Chapter 248 Try Not to Lose a Penny, at Least You Will Never Go Bankrupt! (Night Dream Ice Ten Thousand Rewards Plus Update 6)

Who agrees and who opposes?

Seven pairs of eyes looked at the black-robed mage. The Necromancer froze on the spot - What, after a long time of tossing, the boomerang hit me?

Before the establishment of the Magic Council, the research practice of various schools and even magicians was: take care of yourself, and no one should dictate to others. Everyone's research ideas are different, and each company has its own secrets. Do you want to take care of them?

If you really don't like it, or your research really hinders me, then come and have a quarrel, or even start a fight. For example, the magicians in the medical branch hate Crow Swamp dragging corpses on their territory...

After the establishment of the Magic Council, various schools and organizations finally had a place to sit down and discuss. Even so, the Parliament gave enough freedom to the research of magicians.

Let’s take the Necromancy School as an example. Even if it is the plague branch, as long as the disease does not spread across the kingdom or only plagues its own territory, the attitude of the Magic Council is - please do as you please.

But this time is different!

The plague seeds created by Gretel were leaked a little bit, and they exploded in two places immediately - the two places were still different. Considering that this project was funded by the Plague Branch, and a group of Necromancers were gearing up to get started, the review committee, or rather the seven committee members except for the Necromancers, had a very unanimous attitude:

This must be taken care of!

A little Gretel made such a big noise, and a group of mages from the plague branch were messing around with the things he gave them. Can everyone survive?

There must be a solution!

Well, the first step in the solution is to call Little Gretel and pretend to scare him...

Now it seems that scaring worked well, maybe a little too well. Grete wrote down a bunch of things, and those entries alone seemed like a big project. At the same time, a big explosion occurred in the Holy City of Glory...

The black-robed mage froze. Who agrees and who opposes? If he agrees, it is equivalent to putting a yoke on his head. You can imagine how the magicians of the Plague Branch and even his own legend will hit him; but do you want to object?

The Lord of Radiance has been forced to use its ultimate move. This plague is really going to break out in their own territory. The Magic Council doesn't have that many high-level priests. Can it withstand it?

If you dare to speak out against it, I'm afraid Black Crow Swamp, or at least the Plague Branch in Black Crow Swamp, will be defeated on the spot...

"I want to report to His Excellency the Immortal One first." He answered bravely. The Immortal, the legendary mage stationed at the headquarters of the Necromancy. Theoretically, the policy regarding the Necromancy School can be decided by him...

"This is a reasonable request. I also want to report today's incident to His Majesty the Lord of Thunder." Old Sam's dark brown eyes turned slightly and stared straight at the black-robed mage. By the way, he wants to pry into our family! You must file a complaint! Complain fiercely!

The gentlemen members reached preliminary agreement. They observed the situation in the conference room for a while, and then quietly dispersed when Gretel had completed his advancement and was about to end his meditation. Well, with so many people waiting for him, the little guy is going to have his tail raised...

When Gretel walked out of the conference room, rubbing his growling stomach, he saw a metal golem standing at the door, his eyes sparkling. He turned around and held a piece of paper in front of him:

"Mr. Gretel Nordmark:

1. There is a restaurant on the second floor of Babel Tower. Come in anytime and eat for free.

2. The guest room on the Carlisle side is still there.

3. It is recommended to complete what you write during the day as early as possible. Especially in laboratory management.

4. Tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock, the 120th floor of Babel Tower, see you at the same place.

Also, congratulations on advancing to level 3 mage.

Sam Lane"

"What? Are you going to finish writing tonight???"

Grete wailed.

Howling and howling, he still continued to cry until late at night. The next day, he crawled to the conference room with dark circles under his eyes. Eight committee members lined up opposite him and smiled at him.

Well...it's not all smiles. At least the black-robed mage, apart from his black robe and black eye circles, even his face is black. When she looked at him, her eyes were so sad that it was hard to put into words, and she was almost complaining...

"Mr. Gretel Nordmark." The great magician who settled accounts with him with a smile during yesterday's meeting was the first to greet him. Before Grete's eyesight went dark and he was about to run away, the man opened an account book and said slowly:

"The review committee has carefully considered your opinion. - Frankly speaking, the nature of intentional damage and damage caused by negligence are completely different. The spy invasion caused the plague seeds to leak, and the fault is not entirely yours. But accountability and Compensation cannot be completely exempted——" He pointed at Gretel to stop him from jumping up to speak:

"So, the review will determine that you bear secondary responsibility. In this leak, the Congress will bear 60% of the losses, your Thunder Horn will bear 30%, and you will personally pay 10%. Do you agree?"

10%... Gretel feels much better. After all, in the previous life, if a motor vehicle traffic accident was found to be secondary liability, 30% compensation would have to be paid no matter what. Moreover, Thunder Horn had to bear 30% of the losses. I feel really sorry and embarrassed...

But thinking about the laboratory rental fees and the work expenses of high-level mages, Gretel was not in the mood to worry about others. The Thunder Horn family has a big business and can afford it. It seems like 10% of his own number is a lot of money for him.

"...So how much do I have to pay?"

"3750 contribution points." The great magician smiled with a friendly face and pushed the list forward:

"The change has been wiped out for you. You can look at the list and raise any questions you have."

Gretel didn't look at it. Forget about the rent of the laboratory, the cost of staff attendance is not up to you. If you want to balance the accounts, no, you can make me bankrupt. How can I reconcile the accounts with you?

