I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 297 Goblin, Tianjing

The previous colonies were more of an input than an output to the Little United Kingdom.

Therefore, when a new market appeared in front of the Little United Kingdom, the old king did not miss this opportunity and directly bit into this piece of fat.

Two months later, the good news came back.

The land is willing to submit to the king's authority.

The price was 500 rounds of ammunition and 6000 lives.

With this colony, the Little United Kingdom soon had new orders.

They bought all kinds of raw materials at low prices in the colonies, and then dumped finished cloth and various industrial products to earn the difference and gold and silver.

The order revived the little United Kingdom a bit.

Of course, this is not the main reason they came out of the crisis.

The real reason is that the war in the civilized world on land cannot continue.

A large number of people and wealth, in order to avoid the war, fled to the Little United Kingdom, injecting new vitality into the Little United Kingdom.

Changes in the general environment do not make much difference to individuals.

Of course, except for the part that starved to death.

The good news is that there are still a few companies with conscience in Wudu.

Even during the crisis, there are still companies providing the most basic food security so that people can survive in this difficult time.

Of course, the company also provides another way to survive: a boat ticket.

This ticket is free.

However, after boarding the ship, people need to do various jobs to pay for their meals.

After arriving at the destination, people will become part of the colony and need to survive on their own.

The living conditions on the ship were very poor. More than 20% of the people would die during the voyage. Even those who survived would die from various reasons in the colony, and the survival rate did not exceed 30%.

Even so, most of the people at the bottom of Fog City will choose boat tickets when they are desperate.

They would rather gamble with a 30% probability than stay in this purgatory for one more second.

Of course, this kind of trivial matter is just a small note of the symphony of the times, and it is inconspicuous.

The trade of goblins is also becoming more and more prosperous.

After all, these goblins are good at their jobs no matter where they are, and are highly sought after by slave owners.

In this way, Little United Kingdom struggled out of the quagmire of crisis little by little.

As for the company?

The company has never been in crisis.

At the height of the crisis, the company had the most abundant cash in Wudu, stored in its own bank, to ensure the continuous operation of its core business.

When the crisis is over and spring is ushered in, powerful companies will start aggressive acquisitions in the market.

Any potential industry, the company is ready to intervene.

The various businesses that were previously sold at high prices by the company were bought back by the company with less than one-fifth of the money spent.

The only difference is that the minimum hourly wage in the mine has been reduced by half.

When it was acquired by the company, the hourly salary did not make any adjustments, because this price was already the highest in the market.

Of course, those perks that belong to the company are back.

However, this time, the miners who had been severely beaten by the society and the nobles looked at the benefits back in their hands without any joy on their faces, and were still numb.

In the depths of numbness, there is anger.

The little United Kingdom was thriving, and the company was thriving.

On this day, Albert presided over a board meeting.

The meeting decided that he will continue to serve as the rotating chairman next year and be responsible for all the company's business.

After the meeting, Albert called Hannibal and said he would take him to a place.

The two came to the pier, and a boat was waiting for a long time.

"Where are we going?"

Hannibal is a little strange, making it so mysterious,

"Going to sea again?"

"Not too far away, there is a small island near Wudu."

Albert briefly explained that the island was bought by him and it was considered a private property.

The ship sailed with the wind, and the speed was not slow. Hannibal smelled the salty sea breeze from the bow, and the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

Soon, a small island appeared in front of the ship, which was exactly the island Albert had mentioned.

Hannibal frowned quickly, his eyes full of puzzlement,

"How are they here?"

On the island, he saw a group of green goblins? !

Shouldn't these guys be mining and farming in the New World?

How would it appear here?

Albert said casually,

"This is the Eighth Institute of Technology."

"how can that be?"

Hannibal lost his voice,

"How could they be the Eighth Institute of Technology?"

The Eighth Institute of Technology is a new technical department established by Albert. It has a mysterious origin and mysterious members. The only thing known to the outside world is that they have super research and development capabilities!

The eighth Institute of Technology can easily solve problems that cannot be solved by other parts.

As a result, Albert told Hannibal that the company's ace technology institute was a bunch of goblins? !

This, this, this.
Albert was very calm and continued,

"These guys are very smart. They are very talented in experiments. By the way, the Sixth Accounting Firm is also a group of goblins."

Hannibal:
The company's trump card technology research institute and trump card accounting firm are all composed of goblins.

The impact of this incident on Hannibal was really too great.

He took a moment to digest this, and asked instead,
"Is this Mr. Luden's idea?"

"Do not."

Albert shook his head,

"It was my idea, but the goblin was captured with the help of Mr. Luden."

Apparently, these goblins didn't come to the company voluntarily.

However, goblins have no human rights in the Fog City Code. After all, they are not human beings, they only have property rights, which are considered part of property.

In the sacred code, their situation is even simpler.

Goblins don't even have property rights, and their right to life is directly wiped out.

Because of the close relationship between goblins and orcs, the hatred of the people of Shenbang towards goblins is incomprehensible to the people of Wudu.

None of this matters.

The ship slowly leaned against the pier, and a group of goblins greeted them.

Looking at the welcoming team, Hannibal didn't know what to call them,

"These goblins... have names?"

A goblin less than [-] meters tall stepped forward, saluted Albert, then turned to look at Hannibal,

"Mr. Hannibal, we are not goblins, please don't call us that, we are not a species with those brute-force idiots, we are even reproductively isolated."

Not a goblin?

Hannibal looked at each other, waiting for the next sentence.

"Those savages come from the depths of the earth, they are blessed by the mother of the earth, so they have inexhaustible brute force, but we are different, we come from the sky, enlightened by the father of wisdom, and have wisdom beyond their imagination."

The goblin said seriously,

"We call ourselves Celestial Spirits."

(End of this chapter)