Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 399 Pioneer Daily

Lord's Mansion.

"They finally priced the newspaper at 0.1 contribution points per copy." Loulton reported to Heinehui.

“The price is quite reasonable.”

Heine nodded slightly.

If you only consider the ratio of contribution points to silver coins, then this is equivalent to 1 silver coin per newspaper.

Compared with the previous 30 copper coins, the price has more than tripled.

But if you take into account current prices...

This is normal.

McCalla's high-end market has largely stagnated since the Velitas left.

They will be returned to McCalla as extremely cost-effective resources and put into production and construction, thereby further increasing the value of contribution points.

Heine: "I believe in Quelkus."

There is more money but less goods, and there is plenty of food and clothing, which causes the prices in McCalla to skyrocket.

Heine nodded and said, "I hope they can distribute this income reasonably."

If nothing else happens, there will be a bunch of emerging industries and whimsical investments in McCalla.

Without those expensive enchanting props, equipment, scrolls and potions, as well as the expensive agency fees, everyone suddenly found that the money in their pockets could not be spent.

As for how to verify authenticity and how to protect your rights after being deceived...

For example, for Roger, being a street poet for many years and suddenly becoming the editor-in-chief of a newspaper is obviously more enjoyable than opening a pub.

As a currency that can buy "internal test codes", "skills" and "opportunities to become stronger", it is obviously more important than metal currency.

Ian also took a sum of money with him when he left.

It briefly describes the newspaper's current need for more guides and stories from outside McCalla.

When we can even achieve self-sufficiency in resources, this part of the money will be meaningless.

Heine shook his head: "It's not necessary. If something goes wrong at this time, then we might as well forget about it. Before the Velitas people come, we will be in chaos ourselves."

Loulton: "Do you really believe in the McCalla people?"

The greatest significance of such a huge effort is to bid farewell to the economic system dominated by the Velitas.

Loulton: "Yes, two hundred copies have been sold, just this afternoon, right in front of the pub."

McCalla's system neither mines nor synthesizes charging stones, but contribution points are constantly issued.

In Duoduo's words, the contribution point market independent of metal currency is like a spoon.

Although every 5 gold coins can be exchanged for 1 contribution point, there is still an endless stream of people doing this.

The money was then used to support the Jade Leaf Tribe's dealings with the Brotherhood, to pay for purchase agreements negotiated with the Temple, and to support the Splittoe and Coatal Tribes of the Zanro Plateau.

Relying on the disparity in exchange rates between the two, the Lord's Mansion took back the excess gold coins from the market.

But this time, the point of contribution comes.

It seems that everyone has their own cool points.

Lou Dun: "If something goes wrong, won't we care?"

Of course, all of this also has unique and necessary requirements:

reality.

Immediately afterwards, the Lord's Mansion began to recruit troops, train, and carry out projects. There was another wave of money throwing, and everyone had more money in their pockets.

Daily Pioneer

"They printed a total of 500 copies, right?" Heine asked.

Heine looked at the newspaper in his hand.

This is probably not a problem for a tavern owner who has been a mercenary, has many mercenary friends, and is also a non-staff member of McGregor.

As the first bard-led newspaper, its first edition was rudimentary.

"That's it. It looks like we can all sell out today."

Lou Dun was stunned for a moment, then showed a trace of an anthropomorphic smile.

Because the people of McCalla are paying more or less spiritual power to Yuanling Factory every day.

It scoops out McCalla's gold coins, scoops back the outside resources, and then soaks them in the pool of contribution points.

If this behavior lasts for a long time, McCalla will be able to say goodbye to metal currency - of course, the Lord's Mansion will have a reserve for emergencies.

Now it seems that they are already halfway successful.

Heine alone couldn't have come up with such an awesome plan, and it was also thanks to Ms. Qian Duoduo who went to Vilitas.

Heine still remembered the look in her eyes that seemed to shine when he told the other party her request and the complaints she made behind her back:
"Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen someone take the initiative to drain assets! This feels great!"

There are only three pages, and the largest one - about 50% is reserved for their "strategy", 40% is reserved for Langdon's story, and the remaining 10% is for recruitment:
【We need more stories! 】

"I'm beginning to understand why Quelkus trusted you."

"Then give me the handling fee for opening an account..."

"Can't reduce it."

"……Fine."

...

