The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 379 Patch Coin

Wuming and Patch looked at each other.Wuming sat down, hugging the back of the chair, staring at Patch.Patch was lying on the table in front of Wuming.

The two were thinking and discussing the various problems the caravan had encountered so far.

"What a difficult problem." Wuming said.

"It's indeed a difficult problem." Patch nodded in agreement.

Wuming was looking solemn at this moment, thinking about a question with all his brain power——

"How can virtual idols be monetized?"

Mikayla's live broadcast career is booming. Judging from Serui's statistical data, both stickiness and popularity are very surprising.

Michaela, whose pseudonym is miko, as a beautiful student of the Golden Law, gave the audience a beautiful imagination and an intoxicating experience.

His number of fans soon surpassed that of coprophags.

But just when Wuming was gearing up to close the net, he realized a problem.

Although the data looks good, he can't cash in from the data.No matter how many fans he has, he can't receive any money from Luen.

The key is that Coprophagia is taking the offline concert route. Wuming can collect tickets, food and beverage fees, and sell various souvenirs such as Copeeater original underwear.

But Micaela's fans are everywhere and can be watched using a projection disc.Although the use of that instrument requires the consumption of some runes, those runes are only consumed by the magic circle and cannot reach Wuming's pocket.

Tickets and various gifts are non-existent, and the audience doesn’t know where to give them.

Seeing that he was watching the golden mountain of Mikaela, but could not get any benefits, Wuming was very anxious.

“You can collect runes first, and then establish a virtual currency system,” Patch said, “and then use our tokens for consumption.”

"I've done this before." Wuming remembered, "But in my impression, people still use runes more. Do we still have our tokens?"

"Yes, many of our old customers are using it because there are discounts, but the overall sense of presence is not strong." Patch said, "Golden runes really contain power and are real hard currencies, just like souls. You It’s hard to replace with tokens.”

"Then there's nothing we can do." Wuming said helplessly, "Let's think of other ways."

"No, if you want to continue to develop, you must promote the tokens and get all the Runes in your hands." Patch said.

"Why?" Wuming didn't understand.

Patch said: "Recently, we have been promoting the happy life of Magri and Nok, and a lot of Larcade's large rune fragments have been distributed. With Racade's influence, people's desires have increased a lot."

"That's a good thing." Wuming said happily, "Collect all the dung beetles in the forbidden area. In the future, we will be in short supply of dew drops."

"No need," Patch said.

"Do we have enough inventory?" Wuming said, "Is this Se Rui's judgment? Has she calculated it?"

Patch said: "In the territory of Yatan alone, there are three thousand couples observed by Serui, and there are only two newborns..."

"So what we need to look for is not the dung beetle, but the turtle neck meat?" Wuming reflected.

"Turtle neck meat is useless." Patch said, "The parents of the two newborns are faders. Haven't you realized anything yet?"

Wuming was silent for a moment, somewhat solemnly:
"Have all the golden people in the border area lost their fertility?"

Patch said: "I told you that I have to take care of it when the Rakad Runes are distributed, right?"

"You said that if you don't deal with that thing, it will destroy the birth of the heir." Wuming said.

Patch nodded: "The Golden Tree's control over birth not only relies on beliefs and customs and the damn long lifespan of the Golden People, but also seals on a purely mechanical level."

Patch took out a rune from his money bag and said, "With the blessing and the golden light, it spreads throughout the border area."

"You mean..." Wuming was a little shocked.

Patch said: "If the golden runes still exist, it will be difficult for you to see any heirs born."

"This is too exaggerated." Wuming said, "Why do you have to do this? Isn't the golden tree a symbol of fertility?"

"Do you want a history lesson or a plan?"

"Plan." Wuming answered immediately.

Patch said: "Find a way to collect everyone's runes. I have a way to purify them. As long as people stay away from the runes, they can recover. By then you won't need turtle neck meat, nor will you need Michaelana. A power that induces love.”

"Collect all the runes..." Wuming pondered.

Patch said: "I know it's not easy, and you may not be willing to do it-"

"How could I not want to do it?" Wuming thought about the scene and wiped his mouth, "The difficult thing is how to do it."

“Now we have a great advantage,” Patch said. “With Serui’s existence, she can create a virtual wallet for everyone, use brand-new virtual tokens, and manage everyone’s runes in an orderly manner.”

