Alien world

Chapter 1230 152. November Meeting

How hard can Magic TV be?

Wouldn't it be enough to just modify the Philosopher's Stone?

As a result, what Annan thought was easy to make not only stumped Michael, but even Young Master Dumbledore who came to help was at a loss.

"How difficult can it be to add a playback function?" Annan's words attracted Michael's gaze.

"Am I wrong?"

"Don't challenge the authority of magic with your ignorance!"

Young Master Dumbledore raised his head, hesitating whether he should intervene, but when he saw that Annan didn't care, he gave up.

"So what's the problem?"

"You don't understand it."

"You're right, so there's no need for me to waste money on things I don't understand, right?"

"The problem lies in the stability of the 'magic TV'. In layman's terms, the more stable the magic material, the rarer it is, and the rarer the material, the more expensive it is. The Philosopher's Stone has reached its limit in this regard. We are not qualified to make any further improvements."

Ultimately, the demands put forward by Annan are an impossible triangle: low price, permanence, and stability, and only two of them can be met at the same time.

To satisfy all three points at the same time, a complete system is needed: a cheap channel for magic materials, a stable and error-free production process, and skilled craftsmanship that can be assembled by skilled workers.

As of now, there is no way that a "magic TV" can be cheaper than the Philosopher's Stone.

“What’s the lowest cost we can do it?”

"33 gold coins."

“This is too expensive…”

"Is it expensive? You can sell the Philosopher's Stone for 100 gold coins with just an autograph."

"It's different." Annan shook his head.

He wanted to bring the "magic TV" into every household... but 33 gold coins? Even if it was sold at cost price, it was not affordable for ordinary people.

And even if you really pay for it, will you only watch "Tom and Jerry"?

After calming down, Annan realized that he had been dazzled by the success of the magic train and had become a little unrealistic.

"Put it aside for now. I'll tell you when I have a new idea."

As for what to do with "Tom and Jerry"... Annan chose to broadcast it for free in various commercial streets, which not only fulfilled the contract but also attracted customers.

Annan's heart was bleeding when he made this decision... But when he thought of the countless children sitting on the street corners, looking up at "Tom and Jerry" and laughing, it was all worth it.

October passed quickly and we arrived at the penultimate month of the Saint Laurent calendar.

It is already late autumn in Liberty City. The vegetation has lost its green color and turned into fallen leaves that are repeatedly swept up by cleaners.

Only behind the City Lord's Mansion was there lush greenery like summer.

As the Otherworld Tree grew taller and taller, it could be seen from every direction in Liberty City, and its existence gradually became impossible to hide.

To the outside world, they only claimed that it was a joint success of the elves and druids. Internally, they revealed some of the truth, but it was only known to the people around Annan.

In the evening, the core officials of Liberty City came to the City Lord's Mansion one after another to prepare the monthly summary at the beginning of each month.

Abby and the maids were busy, shuttling back and forth between the kitchen and the conference room like butterflies.

Ingrid first reported the fiscal revenue and expenditure for October: "...the box office of magical films such as "Let the Magic Fly" continued to decline, and the sales of candies and happy water in various commercial streets increased by hundreds of times..."

Olmedo interrupted her: "You mean percentage?"

"It's hundreds of times." Ingrid flipped through the details and read out: "Silstovis Commercial Street grew 158 times, Sarlak City grew 262 times... Montreal Mountain grew 55 times..."

As Ingrid's voice echoed in the conference room, everyone at the round table fell silent, with only admiration for Annan.

"Okay." Olmedo stopped Ingrid from reading all the 180-plus shopping streets. "Who's next?"

Femi raised his only intact hand. "The Hellfire Recruitment is drawing to a close." "Me too."

"And I."

Losey and Jack echoed.

"Very good, remember to ask the instructor to teach you the breathing method."

The meeting lasted from the evening until late at night. After everyone had spoken, everyone's eyes fell on Annan, who was dozing off.

Annan, whose head was nodding, woke up with a start and looked around in confusion.

"It's your turn to express your opinion." Olmedo snorted.

It was the gentle elder sister who helped him out: "Everyone come up with an idea."

"Oh... I think the tree in the other world grows too slowly. When will it grow into a towering tree?" Annan said casually.

Black Widow said: "Dear, the evil in the vicinity has been almost cleared. We can't catch the thief and execute him."

"Changing our thinking, can we buy prisoners from other forces to kill?"

Everyone was shocked by what Annan said, except Fermi, whose eyes lit up. He lowered his head to write something down, but Losey snatched away his notes.

“Don’t remember everything.”

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" On the other side, Annan was still confused.

Dad opened her mouth and said, "I always thought you were a good person."

"I am indeed a good person." Annan realized what the problem was and coughed lightly: "But those who don't respect life don't deserve to have life."

"We'll discuss this matter later."

It was still the eldest sister who spoke up to help, but the so-called "let's talk about it later" would be forgotten - after all, Liberty City couldn't be so cruel as to buy prisoners to kill.

That would spread bad rumors.

Olmedo stood up with the battle report in his hand: "The last item of this month is about the McCann Rat's southward advance..."

Speaking of this, the legion commanders sitting at the round table were no longer sleepy.

Fermi stood up and asked to fight, but Annan asked him to sit down.

"All they do is fight and kill. The Legion is to protect the people, not to get involved in disputes!"

Femi sat back down, and it was Luo Xi's turn to speak: "Lord Annan, the ratmen are killing civilians in the north and attacking our trading partners. Shouldn't we send troops to help?

Annan opened his mouth, speechless.

It was Olmedo who spoke for him: "We are not yet strong enough to lend a helping hand."

Even if the expanded Hellfire is thrown onto the battlefield, it will only be a slightly larger wave.

Annan coughed lightly and said, "We can't send troops, but we can provide all the support except sending troops. We will give them whatever they want, and we allow them to buy on credit without limit."

Everyone was in an uproar again, and Olmedo was stunned: "Are you sure?"

"Don't think I was dozing off just now. I was actually listening. You reported that the industrial zone produced a large amount of goods, and these goods are piled up like mountains in the warehouse..."

In fact, Annan was not sleepy when he said this, but now he showed the majesty of the lord and said: "These goods cannot be sold, and we cannot reduce production in the industrial zone and lay off workers, so why not send them to the Dimon Kingdom?"

"They can't come up with that much money," said Ingrid, who has analyzed the kingdom's finances.

"So it's a gamble. If they win, they can pay the money back slowly. If they lose..."

Annan paused for a moment and uttered words as cold as late autumn.

"We will receive their inheritance."

(End of this chapter)