Quantum Godhead

The hall is surrounded by seventeen high-backed chairs made of pure gold like a council seat. The seventeen people sitting on them are the largest shareholders of the goblin consortium. These people are the decision makers of the consortium. Most of them are goblins, and some Dwarf, at this time they were all covering their ears and listening to the roar of the haggard dwarf under the seat. Finally, a goblin who supported the handle of the seat couldn't help but said: "Your Excellency Mag Meka! I also lost a lot, I bought Half of my fortune is in that concentrated bitumen! And...."

But before he could finish speaking, he quickly lay down on the ground, and then a wrench slammed on the back of the pure gold chair behind the goblin with a bang, leaving a not-so-shallow crater.

"Grapp! Are you accusing me of ineffective protection?" The haggard dwarf under the table asked loudly, "Your greed sacrificed two ace controllers of the Gnome Mechanics Association! And in the end you lost those bird eggs !"

"It was too chaotic at the time...I was able to escape because of luck... I will bear the pension." Grapp touched the hole that was smashed on the back of the chair distressedly, Then he muttered.

"The loss of the Artisan Association is second to none! We urgently need a place to rebuild, but you actually let the residents of Northridan stay in the wood processing base on the edge of the consortium's territory!" Mag Meka roared: " Shamir! You used to be the Chief Technician of the Mechanics Association. And you, Mordoc, how much aid did you bastard get from Northeridan to become a shareholder of the Goblin Consortium?"

Just like there are many goblins in high positions in the Gnome Mechanics Association, there are also many dwarf shareholders in the Goblin Consortium. Among the seventeen most influential shareholders, five are dwarves.

After the pair of dwarf men and women named by Mag glanced at each other, Shamir spoke first. Her voice was a very typical dwarf female voice, as shrill as a child's: "Your Excellency Chief Technician, Ratchet City has no more people. The place is ready, we are trying our best to arrange it! But it will take some time. In the territory of the consortium, every place with good terrain is the private property of the shareholders. It is impossible for you to forcefully expropriate the land of a certain shareholder, which requires negotiation and trading! The most critical issue is that you are not even willing to transfer the subway shares in Northeridan..."

"Shamil is right, we are businessmen, not philanthropists." A somewhat hoarse voice came from the tallest pure gold chair in the middle, on which sat a wrinkled old goblin, who spoke in a calm manner. Jing said in a calm tone: "Your Majesty Mag Meka, from a personal point of view, I am very willing to help the refugees in the city of Northeredan, but you cannot let the shareholders spend money in vain."

Seeing that Mike was about to growl again, the old goblin quickly pressed his hands and continued, "I know that the subway in Northridan is almost intact. As long as the subway entrance in the crater is completely closed, it can be used as a hidden underground tunnel." How much benefit will the traffic line continue to use? Don’t think we don’t know, Mr. Chief Technician, after most of the Thunderbirds occupy the crater, it will almost become a forbidden zone. In the foreseeable future, except for your subway Besides, there is no other way to get through there safely and quickly."

"It's not something I can decide on my own! I need the Gnome Mechanics Association to work together..." Mag's angry growl had just begun, but was interrupted by the old goblin's voice.

"No matter who decides, Mr. Meg Meka, the goblin consortium only needs 40.00% of the subway shares." The old goblin said firmly, "afterwards, you can choose any place to rebuild in the consortium's territory."

"40.00%!? Old Fick! The goblin consortium didn't even pay out a single coin during the construction of the subway, and now they want 40.00% of the shares? Do you know how much time and money Northeridan spent digging through those subways? ?!" McGonagall heard that, the tangled hair and beard were about to stand up, and he stared at the old goblin with red eyes, but the other party was obviously indifferent.

"Yes, it's 40.00%, which is not too much, Chief Technician, you will know when you go back and think about it." The old goblin Fick replied calmly without raising his eyelids.

"Damn old thing! This is absolutely impossible!" Mag growled and cursed, then took off his two shoes and threw them at Fick, but the old goblin swiftly avoided them.

The chief dwarf technician swept around the consortium decision-makers on the seats for the last time. Those who were caught by Mag's fire-breathing eyes stared at his hands vigilantly, for fear that he would throw something over, but in the end the haggard man The leader of the mechanic association didn't say anything anymore, he gritted his teeth a few times in extreme anger, and then walked out of the hall barefoot without looking back.

