Faced with Schroeder's various cynicism, Qingyi just endured it silently, and even managed to squeeze out a smile.

Schroeder spoke eloquently again: "Next let's talk about how to monetize these military products. Because every citizen in your empire is poor and domestic demand is insufficient, armaments cannot be digested internally. You have only a few ways to do it.

Choice: First, interrupt the transaction with Big Bow Wo, arm all the people and send them to the battlefield; second, continue the transaction with Big Bow Wo, and would rather suffer a big loss than win that one.

A little bit of cash flow; third, recast all the armaments, use new technology to make armaments, reoccupy the market, and gain profits."

"Take the first path, and the undead creatures will militate all the people, and all industries except the military industry will come to a standstill. The Twilight Empire's income will become completely dependent on war, and you will be a complete militarist. This is Big Bow Wo

The path I most want you to take is that as long as you dare to launch a war against other sovereign countries, all countries claiming the name of justice will come together and give you a heavy blow. If you win, it’s easy to say, but if you lose, you will really

Unable to recover."

"By taking the second path, you are bowing your head to Big Bow and admitting defeat, and it is a kind of surrender that makes you feel so shameful that you want to dissolve yourself. If you choose this path, you must be courteous to all countries and expect them to be merciful.

He gave away some gold coins. The majestic Dusk Empire is no different from a beggar. How embarrassing would it be to spread the word? Hahaha!"

"Take the third path? Then I will sincerely admire you for overestimating your capabilities. "Broken silver" is a treasure that can only be made by generations of craftsmen in Orquila. You, a mere upstart country, can make something beyond

Is it something? Time waits for no one. When you develop a new process and start production, it is too late!" Schroeder couldn't help but praise: "Big Bower is indeed full of talents.

, consider all your retreat options dead."

Qingyi smiled and said: "But they can't calculate "you are my ally", so I still have a chance. As a dragon businessman, you are as rich as the enemy, and it is easy to save the market with a large amount of money."

"I've already said that wearing a high hat is of no use to me. Your empty words are nothing compared to a visible and tangible gold coin. The funds I give you are limited, only fifteen million gold coins."

Qingyi was startled and was about to speak when Schroeder said again: "Don't call me stingy, aren't you going to fight in a few days? The blood elves are famously rich, and this big deal alone will be enough for you to take a break.

You are relieved. Fighting is indeed the best for you undead creatures, and being a mercenary is perfect. You only need to fight against the elves, and it will not affect the interests of other countries at all, and you can exchange human lives for gold coins, so why not?"

(Xue Duo muttered: "It can also allow you to take advantage of the opportunity to make a lot of war fortune, right?")

"Let me tell you the truth, you are not qualified to play economics at all! My dear Majesty, you should go all out to develop the armed forces and let the army under your command grow in the smoke of gunpowder! Leave the next foreign trade disputes to me, as long as you don't give

I can just cause trouble." Schroeder waved his hand and left.

Xue Duo stretched out his hand from the shadow and pulled Qingyi's trouser leg: "Host, he is so arrogant, are you not angry at all?"

"There's nothing to be angry about." Qingyi said, without a hint of resentment.

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Bigbowo, the capital.

The king was sitting behind the desk, his young face illuminated by the lights, looking a little solemn. He sat back on the chair, looking at the documents casually, thinking endlessly.

Who would have thought in the past that a small Necronomical Empire could become one of the sovereign states on the continent and enjoy equal treatment with other countries? It is the same now. Who would have thought that a sovereign state would be in ruins just because of the failure of one or two policies?

Bankruptcy within three months? Things are so unpredictable that people are at a loss as to what to do.

As the most noble person on the continent, he seems to be excluded from the world. No matter what the situation is, his status and rights cannot be shaken, so he is the last person who should say such words as "the world is fickle."

It stands to reason that when a person reaches his level, he doesn't need to worry about anything at all, but he is still inexplicably worried.

What worries him is that it goes too smoothly, and it shouldn't go so smoothly. Can dangerous people like June Sunshine fall into the trap so easily? Can they be defeated so easily? But the facts are before us. The Twilight Empire has drastically reduced its expenses.

Government procurement projects have been suspended indefinitely. Various data indicate that June Sunshine has lost.

"Am I worrying too much again?"

The king threw away the document and laughed at himself. He turned his head, took the mirror and looked at his face, and suddenly his eyes became cold and stern. He raised his hand, gently grabbed an almost invisible white hair, and then pulled it out hard. He looked at it.

After looking in the mirror again and again, a hint of human aura emerged.

"Haha, let me just say, I'm still very young."

