To live or not to live, that is the question. ＠乐＠文＠小＠说|Want to read a book
To eat or not to eat, that’s your choice.
Whether you do something or not, you have to take the blame.
After Carlos witnessed the miracle of [three-cropping rice] sprouting, growing, heading, and maturing within 24 hours, he had forgotten about the issue of genetically modified crops.
Because this is just nonsense.
Carlos was originally afraid that he had opened Pandora's box. From then on, humans relied on high-yield crops, became slaves to the magical spells of druids, and were controlled by night elves.
But after tasting the bread baked by Morning Sun Wheat with his subordinates, Carlos felt relieved and comfortable.
It tastes so damn bad!
"Obviously the smell is the same as that of wheat bread, but the touch and visual effects are not lost. How is this feeling of destroying the taste?"
That's right, it doesn't have a weird smell, it just has no smell at all. Carlos ate a whole pound of Morning Sun Wheat Bread, and he didn't feel any physical discomfort. His satiety was quite high, but it was just like wax. After eating, he felt that all his taste buds had left home.
"Your Majesty Carlos, with all due respect, if Morning Sun wheat tastes as good as other wheat varieties, you can't possibly buy the full set of services from our San Diego Chamber of Commerce at such a low price. You get what you pay for."
McDonald's Firebird accompanied Carlos and his generals to eat morning wheat bread with a smile on his face.
"What you said makes sense, but I'm speechless. So at this rate, how long will it take to get the quantity I need?"
As a long-term food, Dawn Wheat is obviously unqualified, but as an emergency crop, Dawn Wheat is amazingly good, and the night elves are unexpectedly reliable in this regard.
"Your Majesty, due to the ignorance of the pirates, one-third of the sample was lost. As the name suggests, [three-cropping rice] will degrade after three seasons of planting. Even if I eat, sleep, and sleep in the fields, I cannot meet your conditions as originally agreed. ."
McDonald's Firebird expressed its apology for being unable to fulfill its agreement.
"An estimate."
Carlos still hopes to get an accurate number from a professional.
"Well, according to the appetite of our night elves, it would probably be enough to feed ten thousand people for about twenty days. If you humans were to replace it, I mean ordinary soldiers. Your Majesty, you must understand that the individual differences between the groups are quite large."
"I understand, just say so."
"According to ordinary human standards, it can probably be used for twenty-five to twenty-eight days."
Carlos took a deep breath, and felt a sense of relief as a heavy burden was lifted off him.
"Mr. McDonald."
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"I will pay as agreed."
"I can't accept it. One-third of the goods have been lost. This is my responsibility. How can I make Your Majesty pay for my fault?"
"Not only will I pay in full, but I will also prepay a certain amount for my next order. This is a gift from the king."
"Then what's the good intention... Well, Your Majesty, do you still want it?"
McDonald's Firebird looked weird.
"I think it would be a good choice as part of the storage of combat readiness supplies."
Carlos wasn't telling the truth.
"That's true. Apart from being unpalatable, the nutritional value of Morning Sun wheat is not much different from that of other crops. But Your Majesty, without the guidance of professionals, without the exclusive secret recipe of our San Diego Chamber of Commerce for fattening, Morning Sun wheat can absorb three meters below the ground. of nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium. It is very predatory to land fertility.”
"I'll pay your consulting fees."
"Praise Your Majesty for your generosity, the Chamber of Commerce will not disappoint your expectations."
After a series of heart-warming gestures such as arranging a return boat, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves happily.
McDonald's Firebird was busy promoting the seeds, but Carlos was still busy dealing with the trouble brought back by Sora Starbreaker.
"This is a normal transaction, a transaction that conforms to the spirit of the contract. You can't treat me like this!"
A sharp voice came through the bars, hoarse and full of energy.
"Who are these goblins?"
Carlos had an expression of disgust on his face.
"A lucky angel, but also a culprit."
Sola had a flattering look on his face.
"speak English."
"Well, the pirates committed crimes and took advantage of the situation. It's because these goblins paid a high price for a batch of slaves, so Your Majesty's sailors are still alive. But without these goblins, there probably wouldn't have been so many twists and turns, so it's still their fault! Well. That's it. of."