Wuming said: "There is also Michaela."

"The most important thing is the caravan." Patch said, "So far, your trade route covers Nimgofu, Geled, Lienia, and Yatan. Your big caravan is spread everywhere, covering For food, clothing, housing and transportation, we have enough capital to promote this new token.”

"Okay!" Wuming was elated by Patch's boast, "Let's go and get the virtual coins."

Wuming suddenly paused and asked Patch:

"The last question is, if golden runes are consumables, where do people get them continuously from?"

"The golden tree," Patch replied, pointing one leg to the sky.

"Where did you get the golden tree?"

"In the ground." Patch knocked on his feet, "The golden runes are not infinite, they are just circulating through the golden trees."

"understood."

Wuming immediately set about taking care of this matter.

The new tokens continue the appearance of the physical tokens. A gold coin has Patch's big bald head on it, showing a sarcastic smile.

In the caravan's promotion, the new virtual tokens were exchanged for runes on a one-to-one basis, but their purchasing power increased by [-]%.

Wu Ming did not give up the profit. The [-]% was the various transportation and transaction costs that Se Rui predicted would be saved after replacing Rune.

In order to reassure the people, Wuming approached Full Moon Queen and Ge Fulei and asked them to come forward in person to endorse the value and stability of the virtual currency and increase people's confidence.

Wuming's eyes widened as he watched the huge amount of runes gathered in the caravan.

"Unfortunately, they don't belong to me." Wuming was full of regret.

These runes must be handed over to Patch in batches. After the purification is completed, the ones in the lake area will be given to Man Yue, and the ones in Yatan will be given to Guiwang City. The caravan can only get a limited amount.

It is nameless, only the profits from those commercial activities and the rewards from Michaela's performances.

The huge amount of runes stimulated Wuming, and Wuming prepared to increase the intensity and put some pressure on the employees.

In addition to Mikaela, Wuming also asked Serui to take the initiative to simulate several personalities and create pure avatars with different images to compete with Mikaela in a differentiated manner.

As for the caravan, Wuming was also planning to find the merchants to make more efforts.

The first one to target was Caleb.

But what surprised Wuming was that before he went to find Gale, Gale came to look for him.

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Gale opened his eyes, and the dim light in his eyes flashed away.

He led merchants to open up trade routes and suffered heavy losses and heavy casualties in the fertile forest.

He escaped on a donkey, but that experience still appeared in his mind from time to time, and the screams of his companions still echoed in his ears.

Without adequate sleep quality, work efficiency naturally declined, and the business that Gale was responsible for also suffered a considerable decline.

Gale felt that it might be better to talk to Wu Ming and transfer him to the Lake District.

So he went to find Wuming with two dark circles under his eyes. Wuming was shocked when he saw the circles under his eyes.

When Wuming understood Galie's purpose, he felt a little reluctant when he thought of the plan he was preparing to carry out:
"Are you going to the Lake District? You are a very capable businessman and you can do more in Yatan."

"I've been having nightmares lately," Gallie said. "It seems like the dead are telling me dreams."

"Dead people probably wouldn't do this..."

Wuming looked at Kalie's dejected expression and hesitated, not forcing him to continue.

"How about I help you find a therapist." Wuming said.

Gale asked: "Can I still find a doctor when I'm dreaming?"

"Yes." Wuming smiled mysteriously, "You should sleep well first, and I will find a doctor for you."

Turning around, Wuming approached Mikaela.

He ran to Asmi and stood far behind him. When Mikaela finished her performance, he finally stepped forward and said:

"I have to entrust you with something."

Michaela sat there for a while, then slowly turned to Wuming, with two dark circles under her eyes.

As a virtual image, this is of course a conscious simulation of Michaela's, but it also represents his exhausted spirit.

"Are you so tired?" Wuming was suspicious.

"Who would come up with such a cruel thing like PK?" Michaela looked at Wuming resentfully, her eyes dark.

"Patch and I came up with it together." Wuming replied very proudly, "I said we should add some elements of competition. The golden people like to watch fights and excitement, so Patch gave me this idea."

"Do you want me to die?" Michaela's eyes were bloodshot.

"But you don't have any pressure, you have always been the absolute king." Wuming encouraged Mikaela.

The corner of Michaela's mouth twitched, she picked up the disc and pointed at it, her fingers almost piercing the disc:
"But why do I have to compete with seven people in a row! I also bring goods for your caravan, and I also give people remote classes to teach them magic and the Golden Law!"