"Uh, in fact, he can negotiate the price, Mr. Fick, it won't do us any good to push McGonagall..." Grapp said with a pity when he saw the chief technician leave. In fact, his psychological The bottom line is that 20.00% of the shares belong to the consortium, which is enough for the shareholders to share. After all, the goblin consortium doesn’t need to pay much, it only needs to provide a piece of uninhabited land, and due to the reconstruction of Northeridan, it is necessary to buy ratchets There are a large number of products in the city, and the reconstruction process itself can bring huge income to the consortium. It is definitely not a wise decision to force the mechanic association out.

"Don't worry everyone, I have a sense of propriety. If Mag Meka doesn't settle this matter, his position as chief technician will be lost, and I think he values ​​his position more than the interests of the Mechanics Association. 40.00%, he will trade with us sooner or later." The old goblin Fick came to a conclusion with confidence.

The rumbling sound of rocket jets began to be heard from the launch site outside the hall, and a whole team of electro-chemical powered mechas dragged their long tail flames towards the sky driven by high-strength compressed rocket fuel, and successive sonic booms spread one after another. Come, those terrible machines soon surpass the speed of sound.

"Fick is right. How many elite mechas did you count that Mag brought? The oldest model among them can fight against level [-] high-level professionals, and the speed can even reach those of level [-] blood knights. Supersonic speed." A female goblin wearing engineering glasses tapped the handle of the golden seat and said in agreement: "When Northeridan was facing a crisis, he still mobilized so many elite troops to protect himself, which shows that What goes without saying. For his own benefit, he will definitely compromise."

"Grap, how is your factory doing with the use of magic power cores instead of crystalline black ore as fuel for steam boilers?" the old goblin Fick asked suddenly.

"There's not much progress, Mr. Fick. My factory is only responsible for assembling and producing electrified power mechs. As for the core technology of electrified steam boilers, it's still in the hands of the Gnome Mechanics Association." Grapp shrugged and said.

"Next time Magmeka comes over, add this condition, all the technology about the magic power core." Fick shook his old skin and said: "If he still doesn't agree, then next time Come over and let's add something, he won't make up his mind without putting some pressure on him."

"What if you drive him crazy?" Grapp said, a little worried.

"That's not enough, hehe, the entire city of Northridan has been destroyed. Don't you think Mag is quite normal now? If someone who can become the chief technician is so fragile, he would have gone crazy long ago." Fick stood up with a faint smile, "But everyone must be prepared, in case he really loses his mind and comes to attack Ratchet City, it will be difficult..."

"McGonagall's position in the Mechanics Association is already in jeopardy. At this critical moment, he dare not do anything. Now there are people who want to replace him." The female dwarf Shamir said in a thin voice with half-closed eyes: "Only with the consortium Cooperation can stabilize his position, and I think the new Chief Technician will realize this soon."

The Baku Goblin Timber Processing Base is located on the edge of the Goblin Consortium, next to the territory of Northeridan City. This is the last station of the subway, and it is also the place where Northeridan exiles temporarily settled.

Several teams of steam machines of different models were guarding the subway entrance of the wood processing base, from which scattered refugees ran out from time to time, but compared with the chaos of the mass evacuation a few days ago, it is much better now.

Pooh the Goblin patrols the subway entrance uneasily in a hulking steam-tracked tank. So far, no one has reported from the evacuation of the 9th subway line. His family was assigned to that line. Yes, he couldn't help being anxious.

"Pooh, your Excellency the Chief Technician has already gone to Ratchet City to ask for help, and soon we will be able to dispatch our troops to investigate the No. 9 subway line." A young female dwarf at the fire control station comforted in a shrill voice.

"I hope so..." Goblin Pooh said weakly with drooping long green ears. His parents and relatives all work in the Gnome Mechanics Association. impression.Those in charge of the Goblin Consortium are all profit-oriented businessmen, and he really doesn't have much confidence in what decisions the consortium will make...

Suddenly the siren sounded at the entrance of the subway, and the password message from the dwarf alarm indicated that some unregistered unknown persons were approaching the subway entrance quickly, and the leader was actually...

"Steam spider tanks equipped for subway line 9!" Goblin Pooh exclaimed, this is the first time since the evacuation that personnel from subway line 9 appeared!

"Everyone beware! The one driving the tank may not be ours!" The commander's serious voice sounded through the sound transmission equipment. As soon as he finished speaking, all the war machines fired their guns, and the barrels of different thicknesses were aimed at the same time. A dark subway entrance.

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