Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The quill he just bought was not flowing smoothly. Edward went to the half-open window and swung it out, only to hear a gasp.

He looked down and saw a person hanging under the window sill, a person who should now appear in the royal private hunting ground of Sauron's family. Her shoulder-length short hair was tied up in a sloppy way. Today she was wearing a brown and white hunting suit, white straight pants and light gray leather boots, which made her figure look a little more heroic, and she was more muscular and neat than before.

"I was discovered by you." The wall-climbing girl smiled sweetly and gave her a wink. The window sill was ten meters above the ground. Adela stepped on a protruding hanging flower stand with one foot, and one foot drooped naturally. It seemed that she was not exerting much effort, and could even be said to be calm and calm, "Then give me a hand!" "

Edward closed the window and locked it from the inside.

People outside the window were shouting, but the devil pretended that he didn't hear it. He came to the bookshelf that occupied an entire wall and said to a dark gray-haired puppet in the corner: "Have you finished writing the essay?"

The doll sat neatly at the small table next to the bookshelf, with an upright posture and motionless. There were only two lines written on the test paper in front of him.

Edward looked at it twice, showing no objection or affirmation, and asked him straightforwardly: "Do you want to deal with it this way?"

"Then you are not suitable to open a factory, or even be a plantation owner. If you work as a government employee safely, you will not be promoted because of your high conscience. Stop thinking about doing business."

"I, know, this is wrong. No, this is, right, but, I can't make money." The newly minted saint Richard Ernst, who has been a demigod "puppet" for more than a month, seems to have a throat. He answered in a stagnant manner, groping for the right way to act, "But this is good for the workers, and the company's credibility can also be guaranteed, but it will be a bit of a loss..."

Edward was noncommittal: "The waterway to the Southern Continent has just been opened, and the profit brought by a successful voyage is indeed more than ten times. But if there are no powerful Beyonders to escort the voyage, at least half of the people on the voyage will pay their lives, and the ship damage rate will also be As high as one-third. In this case, it is better to prioritize the interests of the company and then divide the salary proportionally between the sailors and the fleet according to the profits.”

"You directly set the minimum wage and high pensions, which will make desperate sailors actively seek death. Not only that, but you also pay wages before the voyage begins. This will leave you without the ability to withstand risks. As long as there is a full If the team is wiped out, then your company will collapse, and you will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish if you cannot pay wages and pensions.”

"..." Richard thought for a moment, "I can swim."

Edward glanced at him: "I hope you will always have this optimistic attitude towards the rest of your life."

"If you don't want to write, don't write. Let's talk about your ideas and move on to the next question."

"Well...A has ten times the work efficiency, but B only has one time. Then, I think we can give B the machine that can improve efficiency. In this way, the efficiency can be equal and become a double ,win."

"You will really go bankrupt." Edward said, "If you give it to B, it will only change from 1 to 10, but if you give it to A, it will change from 10 to 100. This is a quantitative change leading to a qualitative change. I don't think this simple mathematics can You need me to teach you.”

"But, in the question, you said something happened to B's family and they need money urgently." Richard frowned, "Isn't this your hint?"

"What does it have to do with you if something happens to your employee's family?"

A voice joined in naturally: "That's right, it's not like we didn't give him money, of course we chose to give the machine to A. Even if B doesn't want salary, you can only get 10 copies, but if you give it to A, even if it's 50/50 , you can also directly harvest 50 shares. This is a huge profit. As long as B works hard and improves his efficiency, he will naturally make enough money."

Edward paused.

The devil and the puppet looked at the roof together. After opening the window to no avail, the tenacious hunter lady climbed in through the vent without hesitation. She was sitting at the top of the long bookshelf ladder, holding her chin and looking down. The distance of five or six meters was enough for The Sequence 7 hunter could clearly see the content on the test paper.