Accountant?

Where can I hire an independent accountant who can stand up to parliament when I am unfamiliar with the place?

He only asked one question:

"Did Thunder Horn approve it?"

A smile flashed in Old Sam's eyes. This kid is quite interesting, he thought. He is very clear about his status and strength. He will never give in to those who can't contend, and he will never give in to those who can resist or use his strength. He nodded slightly:

"Thunderhorn endorses compensation package."

Anyway, those who worked hard were the disciples and grandsons of that guy Carlisle. Those who filled in when there was a shortage of manpower were also the disciples of the teacher. The legendary mage uses his own people to work, and there is no need to give money. The so-called bearing 30% of the loss means that the labor costs and laboratory rent are left to the right. Thunder Horn has not paid a penny, and there is no need to even make an account.

Ah... there are no more people to help carry the thunder, and we are really going bankrupt now. Grete lowered his head silently and took out the manuscripts he had stayed up late last night from the space bag, one by one, unfolding them like a fan:

"I agree with the review committee's opinion. I agree with the compensation plan and amount. - Now, let's talk about the authorization fees for plague prevention and control measures."

"Infectious Diseases·Bacterial Infectious Diseases"!

"Bacterial Infectious Disease Prevention and Control Plan"!

"Biological Laboratory Management Regulations"!

"Biological Laboratory Architectural Drawings"!

"Public Health Management Regulations"!

"Infectious Disease Reporting System"!

"Infectious Disease Hospital Planning Plan"!

come on!

No knowledge is worthless!

The rules of the Magic Council do not allow any magician, or anyone, to be forced to hand over their knowledge!

These pieces of knowledge are intertwined. If you want to buy less of one thing, there will be an additional hole in the public health system...

A group of half-old men looked at each other and laughed at the same time. After traveling in such a big circle, all they want is nothing more than this: it doesn't matter whether it's money or not, what's important is squeezing out knowledge.

Of course, it's best to try your best to keep the price down, squeeze the guy's wallet clean, and let him only accept projects given by the council. Otherwise, if you miss it one day, it will cause a big fuss...

They were smiling, and Grete was smiling confidently across from them. He took out the second page of each document, the summary, and organized it into a pile. He stood up on the spot and flashed his light to the judges:

"Gentlemen, can I take it that the interrogation is over? If we enter the negotiation stage, should I be given corresponding status?"

Negotiate, negotiate!

Content is important, but momentum and posture are equally important!

The upper limit of negotiation is not to lose a penny, and the lower limit of negotiation is never to go bankrupt!

The great magician of the Change Department laughed. He waved gently and patted it on the long table. Magic light flashed, and the long table covered with red velvet tablecloth immediately widened and deformed, and together with the tablecloth, it became an elegant oval.

Another ray of light fell behind Grete, and the thin and pitiful little armchair immediately turned into a beautiful high-backed armchair.

Although compared to the gentlemen of the jury, the back of the chair is not carved or inlaid with gold, but generally speaking, the treatment is about the same.

Grete was satisfied. He pushed the document forward and crossed his hands: Gentlemen, please make an offer.

The committee members exchanged glances with each other. They each lowered their heads and flipped through the summary at a glance. The member of the Department of Change was the first to speak:

"100 contribution points per copy. - There is no unique magic involved. 100 contribution points is already very high."

"1,000 each." Gretel counter-offered without hesitation. "Each of these documents is supported by an independent knowledge system. Gentlemen, don't tell me you can't see it."

"1,000 is too much! The phlogiston paper only awarded 1,000 contribution points!"

Well...comparing a chapter in "Infectious Diseases" with the discovery that laid the foundation of modern chemistry, the weight is indeed quite different. Grete felt slightly guilty, but did not lose his momentum at all:

“But these documents are much broader!”

"but……"

"but……"

Negotiations quickly turned into meaningless haggling. Slapping the table, throwing documents, foaming at the mouth. Talking about an offer of 300 per copy and an offer of 700 per copy, the Necromancer asked to read the full text. Grete also generously handed over the document. The committee members read it in exchange and made another offer:

"These documents of yours are indeed very detailed, and there are many innovations. For the sake of detail, each document is worth 400 contribution points!"

"600!"

"500! No more points!"

"3750! Total price!"

"make a deal!"

Both sides stood up and shook hands. The review committee breathed a sigh of relief, and Gretel also breathed a sigh of relief:

Finally no need to pay any more!

Those regulations have also been handed over! Someone took care of the implementation for me!

Oh yeah!

He shook hands with the judges one by one. When he reached the last one, the great magician of the protection department flashed his eyes and suddenly asked:

"Little Gretel, according to your document, laboratories that do not meet the standards and do not have adequate defenses cannot carry out plague research!"

"That's for sure!"

"So," a smile flashed across the eyes of the great magician: "Would you like us to help with protection? You'll get a 20% discount!"

What?

20% off?

No, you want money?

How much does it cost to receive high-level protective magic? The Magic Council has a public price, and the constant protection magic seems to be a sky-high price...

Am I still going bankrupt?

Gretel did a quick mental calculation. Then, he took out his palm and pointed sternly at the document he had just handed over:

"Let me make a statement. The authorization fee just agreed upon only includes the handover of documents——

In other words, additional explanations, explanations, teachings, and improvements, including inspections of laboratory defense measures, are not included! "

Thanks to x-on:Qingpingzhiwei for the 100 starting coins

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