Chapter 833: Grete: Small coins dropped from the sky again?
"...In short, using a relatively small cost to instigate war on the mainland and gain space for development for our country. This should be our country's overall foreign political, military, and economic policy for a relatively long time."
Gretel finished searching for these things in his stomach and concluded his speech. He was a little nervous at the beginning, but as he said it, he became more and more confident:
That's the good thing about geopolitics. This thing was developed in the past life and has been tested for hundreds of years!
There are so many countries, so many people have changed in power, and the policies of the mainland/world are consistent. What does it mean? It means that it is easy to use!
No matter what happens, something will happen, not to mention that something happened on the opposite side. Sparks are faintly rising from a pile of dry firewood, and a ladle of oil is just around the corner!
If we don't seize such a good opportunity, are we really going to wait for the Glorious Holy See to defeat the Netherlands before attacking again?
"Another point is that the prosperity of the Netherlands is inseparable from their vigorous development of industry and commerce. And vigorously developing industry and commerce is exactly in line with our needs."
Gretel took a deep breath and raised his voice:
"If the Magic Council wants to rise, it must rely on technological advantages to lead industrial development and dump industrial products. A territory with prosperous industry and commerce can help us sell our products everywhere. It is naturally consistent with our position!"
There was a buzz in the conference room, and there was a small discussion, but it was a pity that the teacher did not broadcast it.
In the private chat group of the legendary mages, the avatars light up and darken, darken and light up again. The flashing frequency is like a light bulb with unstable voltage...
Gretel felt dizzy after just two glances.
He didn't know what the legendary mages were talking about, or what agreement they reached, so he had no choice but to bow slightly and return to his seat.
After a while, the broadcast started again, and a legend whom I had never seen before laughed and said:
"Anyway, there is no rush now. We have to endure it for a few more months, until everyone can no longer survive, and then they will rebel. Before that, we can just sell some supplies and verbally agree to support."
The atmosphere suddenly became lively. On the light screen, the legendary mages smiled, nodded, or turned back and whispered to the people in the back row. Another legend asked:
"Then when did you say it would be?"
"The fastest is late summer, the slowest is next spring."
Mrs. Endor of the prophecy department replied hoarsely. The light screen was silent for a moment, and then two ovals flashed eagerly:
"Don't make any more predictions!"
"Madam, take care of yourself!"
One is the legendary Stein of the protection department, and the other...
Gretel glanced away and turned away. It was the legend from the conjuration department who had peach blossom eyes and wanted to take him to a strange place.
Mrs. Endor snorted impatiently:
"You have traveled around in different dimensions so much that you don't even know the farming season anymore? Do you still need prophecy for this?"
The two ovals dimmed instantly. Only Mrs. Endor continued speaking in a hoarse voice. Even if she was short of breath, she did not delay her from spraying:
"After the harvest was lost in the summer, farmers still had some grain reserves. Small proprietors and bosses, as long as they had savings, were not in despair. After the autumn and winter, next spring the grain reserves will be exhausted, and the people will rebel on a large scale. Then
Only then will it be possible.”
Gretel sighed silently.
The poorest farmers are counting their fingers and waiting for summer grain to survive;
For better families, their savings can last until the autumn harvest;
This year's autumn harvest is in ruins. If we persist until next spring...
Alas, people are dying of hunger all over the land, and large tracts of victims are fleeing the famine. It’s a terrible situation to think about.
"However, we need to make it clear in advance how far we will go if we really agree to support." The old lady was out of breath and spoke slowly, but her tone was very firm:
"For example, the most fundamental point is whether to send legendary mages into the battlefield."
"want."
"want."
"want."
On the light screen, oval-shaped light spots lit up densely.
Gretel was horrified. Because of the calm and determined attitude of these legendary mages, and also because of the teacher’s decisive “yes”. Teacher, do you want to go too?!
You just took a trip to the New World last year!
Senior brother and sister, I went with you and got injured!
Why, if there is a war, do you have to be at the front?
His heart tightened. Next to him, Archmage Baierbo had already shouted out in a hurry:
"teacher!"
"I am from the plastic energy department." In front of him, the Lord of Thunder waved his hand without looking back:
"If I don't stand up, will I let those from the control system and prophecy system rush to the front?"
...No, teacher, when you said this, was the live broadcast of the Legend Chat Room turned off?
Gretel's heart was boiling hot. He almost wanted to blurt out "I'll go too", but he was a little timid and thought about his skill set. He could fight, carry, and run. None of the three major requirements were met.
A therapist with a thin skin and short legs like him should just stay at the back...
The senior brother and senior sister were still arguing, pestering, and begging the teacher in low voices, including saying things like, "Teacher, let us go for you," and "Teacher, the two of us can always stand up to you."
Gretel was wandering in his thoughts, thinking about what he could do in this war, or in other words, what else he could do besides curing the earl's son.
As I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard something:
"...It is recommended to provide large quantities of penicillin and other drugs to the Netherlands to replace some of the therapeutic drugs."
Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh!
Grete suddenly came to his senses.
He pricked up his ears and listened for a few words. It turned out that the live broadcast was another discussion in the conference room, about what supplies should be provided to the Netherlands and how much should be provided.
As for the treatment drugs, given that the parliament’s production capacity is insufficient and it needs to be ordered from the three major religious orders, the review committee believes that it is recommended to replace part of it with penicillin...
Gretel listened silently, calculating quickly in his mind. A single dose of penicillin, the price quoted to the parliament when it was first developed, was a contribution point;
After deducting the production costs for the Nature God Order, the purification costs for Master Norwood, and the net income from the Mage Tower, the net income is about half a contribution point.
It has been three or four years now, and it seems that we have negotiated a price reduction before...
"Gretel!...Grete?!"
"Ah? Teacher!"
Gretel immediately stood up and walked quickly behind the teacher. The Lord of Thunder nodded his chin forward:
"Looking for you."
"Mr. Nordmark, the review committee believes that a batch of penicillin should be purchased to replace some of the therapeutic drugs." The voice of a certain review member came from the other side of the light screen:
"The review committee would like to ask you whether we can give you a discount for bulk purchases?"
That must be possible!
Discounts can already be given on arms purchases and bulk transactions!
Anyway, no matter what, to me, it’s just pennies falling from the sky...
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I also want small amounts of money to fall from the sky t_t
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The whole community is silent...
Meituan, Ele.me, Hema, and RT-Mart are all unable to deliver goods.
You can't even buy anything from the small vegetable shop opposite my house.
I don’t know how long the silence will last. I looked at the notices from other streets and it’s 7 days. Our street didn’t even notice.
The vegetables at home can only be eaten for three days
Crazy panicking
I didn’t expect that one day, in 2022, I would be able to feel the fear of famine while sitting at home in Shanghai, my wallet still not empty after all.
Sad hugging myself.jpg
ps: I just saw the announcement that our district will be silent for three days...