"Miss Adela Solon." Richard greeted her, but he didn't agree with her answer. "As a factory owner, shouldn't I think about the workers? I should help them. "

Adela smiled harmlessly, jumped down from the ladder, and landed just between Richard and Edward. She answered naturally and confidently: "Only after paying taxes, the king is obligated to us. You open a factory, Pay wages to workers, why are you obligated to them? If you want to make money the fastest, you should buy some slaves. You don’t even need to pay wages, and they are cheap and can be bought everywhere.”

Richard took a deep breath and answered seriously: "If I were asked to buy (he said these two words with difficulty) slaves... I would not pay them wages."

"Yes, that leaves a lot of money."

"But... I will calculate the value they generate for me, and if they make enough money, I will set them free."

Adela thought for a while and clapped her hands: "Well, this plan can indeed stimulate the slaves' work enthusiasm, and your factory will definitely develop in a short period of time." Then she thought for a moment and said naturally Go on, "Are you worried about fulfilling the agreed things? Indeed, if they regain their freedom, they will leave the factory or need to pay wages, and the initial advantage will be gone. But it is also very simple, just let them work hard and increase the redemption price , just let them die of exhaustion before they make enough money.”

"Mr. Gustav has vigorously developed steam technology. Now there are new factories and plantations everywhere. The unemployment rate in Intis has suddenly dropped. Compared with workers who will run away due to poor treatment, it is better to buy The slaves will work steadily! This will not only generate huge value, but also replace them quickly! What a good idea, Richard, you are very smart!"

Richard's face lost color little by little.

"Teacher." He looked at Edward, who was silently listening to their discussion, as if asking for help, and said with his last strength, "Is this right?"

"I'm not judging. This is just an essay question. When you answer it, you will have the answer in your mind."

Edward, uncharacteristically, did not chase Adela away. This answer made Richard feel a little better, and he said, "Next question."

184

After the Tarot session, Klein left the gray fog, picked up the pen that was full of ink, and considered the words to write a letter to Maria.

"Dear Miss Maria... I am deeply moved by your trust in me and your love for the people in the East District... I have thought about it carefully and I have the ability to accept this commission, but I don't know to what extent... …I will try my best to fulfill your request…”

Just as Klein was thinking seriously, an illusory layer of prayers suddenly came to his ears.

Male voice? Mr. "The Hanged Man" or Little "The Sun"? Klein looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, stood up and entered the bathroom next door, locked the door, walked four steps backward, and arrived above the gray fog.

In that mysterious space, the majestic ancient palace stood quietly, and the illusory male voices echoed layer by layer.

Klein took a glance and confirmed that the prayer came from the little "sun". As he sat in the position of "The Fool", he stretched out his right hand, spread his spirituality, and touched the corresponding crimson star.

Suddenly, the prayers became clear enough and had distinct layers. Klein quickly figured out what "The Sun" was talking about: the former exploration team captain next door to him who had met Amon suddenly lost control and acted strangely. After breaking through the seal, he came to his room. Fortunately, Silver City paid enough attention to this and was always on guard, otherwise it would definitely lead to tragedy.

"Sun" believed that the other party's loss of control was not without reason. He guessed two possibilities. One was that his extraordinary path was in line with the needs of the descendants of the ancient Sun God. The other was that the other party might have noticed the Tarot gathering and Mr. "Fool" Secretly pulling people.

While his thoughts were swirling, Klein's eyes suddenly froze as he looked at the prayer screen. The blurry and hard-to-see "sun" is surrounded by a transparent and illusory figure! He has arms and legs, but like a python, he twists around the "sun" and puts his head behind the "sun"'s head!

In the hazy picture, he was wearing a black classical robe, a pointed hat, and a crystal monocle hanging on his face.

The "sun" was completely unaware of all this!

...Klein almost gasped, frightened by the other party's strange methods.

He vaguely understood the other party's purpose: to "reside" in the spirit body of "The Sun", wait for the next Tarot gathering, and sneak into the gray fog without anyone noticing, just like a virus or a Trojan horse!

