The Death Knell

"Comrade!"

The enemies of the God Group did not come, but the allies did. Su Ming stood up from the plastic horse the children were riding on and waved to the opponent in the sky.

"Comrade!"

The short pug man's soles in the suit were spraying fire, and he fell from the sky with great excitement. He hugged Deathstroke with tears in his eyes. Just when everyone thought that the Nuvali people who arrived wanted to thank Deathstroke for helping them avenge them, but the dog But he sighed:

"Why did you kill all our creditors?! You're so confused! They also owe you money."

That's right, the Nuvali people believed in the "Ten Thousand Years of Solitude" made up by Su Minghu, and thought that humans were also another creditor.

In fact, it is true that they want to seek revenge from the Beyond Protoss, but they also just want their enemies to apologize and pay off the commission they signed back then.

As for the fate of surpassing the gods? They didn't think about it, otherwise the 'adrenaline gun' wouldn't be just a non-lethal weapon.

The real point of difference between them and Deathstroke is also here. As a hateful alien that invaded the earth, Su Ming needs to surpass the gods and die; but the Nuvali people, as creditors, do not want the people they owe money to die, because then It's a bad debt.

But this difference was nothing to Su Ming. He just patted the dog-headed toad man on the back, knelt down and said:

"It's a small matter, comrade. The debt owed to you by the Transcendent Gods has been borne by us humans and will be repaid to you immediately."

"Really?" The pug opened its eyes wide, as if the golden and red armor had become brighter, and its tears rolled out again: "Are you sure you can take responsibility for this declaration on behalf of mankind? Comrade, this is a very serious matter, Our family respects the strong spirit of mankind, but this debt is really a lot."

"How much is it specifically? I've never asked you this before." Su Ming took the dog to a sand pit and sat down. He watched the dog start to pull the sand with its hind legs and asked with a smile.

"The three hundred billion tons of gold include the late payment fees for the original three hundred and seventy-seven thousand six hundred and fifty-five years, and a 2% liquidated damages."

The toad kobold immediately took out his device to contact the consortium headquarters, and at the same time recited a series of numbers quickly.

This number is the shame that their clan carries. It keeps appearing in every clan member's nightmare and cannot be forgotten even if they want to. After reporting to the consortium headquarters, he still looked at the death knell nervously, worried that he might regret it or feel that the number was too high, and added:

"The big bosses said that because of our gay relationship, the liquidated damages can be waived."

Seeing his worried look and the anticipation and fear in the dog's eyes, Su Ming laughed:

"Hahahahaha, that's it? I'll pay you here, but you are too honest in doing business. You have been running the zoo for more than a million years, and the fees are so low, and the liquidated damages are only 2%? This contract is too simple. "

"No, it's already too much. Late payment fees and liquidated damages are all just money making money. After all, we haven't given any material or energy. You humans may not have developed business to the level we have today. If one day, You will also understand that any trick of making money is slowly killing your own financial system."

The Nuvali people were very moved. He held the hand of the death knell with his little paws and shook it up and down. At the same time, he also gave a very serious warning, which was what the Nuvali people had gone through millions of years ago. detour.

Only when value and price are infinitely close can business behavior have the chance to become a social order, and this kind of fairness is what the corporate government needs.

You might think that the Nuvali Consortium is a giant trust, but in fact they are a three-in-one cooperative of production, supply, marketing and credit.

"Well, what about emotional value? What about values ​​that are difficult to quantify?"

Su Ming used strangulation to connect Xiao Fu's nerves and ordered him to pinch a golden planet while he continued talking to the dog with a smile.

"Nothing is difficult to quantify. If there is, it only means that technological development is not enough." The alien who had lifted the debt crisis of the race and became a hero was extremely excited at this time. It could be said that he answered all questions. He took out a A device that looks like a toy car remote control comes and is shown to Deathstroke: "Damn it if you surpass the gods!"

He cursed, and then a value appeared on the instrument, and then the value turned into another number, making the sound of gold coins, and floated into the money bag pattern on the side.

"Quantify all emotions, and then recycle emotions to sell money?" Franklin felt that it was an eye-opener. He seemed to have some inspiration, and he hit his palm with his fist: "By the way, emotions are also a kind of brain wave activity, and current transmission is also It means that energy is generated, and energy can be converted into value.”

The dog man smiled and pointed at the boy to show that he was right, and added:

"This device is the settlement tool we use internally. The consortium is willing to spend money to buy the various emotions we generate, because the emotions dissipate in vain, so it is better to use it to protect the environment."

"I do know that the 'Cosmic Truth Church' uses weird spiritual engines to drive battleships, but I didn't think about it in this direction for a while." Wanda looked at the props in the alien's hands, but quickly looked away, interested. Quack.

With chaos magic, most things in the three-dimensional reality can come true, so it doesn't matter whether you have money or not.

Her current goal is to explore the source of chaos, that is, where the chaotic energy comes from and why it is endless. Unfortunately, she has no clue at all.

While several people were talking, Franklin did not stop working. He activated his ability and transformed into a planet next to the Nuvali battleship.

It's not big, about the same as the moon, but the whole body is made of 99k gold, which is more than enough to pay the debt.

In the past, Su Ming felt that it was really unkind to rely on the Nuvali people for not paying back the debt even though he was so rich that he surpassed the gods.

But after I learned the specific number today, I suddenly thought about it. Could it be that the number was too small and these guys had forgotten it?

Of course, this is unlikely. Although gold is still a hard currency on earth, in the future, currencies linked to energy will become mainstream, and the Transcendent Protoss seems to have no concept of money. They should have started from the beginning. I never thought about giving money.

However, the Nuvali man saw that the golden celestial body was bigger than his own spaceship, and he felt numb for a moment. He said hesitantly:

"I've seen the money. You must have paid several times more, but how can we get it back?"

"Don't worry, the extra payment is actually the advance payment. I would like to deepen our trade relations with you. How about it?" Su Ming smiled and put his arm around the alien's shoulders and asked cordially.

He doesn't like aliens because his ancestors said that people who are not from my race will have different minds.

But a race like Nuvali that loves peace, has superb technology, and is very honest in doing business is really likeable.

"Of course, comrade, what deal do you want to make?"

When it came to doing business, the alien representative became energetic and his eyes were as round as light bulbs.

"I want to hire you to help me continue to take care of the barbaric continent. Of course, there will also be a space zoo in the future. There is no need to do anything complicated. It is just to maintain law and order and clean the environment, which is also the work of security and property management."

Su Ming pointed to the golden planet in the sky. If he agreed, the extra gold would be used as a deposit and would be teleported to his home planet immediately.

Humanity's technology is not lagging behind, because Deathstroke himself is also human.

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