Stratholme God

   Chapter 857 Free is the most expensive

  McDonald instantly connected to the system chat group: [Brothers, no nonsense, hang (Junchen Tianya) on the street light first. 】

  【Good! 】All the sand sculptures echoed in unison.

  At the end of winter and spring, it was still cold and windy outside, and he was eating hot pot [Junchen] at a loss, screaming: "Wait, what have I done? There is always a crime for crime, right?"

  【The man who fell in love with pigs】: "I don't know wow, anyway, let's hang up first."

   The filthy gods who were still calling [Junchen] brothers and sisters took ten steps back in unison, and they were all about to stick to the corner of the room, nodding their heads in unison: "The filthy gods are responsible for this, and I hereby sacrifice a leader."

   "Fart! You are selling me!" [Junchen] struggled.

   The next second, he was desperate.

  [Sniper No. 11] said sternly: "The crime of [Junchen Tianya] is [Junchen Tianya]!"

   All the sand sculptures suddenly realized - you are right!

  Uh, just like that, a certain dirty **** sect leader hung up the street lights again.

  Cough!

   Aside from this farce, McDonald turned his eyes back to his eyes, then silently moved his eyes away, and continued solemnly: "It's a major transaction related to the foreign trade of the night elves."

   "Oh--" The cadenced ending sounded very well expressing the personal disappointment of the owner of the voice, and the helpless prudence that followed.

  Tyrande changed his posture, from left Erlang leg to right Erlang leg, just the small movement of changing the posture of his legs made McDonald's heart cry.

your sister! The high priest's offensive is getting more and more aggressive!

   I don't know if it was her intention, or Elune's encouragement behind her, or both.

  Hi, it's not just the system behind me that can guide the stars to fall.

  McDonald didn't say anything. Anyway, Elune was willing to smash the voters, so there's nothing to dare.

   Now he doesn't mind eating bait, but he really minds paying for it. He doesn't want to work for Elune.

   After two minutes of trouble, the two finally seriously discussed the so-called py transaction.

In the past, there were frequent wars, and the backward productivity of the night elves could not meet the needs of continuous wars. They imported a large number of weapons and equipment to the Stratholme Federation, such as over a million mithril arrows, etc. In addition to the previous daily trade, it was actually in a serious situation. trade deficit.

   This problem is very serious, and it is no longer to the extent that a mere labor dispatch can smooth it out.

   The key is that the system does not allow random money to be given to the dark spirits. Even if McDonald's doesn't charge the dark spirits' ocean transportation fees, etc., it is still uncertain.

  The market of the primitive society, which is backward of the night elves, is destined to be overwhelmed by various industrial products that can be mass-produced.

   The worst thing is that this demand is still one-sided.

It's a bit like the trade between rabbits and eagle sauce on the earth at this time. The world is tortured by the epidemic, and the transportation and transshipment of the terminals are not normal. The society urgently needs a lot of products. As a result, it has become a standard container for the rabbit to go to the eagle sauce. Shipping costs more than $30,000.

   In order to make money, the owner of the boat was not even willing to wait three more days for the produce loaded with eagle sauce to come back.

   This is disguised as a boost to the inflation of the Eagle sauce.

  The rabbits on Earth can ignore Eagle Sauce, but McDonald on Azeroth can’t watch the fragile market of night elves collapse.

  Countries with backward economy and technology are the best at selling agricultural products, but dark spirits don’t do much farming.

   McDonald's finally found a great item.

   "High Priest, are you interested in selling dirt?"

   "Mud?" Tyrande slightly raised his bluish eyebrows.

"Yes! It is the most common soil. Of course, the more vitality the better. You know, a large area of ​​soil in the Eastern Kingdom has been contaminated by natural disasters and plagues. It may take hundreds of years to remove slowly. What will happen to the rations of the people of the Alliance during this period? ? The fields cannot be restored, the food pressure is too great, and the alliance cannot withstand any major war."

   "That's right, then what?"

"The soil contaminated by natural disasters and plagues originally used flames to purify the soil, and then dumped it into the endless sea. However, recent research has found that even the vast endless sea cannot eliminate the impact of soil pollution caused by severe natural disasters. We continue to dump at will, not only are the fishermen's catches declining, but there may even be undead fish."

   This time, even Tyrande frowned so much that his brows almost stood up.

  The ghost knows whether the undead plague will spread infinitely in the sea.

   McDonald continued: "Our temporary approach is to first find a place to store the highly contaminated plague soil, and then slowly purify it a little bit."

   "Where does the heap exist?" Tyrande asked tentatively.

   At this stage, the pollution of Arathi is definitely the most serious, and it was good to put it there. After all, the highlands are mostly elemental creatures and barren rocky areas. It is a pity that it is the ancestral land of human beings. Even if human nations can't handle it, it won't increase the pollution there.

   What if the undead come and go with a carbine after it becomes a completely polluted area?

   "My tentative thought is - Durotar."

   Tyrande's eyebrows stretched out: "Not bad."

   is the so-called dead Taoist friends do not die poor Taoist.

   Anyway, the original site of Orgrimmar has been polluted by Archimonde's Burning Legion, so don't care about more.

  The general idea, Tyrande understood.

   McDonald wanted to transport the wasteland of the Eastern Kingdom, and then transported the fertile soil of Ashenvale or Felwood Forest to improve the soil quality there.

   "Of course, there is another reason for so much trouble. The soil at the border between Azshara and Ashenvale on your side is a bit special. Our scientists named it - Rare Earth!"

"Um?"

Among the rare earths, lanthanum is used in alloy materials and agricultural films; cerium is widely used in automotive glass; neodymium is widely used in aerospace materials... Scandium is often used in the manufacture of alloys.

  The elite operators under McDonald's searched all over Azeroth and found that the rare earth content on the dark side is the best.

  McDonald said about the role of rare earths, and Tyrande was surprised.

   For the night elves, Azshara is a dispensable site. It is purely to maintain the voyage needs of the alliance, so the alliance builds a port in Azshara. I didn't expect this place to have such a treasure.

   The key is that McDonald regards it as the territory of the night elves, and unreasonably offers a price that Tyrande cannot refuse - this price directly benchmarks the international steel price.

   "So valuable?"

   "Well, I don't have the habit of deceiving my allies. This is raw rare earth. If the rare metal obtained after separation and purification, depending on the type and function, the price is probably ten times to dozens of times that of steel."

"I understand." Tyrande said, suddenly his jade arm stretched out, grabbing McDonald's collar and not letting him escape, a jade face slowly approached, and the smile on his face became more and more charming: "Actually, ,Talk about money hurt feelings……"

  McDonald almost wanted to raise his hands on Mount Hyjal and forcefully push it out.

  Although talking about love often hurts money, he has money, but what Tyrande wants is money?

   He controlled his excitement well: "Uh, my philosophy is - free is the most expensive. I don't want to spread it out. I use the position of the leader to bully the member states of the alliance."

   (end of this chapter)