McDonald instantly contacted the system chat group mentally: [Brothers, don’t talk nonsense, first hang (Junchen Tianya) on the street lamp.]
【Okay!】All the sand sculptures responded in unison.
At the end of winter and spring, it was still cold and windy outside, and [Junchen] was eating hot pot at a loss. He screamed: "Wait, what did I do again? There must be a crime, right?"
[The man who fell in love with pigs]: “I don’t know, I’ll hang up first and then talk about it.”
The dirty god who was still calling [the emperor and his subjects] brothers just now all took ten big steps back, almost sticking to the corner of the room, and nodded in unison: "The dirty god sect takes responsibility for this, and hereby sacrifices one of its leaders."
"Fart! You just betrayed me!" [Jun Chen] struggled while struggling.
The next second, he was desperate.
[Sniper No. 11] said seriously: "The crime of [Junchen Tianya] is [Junchen Tianya]!"
All the idiots suddenly realized that you were right!
Well, just like that, a certain evil god leader hung up the street lamp again.
cough!
Despite this farce, McDonald turned his gaze back to his eyes, then moved his gaze away silently, and continued seriously: "This is a major transaction related to the night elves' foreign trade."
The ups and downs at the end of "Oh" well express the voice owner's personal emotional disappointment, as well as the helpless prudery that follows.
Tyrande changed his position, from the second left leg to the second right leg. Just such a small movement of changing the position of his legs made Mcdonken scream in his heart that he couldn't bear it.
Your sister! The high priest’s offensive is becoming more and more aggressive!
I don't know if it was her intention, Elune's instigation behind it, or both.
Hey, aren't you just trying to figure out the system behind me that can guide stars to fall?
McDonald didn't say anything. Anyway, Elune was willing to smash out the voters, so there was nothing he dared not do.
Now he doesn't mind eating the bait, but he does mind paying the bill. He doesn't want to work for Elune.
After two minutes of fussing, they finally seriously discussed the so-called py transaction.
There have been frequent wars in the past, and the night elves' backward productivity cannot meet the needs of continuous wars. They have imported a large number of weapons and equipment to the Stratholme Federation, such as more than a million mithril arrows. Coupled with the previous daily trade, they are actually in a serious situation.
trade deficit situation.
This problem is serious and cannot be eliminated by just dispatching labor.
The key is that the system does not allow you to send money to the Dark Elf casually. Even if McDonald's doesn't charge the Dark Elf's ocean transportation fees, etc., he still can't handle it.
The market of the night elves' backward primitive society is destined to be overwhelmed by various industrial products that can be mass-produced.
The worst thing is that this demand is still one-sided.
It's a bit like the trade between rabbits and eagle sauce on the earth at this time. The world has been tortured by the epidemic and the production and terminal transportation are not normal. The society is in urgent need of a large number of products. As a result, the rabbits are shipped to the eagle sauce in a standard container.
The shipping cost was more than $30,000.
In order to make money, the ship owner was not even willing to wait three more days to load the produce with eagle sauce.
This is a disguised form of inflation on the Eagle Sauce side.
The Rabbit on the Earth side can care about the life and death of the Eagle Sauce, but McDonald on the Azeroth side can't afford to watch the fragile market of the Night Elves collapse.
Countries with backward economies and technologies originally sell the best agricultural products, but the dark elves don't do much farming.
McDonald's finally found a great product.
"High Priest, are you interested in selling the soil?"
"Yes! It's the most common soil. Of course, the more vitality the better. You know, a large area of soil in the Eastern Kingdom has been contaminated by natural disasters and plagues. It may take hundreds of years to slowly remove it. What will happen to the food rations of the Alliance people during this period?
?Without the ability to restore the fields and too much food pressure, the alliance will not be able to withstand any major war."
"Yes, what next?"
"Our original approach to the soil contaminated by natural disasters and plagues was to use flames to initially purify the soil, and then dump it into the Endless Sea. However, recent research has found that even the vast Endless Sea cannot eliminate the impact of soil contaminated by severe natural disasters. If
As we continue to dump them arbitrarily, not only are fishermen’s catches decreasing, but there may even be undead fish.”
At this time, even Tyrande frowned so much that his eyebrows almost stood up.
Who knows whether the undead plague will spread infinitely in the sea.
McDonald continued: "Our temporary approach is to find a place to store the highly contaminated plague soil, and then slowly purify it bit by bit."
"Where is the heap?" Tyrande asked tentatively.
At this stage, the pollution in Arathi is definitely the most serious. It would have been a good idea to put it there. After all, the highlands are mostly elemental creatures and barren rock areas. Unfortunately, it is the ancestral land of mankind. Even if human countries cannot deal with it, they will not
It will aggravate the pollution there.
What if it becomes a completely polluted area and the undead come back?
"My current thought is Durotar."
Tyrande's eyebrows stretched out: "Not bad."
As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend will never die if he is a poor Taoist.
Anyway, the original site of Orgrimmar has been polluted by Archimonde's Burning Legion, so don't worry about more.
Tyrande understood the general idea.
McDonald wanted to transport the waste soil from the Eastern Kingdom continent, and then transport the fertile soil from Ashenvale or Felwood to improve the soil quality there.
"Of course, there is another reason for so much trouble. The soil at the junction of Azshara and Ashenvale here is a bit special. Our scientists named it rare earth!"
"Um?"
Among rare earths, lanthanum is used in alloy materials and agricultural films; cerium is widely used in automotive glass; neodymium is widely used in aerospace materials... Scandium is often used to make alloys.
McDonald's elite operators searched all over Azeroth and discovered that the Dark Elf had the best rare earth content.
MacDonald briefly talked about the role of rare earths, and Tyrande was very surprised.
For the night elves, the land of Azshara is indispensable. It is purely to maintain the need for voyages with the Alliance, so the Alliance builds a port in Azshara. Unexpectedly, this place has such a treasure.
The key is that McDonald regarded it as night elf territory, and very politely offered a price that Tyrande could not refuse. This price directly matched the international steel price.
"So valuable?"
"Well, I don't have the habit of deceiving allies. This is primary rare earth. If the rare metal is obtained after separation and purification, depending on the type and function, the price is probably ten to dozens of times that of steel."
"I understand." As Tyrande spoke, he suddenly stretched out his jade arm and grabbed McDonald's collar to prevent him from escaping. A jade face slowly came closer, and the smile on his face became more and more charming: "Actually,
, Talking about money hurts feelings..."
McDonald just barely wanted to raise his hands and press down on Mount Hyjal, pushing it out with all his strength.
Although relationships often cost money, he had plenty of money, but what Tyrande wanted was money?
He controlled his excitement very well: "Well, my philosophy is that free is the most expensive. I don't want to spread the word. I use my position as leader to bully the alliance members."
