"I think?" Xingke turned his head and faced Balalaika, who was facing the businessman mode: "I think you are right. I should make up for your loss."

Well, in such a big world, there are always people who like to get something for nothing or empty-glove white wolves, especially some deformed existences that are only powerful, they tend to like to explain the definition of the weak and the strong. Desperate, how tasteless or tasteless, eating is simply disgusting.

　　 But the star carving is different. It is also a recent thing that he has gained too much power. If you count forward, it will not even be a hundred years. Before that, he was an ordinary person who could not be more ordinary except for living a long time. He did not gain a higher status and strength than those around him because he knew history better than others.

Therefore, even now, although he will take the initiative to do some charity and relief (alms?), he will also be very unreasonable to clean up the "unrecyclable garbage" that he is uncomfortable with, but generally he likes to follow (he thinks The principle of equivalent exchange-no matter what kind of existence it is facing.

　　 Long live honest and trustworthy businessman! ~ (Laughs)

　　 "In the future, it is estimated that there will be enough land for a thousand people of the Twilight race to consume daily medicines for ten years--?" Xingke repeated Balalaika's request, and then continued:

"According to the information I obtained from an unknown well-wisher, the population of the Dusk race within your jurisdiction, Ms. Balalaika, is only around 2,000, and more than 70% of them are below D level. Evening racially thin people and some old, weak and sick—the daily consumption of these people is actually halved.

　　The higher the level, the longer the fighting time, and the greater the amount of drugs consumed. Young adults above the A level consume two to three times as much as the average twilight race, but the number is actually very small..."

　　 "Mr. Cavendish, I don't understand what you are talking about-does the population of the Dusk race in my sphere of influence have anything to do with the raw material output of that piece of land?" Balalaika frowned:

　　 "If you are going to bargain, I advise you to find another smarter way of saying it."

　　 "No, I don't want to bargain." Xingke shook his head.

He is not the kind of not-so-smart person. He understands that the raw materials of medicines will not be too much, and will not depreciate because the demand within his sphere of influence is sufficient or even saturated and surplus. Nor does Balalaika. There may be only one colony field.

　　 The so-called losses of big capital and big powers are not just losses, but they may reduce the amount of foreign exchange she earns by exporting herself, rather than being exhausted.

and so--

　　 "I mentioned that the reason for the number of Twilight races within your jurisdiction has nothing to do with your loss, but it has something to do with the amount of compensation I compensate for your loss." Xingke said frankly and honestly.

　　 "...please elaborate." Balalaika was already having a headache. She felt that there was a generation gap between herself and the self-proclaimed magician in front of her.

　　Why is [the number of twilight races] not related to [loss] but is related to [compensation]? Isn't [loss] and [compensation] proportional?

"Some things are dispensable to my values, or even worthless, but they are of high value to others." Xingke said patiently because of his Time is really not very valuable.

　　 For another example, the broken diamond scraps that failed the gem magic experiment just now were exchanged for the introduction of the middleman of the Black Reef Chamber of Commerce, because the broken diamonds that are worthless to Star Carved can indeed be exchanged for US dollars.

　　 "The things I will take out next are of no value to me, because I don't need such things..."

"But you think I will need that kind of thing very much, and the value of this kind of thing to me will also change due to the changes in the [Twilight Race Number] under my control, so you have to confirm you from my response The information obtained is correct...Is that so?" The wise man Balalaika understood Xingqi's thought process at once, and then Xingqi said.

　　 "The answer is correct. It seems that we are one step closer to the nuclear world where everyone understands each other. Ms. Balalaika." Xingke showed a deliberately hypocritical smile.

　　 "...Yes, Mr. Cavendish." Balalaika's mouth raised a dangerous arc, it was a smile that made no secret of his murderous intent and anger.

　　 [Since you know that that kind of thing is useless to you, then you are stingy with a woolen thread! Would you give it all to me? Is it so difficult to give what you don't need to people who need it? I seem to see the faces of the stinking capitalists in the beautiful and strong country. If you don’t mind, I will put lead pellets into your P’s eyes and feed them to the crocodile! ! 】

　　 Although I wanted to point to Xingqi's nose to say that, it was a pity that Balalaika still understood the situation. When the gap between the enemy and the enemy was too large, she still chose not to fight a war without profit.

　　 And she also knows that Xingke’s idea of ​​“stingy” is very popular, but it is precisely the correct economic law——

　　 Whether it is excessive charity or excessive squeeze, it will destroy the normal production and sales process~lightnovelpub.net~ destroy the entire healthy economic cycle, and even destroy the stable social ecological environment.

　　 Star Carving can measure how much balalaika can eat before judging how much balalaika has lost and how much it should compensate, which is actually a responsible performance.

　　 "So, what exactly do you want to compensate for exchanging that piece of land with me?" Balalaika calmed down and asked:

　　 "And why are you sure that I can accept this [something] of yours as compensation, don't you intend to let me refuse? It is not a wise thing to deprive the trading partner of the right to choose."

　　 "How come, I am not a parrot-headed politician from a free country." Xingke said that he is very ethical:

　　 "I just make sure that you will not refuse this kind of compensation that is very useful to you, even if it is no longer useful to me.

　　 Of course, you can also reject it. I don’t have any compelling opinions..."

　　 Xingke said, in front of his eyes, some tiny invisible particles began to condense, forming a little bit quickly. The miracle of the reorganization of matter at the atomic level, not a creation of the void, began to be performed in full view.

　　 In a moment, what finally appeared in front of Xing Ke was a neat row of medicine bottles, no more, no less, exactly two hundred and thirty-three bottles.

　　"[One course of treatment, one bottle-can perfectly get rid of genetic drug dependence, and then bid farewell to drugs and re-behave-pills]

　　 There are a total of 233 bottles here, do you want to reject them? "