"I want to correct you on this." Wuming said, "Magic education is mainly the responsibility of Serui and Lake District. There are just some troublesome students who are forced to study for various reasons. They need your kind, seductive and charming people to teach them.”

Wuming touched his chin: "I should give you enough rest time. I just want you to perform singing and dancing, carry goods live, promote tokens, promote new clothes, try various delicacies in the caravan, and promote us as a model child Maternity and baby products, and teaching the perfumer some cure methods for hybrid evil..."

Wuming encouraged Michaela:
"Some competition is also a good thing. Haven't you heard of this story - surround the sheep pen around the thunder and lightning flowers, and the thunder and lightning will force the sheep to move back and forth, and the goats will become lively and full of electricity! This is called the Thunder Flower Effect." Michaela looked at Wuming for a while and sighed: "Now, what do you want me to do?"

"follow me."

After a while, Michaela looked at Gale who had fallen asleep and asked Wuming:
"You want me to comfort his dreams?"

Wuming nodded: "He is a talent. It would be a pity if his work is affected by his dreaming. Didn't you say you can dream? Come and see."

"Why does he have nightmares?" Michaela began to ask.

"The death of a companion." Wuming said, "He led his men to open up a trade route before, but encountered an accident and suffered some casualties."

"If you know the reason, it will be easy to solve." Michaela touched Caleb's forehead with his hand, and a dense purple mist enveloped his head.

Wuming felt a little familiar:

"It seems that Lani also used this thing to hypnotize Caleb."

Michaela said: "We gods also have to go to court and have some exchanges."

Michaela operated for a while and then retracted her hand:

"Well, he should no longer be troubled by the death of his companions."

"Is it that simple?"

Michaela asked back: "You want me to make it more difficult and charge more? The fee remains the same."

"I know that professional skills cannot be calculated using time." Wuming said, "I just want to ask you, can you give me a try too?"

"try what?"

"Let me not be bothered by the death of my companions." Wuming said.

Michaela observed Wuming for a while, then shook her head gently: "I can't do it for you."

"Is it like the charm doesn't work on me?" Wuming asked.

"Ability is one aspect." Mikaela said, "Treatment requires the patient's cooperation. First, the patient must have the willingness to be treated."

"Am I not going to cooperate?"

"I've treated a lot of people, and I can feel their pain and urgency when they beg me to treat them," Mikayla said. "You...I can't see that you're in pain."

"Am I not in pain?" Wuming pointed at himself.

"Do you find yourself in pain?"

"I feel like I'm in pain."

Michaela shook her head with a smile:

"I'm not taking any chances. I could try therapy, but that would put me in danger."

"What danger could there be?"

"Drowning people struggle unconsciously in order to survive." Michaela said mysteriously, "That will also hinder those who go into the water to save people."

"You want to say that pain is the root of who I am?" Wuming said.

"'Life is suffering', this is very..." Michaela pursed her lips and looked strange, "It is a very strong concept of life. Some people do think so, and it also constitutes their lives."

Wuming said: "Do you think I am such a person?"

"Then you have to judge by your life, to see if you can accept a peaceful life and accept the sameness." Mikayla said, "I judge from another perspective, which may not be accurate."

"What perspective?" Wuming asked.

Michaela considered it for a moment: "Echo, an echo in the body. It's like a subconscious mind, telling me where the bomb is buried and cannot be touched easily."

"Hmm... I don't understand." Wuming thought for a moment and admitted frankly, finally no longer entangled, "When Gale wakes up, remember to tell him to finish the work. There are still many things waiting for him to be busy."

Wuming felt that if Michaela was asked to help, Gallie's situation would get better.

What he didn't expect was that Gallie's symptoms became more serious.

He now indeed no longer saw his dead companions in his dreams.

Look at the dead ancestors instead.

"What's going on?" Wuming looked at Gale, who had darker circles under his eyes, unable to understand.

Wuming looked unkind and said to Michaela:

"It's not you who is playing tricks, is it?"

"Am I trying to trick my dead companions into turning them into dead ancestors?" Michaela asked, "I don't think the mental distress caused by ancestors will be greater than that of companions who live with each other day and night."

Michaela simply stopped hiding her identity this time and showed up to ask Gale:
"What is the specific scene in the dream, please tell me?"