At this moment, he finally understood what the "annoying and mean-spirited thief" the fellow Angel meant. It really opened Klein's eyes to be so "friendly" from the beginning. And now he must make a response, either quickly find a way to remove Amon from "The Sun"'s body, or temporarily exclude "The Sun" from the Tarot gathering.

If Amon is not removed from Little Sun, my control over this mysterious space may be taken away by then... What a "blasphemer"! Fortunately, fortunately, the little "Sun" was relatively simple and direct, and reported the matter to me immediately. And through the corresponding crimson stars, and with the help of the power above the gray fog, I was able to discover his strange state...

Klein took a breath and tried to calm himself down. He looked at the items he had and quickly came up with an idea.

185

"That's it, she successfully entrusted it to Klein."

Edward reached out and touched the two owl familiars parked by the table, swinging back and forth leisurely on the elderly rocking chair filled with pillows and cushions. It was already dark outside, and the warm stove was burning brightly in the living room, with hot milk tea and cakes on hand.

"At the same time, Mr. A also accepted the commission from the Aurora Society? Haha, things are getting interesting now. They might run into each other. Maria doesn't need to ask Mr. A to be careful at all, worried that he will hurt Klein? I think Klein, whose companions are unknown and whose cards are unknown, is more dangerous... Mr. A has not spent any merit on the recording ability of the recording officer in his hand recently, so he must be very strapped."

"That's good. Kapin's men, together with Mr. A, can at least try to find out some of Klein's secrets. It's a pleasant surprise."

He closed his eyes, as if listening to something, and after a while he spoke: "Kleon—Zhou Mingrui, I think there is a high possibility that he is the back-up man of the "Lord of Mysteries". This soul and Wasn't the memory also captured from the Source Castle? However, it is also very possible to be a coincidence, or like the ancient sun god, it is the container and resurrection handpicked by God. "

"Yeah, it's good to be a muddy vessel all the time."

The rocking chair creaked. He sat up and looked through a tattered diary in his hand by the firelight of the fireplace. This diary was left over from Russell's middle period. The records in it were somewhat valuable. There are mentions of the Twilight Hermits, Adam, and the Blasphemous Tablets. This group of guys who like to push the development of the world behind their backs did put a lot of effort into Russell. Although he died in the end, Russell's results were quite satisfactory.

"The only problem is that the Lord of Mysteries can actually make mistakes? His resurrection vessel actually has its own self, is not born with a high status, and there are no traces of being invaded at all? This is incredible."

Zaratul's prophecy, the history of the Sauron family and Russell's plan before rising up, the ghost ship of the Trunsoest Empire in the legend of the Fourth Age, the laurel filled with Balam's treasures, and the inexplicable silence in the violent sea. No., and Nast Solomon, the King of the Five Seas...

Solomon.

Edward's eyes sharpened.

Then he curled his lips, turned to the next page, and continued to read Russell's various nagging and complaints. You see, wherever there is Solomon now, there is only a super incomplete version of Russell's spiritual imprint. Not to mention Solomon, not even Russell. I don't know where he is staying in a dark tomb. Whoever deserves the death of the Black Emperor, the one from Loen still dares to try.

"If it is confirmed, it is basically certain that there are other people who are also preventing Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun from being resurrected, and his identity is not yet certain."

It's so boring...the last nineteen years of the apocalypse are really hard to endure. The barrier is obviously in danger, but the people outside are still unwilling to take the lead, for fear that if something goes wrong, they will be turned into a magical item by the group of enemies, and they will collapse before the end of the world begins.

But we have already waited for so long anyway, and waiting another nineteen years is just a nap. For eternal life, time has long lost its meaning and is just an infrequently used reference standard.

There are only nineteen years left before the end of my mission. I really should hurry up and experience more life and enjoy more blessings now.

TBC

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No mole, Adela’s character design has been updated.

After reading the papers and materials for a day, I didn’t even take writing the paper seriously.

The whole point is the cold reality and the bloody and dirty primitive accumulation of capital.