After hearing the general idea, Carlos figured out what happened.
The goblins went to the pirates to buy slaves. The pirates robbed their ships and captured the crew. The rescuers they sent raided the pirates' lair and captured the goblins who were trading.
What a joy and congratulation... what a bastard!
In Lordaeron, the Alliance and Horde people are so stupid that they have no time to argue with the goblins. Even Lothar raised supplies from the Hot Sand Group, so why bother with the goblins?
But these profit-seeking guys are just trying to get their noses in front of you. If you don't teach them a lesson, they will treat you as someone easy to bully.
There are always people who think that goblins are idiots who want money rather than their lives. In fact, this is a misunderstanding. Goblins are snobbish and believe that money is power. There are rumors that goblins were slaves of trolls before the great uprising on Zanko Island, and their extreme personalities were due to the extreme living environment and the extreme oppression of trolls.
But compared with life, money is still an external possession, and saying that money is more important than life is just an exaggeration.
So when Carlos specially selected some tall and strong men with scars on their faces and surrounded the captured goblins fiercely, the goblins fully demonstrated their self-cultivation.
"The kind, wise, wise, tolerant, His Majesty Carlos, the greatest of the Kingdom of Alterac, who is respected by all goblins. I am the chief purchaser of the Sewage Consortium. I praise you. Please accept my most sincere greetings. May the goblins Friendships with humans last forever.”
Carlos felt inexplicably funny when he saw the goblin dragging him down to the knee without jumping.
Don’t mention it, I’m pretty good at Common Language.
"I have no control over the slave trade, but don't you have to give me an explanation for the person who bought me?"
Carlos sneered with a stern face and said in a sinister tone.
The goblin smiled flatteringly.
"Hey hey hey."
Sora Starbreaker smiled kindly, and all the goblins couldn't help but shiver.
"Now, let's talk about compensation."
Carlos was curious about what Sora did to these goblins, but now was not the time to delve deeper.
"No! You've already robbed us of our payment, that's not fair!"
The goblin shouted unwillingly.
"What do you think is fair?"
"Your Majesty, we do not buy or sell the people of your country. We are not slave traders. We are just porters of nature."
Carlos laughed at the goblins' shameless faces.
"Your Majesty, let us forget these unpleasantnesses. Maybe we can make a business deal."
The leader of the goblins observed for a long time and felt that the big human in front of him did not seem to have the intention to kill him immediately, so he decided to try to lure him into profit.
"oh?"
Carlos suddenly showed interest. It was quite interesting to tease these little guys.
"Although the main business of our Sewage Consortium is not freight transportation, judging from the current situation, the Alliance is short of everything. And except for the Kaldorei elves of Kalimdor, only we goblins have rich supplies."
"Yet you are currently my prisoners."
"As long as His Majesty is willing to give me a chance to show sincerity, I am confident that I can become His Majesty's guest."
Carlos suddenly felt that the goblin race was really interesting.
"May I have your name?"
"Buffett.J. Rockefeller."
"..."
Carlos felt the deep malice coming from the will of the universe. Is it true that only people with nice names have youth?
Carlos was already excited and was about to have a good talk with the goblins, but a subordinate knocked on the door and walked in, saying a few words in Carlos's ear.
Alleria, Muradin Bronzebeard and his entourage came to Southsea Town scarred!
Carlos frowned and quickly left the room where the goblins were held.
Buffett J. Rockefeller didn't feel very good. He was about to convince the leader of mankind. What happened suddenly? Humans won't eat themselves, right?
Without much waiting, an old man walked into the room with three middle-aged people.
"Mr. Buffett J. Rockefeller?"
"I am."
The goblin leader felt the aura of a strong man from the newcomer.
"Please allow me to introduce you. This is Viscount Polyushkin, this is Marquis Charlotte, and this is Honorary Lord Abagon."
The old man introduced the three middle-aged men to Buffett.j. Rockefeller in a polite manner.
"And I am the financial controller of the Barov family of the Alterac royal family, Eugenie Grandet. Entrusted by His Majesty the King, I am fully responsible for negotiating with you."
The old man's smile was gentle, but the goblin felt his scalp numb.
There is murderous intent! (To be continued.)