In the evening, after the tavern closed, the co-founders of the Daily Pioneer gathered for a drink. All 500 newspapers were sold.

After deducting the 7.5 contribution points to the Lord's Mansion, Roger left 5 points for Langdon, and everyone divided the rest according to their respective printing volumes.

Each person's income is between 5 and 10 points, which doesn't seem like much, but compared with carrying bricks, patrolling, and keeping vigil at a construction site, or going to Yuanling Factory, this is already doubled.

What's more, they also gained great satisfaction in the process.

“I think a thousand copies is our limit.”

Someone suggested: "Today someone went to the Silver Market to read the newspaper after getting it, and the same happened in two other towns. Later, sales did not increase much. It is probably for similar reasons. We need to find a way to solve this problem."

The companion was surprised: "What you said is a bit strange. Can we still prevent others from reading newspapers?"

"Then you can't look at it like this, right?"

"Didn't newspapers encounter this kind of problem before?" Roger asked.

Several people looked at each other, and then tried their best to remember.

"It seems that no one really read newspapers before. Who has the spare time..."

"If I was walking down the street and someone asked me to read him a newspaper, I would just think he was sick."

"Indeed, the newspapers are full of dense and large numbers..."

"Also, the names of many things are deliberately written in awkward words, and some are in Elvish, Zanluo, etc."

"Not only that, they have many methods..."

Roger quietly listened to his companions criticizing the previous newspaper company, and he also recalled the past.

Those days didn't seem like long ago, but they were already fading into a blur.

Because it itself is muddled and full of boring and repetitive passages that make people too lazy to recall.

No more than now, every moment seems to be extremely clear, profound, and full of power.

Suddenly, he picked up the wine glass and took a big sip.

"Do you hate these tactics?" he asked.

"of course."

"Does this need to be said?"

"Then if it's annoying, why do we use it?" Roger asked.

Everyone fell into silence.

After a long while, someone whispered:

"Wouldn't this cause us to earn less contribution points? I think this..."

"Less?"

Roger twitched his lips: "I think it's a lot, right? Compared to the 'strategy' we wrote, I think this is more like a strategy, but they can't follow it because the lord gave the only machine to We use.”

Someone said angrily: "Then they will just buy a newspaper and read it to everyone? It will be like a human-shaped bulletin board."

"Then what is his purpose?" Roger said amusedly: "He hates us?"

"Maybe so."

"But are we hated by others?" Roger asked back: "Don't forget what Lord Heine said, peace of mind. This is not just for us, but also for others. Can this deliberate method really make that guy feel at ease? "

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, I also saw it today. Old Jim couldn't read, but he still bought a copy and asked a child to read it to him. At that time, I also felt that this old thing was delaying our making money...

"But at that moment, I seemed to hear something ringing in my ears. It said 'No~No~'. The voice was so soft that I almost thought I was hallucinating, so I didn't care. After all, I didn't know. Something is wrong.

"But now that I see you guys discussing in such a lively manner, I suddenly feel something is wrong.

"It seems...I'm not so happy anymore.

"Rather than discussing this here, I still felt happier when I read stories to everyone yesterday. It's strange, right? You obviously earned contribution points, and you were obviously discussing how to earn more, so why were you unhappy? What do you think? ?”

The tavern fell silent, with only the sound of glasses rubbing against the table.

After a while, someone sighed and smiled helplessly:
"Hell, right after you said this, when I was reflecting, I seemed to hear a voice saying 'right~ right'. That voice was exactly the same as when my son first learned to speak."

"Me too……"

"Aren't you married yet?"

"You idiot, I mean you have a voice..."

"Okay, okay." Roger couldn't help but smile: "Then have we reached an agreement?"

"We listen to the editor-in-chief." My companion also smiled.

"Okay," Roger drank the remaining wine in one gulp: "Let's think about what to write in tomorrow's newspaper!"

"I've thought about this. Someone came to me before and told me about him and the first group of elf refugees in Greenleaf Town..."

"Coincidentally, the leader of Panshi Town, 'Ta', gave me a submission. It is said that he was at Yingxian Mountain..."

"Also, I have several submissions for the big event that happened in Cuiyeting..."

The atmosphere was heated again, but this time no one was thinking about "what if".

At the same time, Hegeland City was thousands of miles away.

Cathedral of the Winds of Winter.

Dylan walked up to the podium with a poker face.

(End of this chapter)