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"Waiting City", Joint Scientific Research Center, underground conference room.

"Now that the formula of "Shattered Silver" has been leaked, it not only caused us a huge loss in trade, but also made our armaments have no advantage. In other words, we wasted a lot of resources but gained nothing."

Even in such a big crisis, Brian's tone remained calm and peaceful, making the listeners slowly put away their fears. He looked around the audience and said: "Currently, the armament technology on the mainland has reached its peak. If we want to make breakthroughs,

It is already a matter of the next round of industrial revolution. Let the past go, we must focus on the war in front of us. Can the improved large machines of Fermat and Diesel be used in this war?

?”

Diesel and Fermat exchanged glances and said, "No."

"Why not?"

"You are asking knowingly. Our production process is fully mature, and there are no problems with the hardware, but we lack the soul fire of advanced undead creatures. If you agree to directly select the Cloud Cavalry as materials from the army, instead of just relying on capturing dead

If the spirit sea gives birth to monsters, then our progress will be much faster." At this point, Diesel couldn't help but say one more thing: "With all due respect, those combat professionals are already prepared to die in battle, so let them

Wouldn’t it be better to live in the body of a large machine?”

"I still disagree with the two of you. Undead creatures should have human rights and not be used as tools."

After hearing what Brian said, everyone present laughed: "Human rights? Who would recognize the human rights of those things?" "That's how we undead creatures are. It's natural for the weak to obey the strong."

Brian did not laugh. He kept facing the laughter calmly until the laughter stopped, and then said: "Human rights are not given by God, but what we strive for ourselves. Undead creatures are not distinguished by high or low, high or low, they are all

Worthy of respect. Wouldn’t it be shameful and sad to wantonly trample on other people’s souls just because we have a higher status? Today we have sacrificed some people’s rights, and tomorrow someone will sacrifice our rights. Respect others, don’t

People will respect you."

When the audience was silent, Brian said calmly and calmly: "If there are difficulties, find ways to overcome them and improve the efficiency of capturing monsters, instead of always taking shortcuts. If everything depends on the military instead of relying on our innovation

spirit, then there is no need for the existence of the Joint Scientific Research Center. This short meeting is here, everyone, continue to work hard."

Looking at the backbone members filing away, Brian said to himself:

"Your Majesty, although you have follow-up plans for this trade war, it is never a good thing to go your own way. Your small mistakes will be infinitely magnified by your power. One day, I will make every citizen of this country

Everyone has the right to freedom of speech and freedom of action. A country based on democratic will rather than monarchy is the best country."

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Bigbowo, seaport city.

A guard captain responsible for maintaining order in the harbor walked into the Sheriff's Office. He just saluted his boss, but found that there was another person in the office. He looked carefully and couldn't help being solemn, but also saluted this person: "Good morning, Mr. Treasure Bag.

"

Baobao, who was sitting on the guest sofa, was playing with many small parts without raising his head: "I'm just borrowing a place to sit, just pretend I don't exist." Different from usual, his face was radiant and his eyes were dead.

Staring at his hands, breathing every two seconds, every two seconds. In the past, in public places, he always didn't know where to place his hands, but now these hands are performing the most beautiful performance art, giving people a great feeling.

It’s a visual enjoyment. The mechanical parts come and go in his hands like blisters, which shows how amazing the speed of assembly and disassembly is, and how flexible these hands are!

The movements are more delicate and complex than a knitting machine, and more graceful than the shadow of a hand. Are these really men's hands?

The captain of the guard was almost fascinated by what he saw, but he quickly reacted and said to his superior: "The ban on sailing has been implemented, but there are still a few ships that want to go to sea. They sent some sailors to argue with us, and others secretly boarded the ship.

, I want to weigh anchor and set sail! I'm afraid that this may cause violent conflicts, but there are not enough manpower at the port, so I came back to ask for instructions!"

"Come and suppress the port." The one who spoke was Baobao. He was playing with the gadgets on the table with one hand and holding a magic tool for communication in the other hand. It seemed that he was calling others remotely. After he finished speaking, he was full of energy.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly to his work. This time, golden light and sparks flashed out from his fingers, as if there was a miniature fireworks show between his hands.

"He has probably notified the army. No matter what, no ships are allowed to go to sea, and all those who resist will be detained," the sheriff said.

"Sir, may I ask a question?"

"Just ask."

"Why was the ban on sailing suddenly implemented?"

"Because I owe someone a favor, and I won't feel well if I don't repay it." Baobaobao interrupted abruptly. He raised his head and glanced at the guard captain, and a cold light flashed through his usually dull eyes.
Chapter completed!