Gale rubbed his forehead:

"Corpses, endless corpses, are wailing to me in the abyss, hoping to let them go and see the light of day again. My ancestors are telling me about the hardships that the merchants have encountered, hoping that I can save them."

Michaela said: "Do you remember what he told you?"

Gale nodded: "Remember."

"Don't summarize, repeat it in as much detail as possible," Mikayla said. "Pay attention to distinguishing which information is the information obtained in the dream and which are the details you add based on memory and experience after you wake up."

Galle describes in detail a long massacre in which people wailed, lamented, begged for mercy in the dark and lightless abyss, and finally despaired and went mad in the unresponsive darkness.

Then people stopped wailing in vain, and lights lit up in the darkness on the other side.There are constant deaths, and the survivors use the balalaika to express their grief and homesickness.

Gale closed his eyes, recalling the dream, and played the piece of music with his own piano and tickle bow.

Michaela thought for a moment and commented:

"It's so clear and logical."

"What does it mean?" Wuming was curious, "The quality of sleep is particularly bad?"

"Sleep quality is only one aspect." Michaela said, "People with strong inspiration, such as spiritual masters, can hear the wail of resentful spirits. If the opportunity is right, ordinary people can also touch the resentful spirits and be affected."

Gale stopped playing, heard what Michaela said, and looked at his hands:
"Am I being haunted by a resentful spirit?"

"But you won't receive such a clear message." Michaela said, "Ghosts rarely exist that can maintain such sanity. Only a few heroes and strong men have the ability to retain consciousness."

Gale said: "Does that mean you are haunted by the soul of a hero?"

"The greater possibility is that it is not a ghost, but a living person." Michaela said, "There is a conscious living person who uses some method to directly convey information to you."

"I know that my ancestors and the large caravan were buried under the royal city." Gale murmured, "Is there anyone alive?"

"Judging from the information conveyed, it is like this." Michaela said, "There are still surviving merchants in the sewers of the Royal City and deep underground, still lingering."

Gale looked at Wuming:

"Do you still remember that I once told you about the tragic experience of our nation?"

"There seems to be some impression." Wuming said, "There is a smell of barbecued animal meat in my memory."

Gale said solemnly: "I want to save my ancestors."

"The ancestors of the merchants..." Wuming said, "I heard that they were sealed together with Dianhuo?"

Wuming was a little hesitant. Mengt was very stubborn and asked him to unlock the seal. He didn't know what the price would be.

Wuming still remembers how many hardships he went through to unlock the seal of the snow mountain.

Galle continued: "My ancestors were merchants in the great caravan. They were the greatest merchants. The great caravan was once as rich as any country. They had rare treasures and rich business experience."

Wuming's face was full of justice: "Save, why not save if you can? Now ask the seniors to come out, we can't let them live in such darkness anymore, the sun will definitely shine on them!"

Zhengyi's face turned ninety degrees and looked at Michaela:

"There's something else I need to trouble you with."

"Can Mengt please unlock the seal?" Michaela guessed Wuming's thoughts.

Wuming nodded: "Didn't you convince him to unlock the snow mountain?"

Michaela spread her hands: "It's a pity that Mengt won't give me face. Epileptic fire is more dangerous than ashes and flames. He won't open it."

"What should we do?" Wuming thought, "How about... try the bronze snake? Since it's underground, we might be able to dig a hole somewhere else."

"If a seal is so easy to exploit, it wouldn't be called a seal." Michaela said, "And if such a big movement as digging a hole is discovered, the relationship with the Royal City will deteriorate."

Michaela asked Caleb:

"Are there not many survivors?"

Caleb nodded.

"And the caravan has many rare treasures, right?" Michaela confirmed.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Michaela thoughtfully said: "Maybe I have a way."

"Oh? Tell me quickly." Wuming said, "If you need any material support, just ask."

"I can do it myself. It may not work. I'll keep it a secret for now." Michaela said, "But if it works, you should be able to see your ancestors in a few days."

Michaela showed a mysterious smile and turned her deep eyes to Wuming:

"But I have one condition."

"What conditions?" Wuming said.

Michaela's deep eyes showed a smile, and then the smile disappeared. He pointed to his deep dark circles and said:
"Let me take nine consecutive days off. I'm not allowed to work during the holidays."

(End of this chapter)