Little Gretel?"
Four of the eight judges complained in unison.
Old Sam read the abstract, read the table of contents, and then scanned the contents. He closed the cover and threw it aside. The report spun around and landed directly on the conjuration magician's desk.
"Hey, medical matters are your business."
"Why is it my business again..."
The big man in the spell department muttered and opened the report again. This report basically gave a detailed report of what Gretel did in the mithril mine:
The first part, the research and development process of streptomycin and the bacteria that can be killed;
Part 2, clinical experimental report of streptomycin;
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Part 3: The therapeutic effect of streptomycin on dwarves (with bacterial culture test results, auscultation, chest X-ray and T results);
Part 4: Estimates of the incidence of dwarf pneumonia, tuberculosis and other diseases during the previous trip to the dwarf royal court;
Part Five: Conjecture on the large-scale export of streptomycin to the Dwarf Kingdom...
"A guess, just a guess." The magician in white robe threw the report on the table and complained to the sky:
"What does this little guy think of us? There is no output, no price, no how much it can be sold to the dwarf kingdom, none of it."
Forget it, the next part is the focus of his complaint:
"As for selling medicine to the Dwarf Kingdom, it can influence their policies and make their prohibition on alcohol smoother..."
He was completely concerned about the high-level mage's demeanor, so he didn't roll his eyes on the spot:
"This little guy would rather spend a thousand words talking in circles about this kind of suggestion involving a diplomatic plan than mention a word directly! Is this using us as tools? To put it roughly, we will do the rest of the work!
"
"Then you can't blame him." Archmage Grom took out the report, read it quickly, and defended Gretel with a smile:
"Production needs to be discussed with the Order of the God of Nature; pricing and other matters must also be discussed with them. Diplomatic plans, etc. Although the little guy visited the dwarf kingdom and received a delegation, in fact he is not a professional
of……"
"Come on!" Several committee members nearby complained in unison:
"If you speak for him again, he will not be from Black Crow Swamp!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang...
Skulls, leg bones, ribs, ink bottles, and books began to fly all over the sky again.
Complaints are complaints, and things still have to be done. Besides, Gretel's suggestion was indeed good, so everyone had to break down the task and arrange it part by part.
The matter is not big, but involves many departments, and the level is very high. Everything needs to be discussed, considered, different departments, different schools of thought need to take ownership, cooperate with each other, and argue with each other...
Just for this report, the review committee members spent a long time talking. After the discussion was finally over, the committee member from the protection department glanced at the form and suddenly said:
"By the way, how many contribution points will the council pay to the little guy this time?"
"..."
"..."
There was a moment of silence. The member of the Conjuration Department turned over a page in the record book, mentally calculated the contribution of the report just now, and gave a vague number:
"...1000?"
"Why so few!"
Old Sam and Archmage Grom said in unison. As soon as they finished speaking, they turned to look at each other, glaring at each other like black-eyed chickens. On both sides of the long table, several other judges who had nothing to do with themselves turned their heads silently.
It is a routine scene for Black Crow Swamp and Thunder Horn to fight each other over Little Gretel's identity. Just calm down, calm down~
The member of the Conjuration Department couldn't calm down. The two were fighting each other, but in the end they still had the same aspirations and would come to question him. He took the time to sort out his thoughts and knocked on the table:
"The current estimated contribution value is related to soil measurement and solving the problem of Mithril Zone. As for the problem of ammonia production and the problem of selling new medicine to the Dwarf Kingdom..."
He pulled out two pieces of information and pushed them forward:
"The Order of the God of Nature estimates that without the use of magic to induce growth, the production can be increased by more than 50% by just using fertilizer. If the cost of fertilizer can be reduced, fertilizer alone will be a very profitable business."
However, nitrogen fertilizers need to be produced in large-scale installations and guarded by magicians; phosphate fertilizers need to be transported across the ocean and brought back from the small islands of the Storm Islands; potassium fertilizers need to be mined ores.
Food is of course the top priority, but how to reduce costs as much as possible requires spellcasters to try their best to explore.
"Our current idea is to turn it into a project. If it is profitable, the relevant people will share the profits together. As one of the key providers of technology, Nordmark Master will definitely get an appropriate share."
Of course, how much is the specific share...
This project has not been completed yet, so don’t rush to settle it. Besides, it might be better for everyone, right? Wait until the legendary mage behind it comes back and then slowly discuss the share.
"The same thing applies to the new drug. Anyway, Master Nordmark cannot expand production capacity for the time being, and the Order of the God of Nature cannot spare the time. Expanding production, valuation, and negotiation all take time."
Archmage Grom pulled up his hood and hid himself in the shadows, seeming to accept this statement. However, Old Sam was lost in thought for a while and asked abruptly:
"Then when these projects are put into operation, won't he no longer be short of money?" With this guy's character, if he is not short of money, God knows what he will spend!
"It's okay, he wants a lot." Beside him, the great mage of the transformation department said calmly:
"I remember that he hasn't paid back the money for the tower spirit yet? Even if he has paid it off, now that I have the tower spirit, I want to get another mage tower and slowly save money..."
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3000 words!
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