After returning, Gao Peng had someone announce that the head of the Zhen family had contributed to the report and was promoted to the position of city magistrate of Wind City in Storm Country. He was in charge of all major business transactions in the city, as well as tax collection and supervision of the city's security. He had second-level law enforcement authority.
"Father, I have good news for you!" The eldest daughter of the Zhen family pushed open the wooden door and rushed into the house.
The head of the Zhen family, who was sitting on the chair and sighing, turned his head. Seeing that it was his favorite third daughter, his irritable mood improved a little. "What's the good news?"
"You've been promoted to city magistrate of Wind City by the governor!"
The head of the Zhen family blacked out.
This little thief is treacherous!
.....
"Phew — I've finally arrived." Outside the border city of Withered Country, a burly old man sat on the shoulder of a red-armored warrior, frowning as he looked at the humans coming and going in the city in front of him.
"I'm still one step too late. Maybe I should consider catching a speedy familiar? It's too slow, "the old man thought.
"Hmph!" Sensing its master's thoughts, the red-armored warrior under the old man snorted discontentedly.
"Okay, okay, okay. As long as you don't want other familiars," the old man comforted the familiar helplessly.
The red-armored warrior nodded slowly, staring at the city in front of him with bloodthirsty eyes. It couldn't wait to rush in and start a massacre.
"Don't be impatient." The old man stopped the familiar because he saw a lot of Ling people in the city.
If it was full of mutated people, perhaps he wouldn't have thought so much. But with so many of his own kind, the old man still had some concerns.
There was a strange look in his eyes because according to the old man's observation, the Ling people in the city didn't seem to be mistreated. Instead, they walked openly under the sun.
There were no enslaved marks on their necks or faces.
"What are these mutated people doing …" the old man muttered to himself.
Walking into the city, the streets of the city were filled with humans and Ling people.
There were rules posted on the notice board on the left side of the city entrance.
1. Private fights are prohibited in the city. Violators will be punished according to the severity of the case.
2. Property belongs to everyone's sacred and inviolable private property. It is prohibited to seize other people's property through any means other than legitimate transactions. Violators will be punished a hundred times more.
3. All transactions in the city are protected by humans. All legitimate transactions are subject to a tax of 2%.
4. Mutated people who choose to settle in Withered Country can enjoy three years of tax exemption.
5. The above three rules apply to all races.
6. The Human Alliance has the final right of interpretation.
What was that?
The old man frowned.
The things written on the signboard were quite interesting. At first, the old man had a scrutinizing look in his eyes, but later on, his gaze gradually changed.
Although the alien race had not experienced the era of the internet explosion, it did not mean that they were dumber than humans. It was just that they lacked experience.
"What kind of trick is this …" The old man shook his head.
However, from the looks of it, the human race that had returned to Jiutian Shidi after ten thousand years didn't seem to have any intention of starting an all-out war.
The old man's emotions were complicated as he restrained the killing intent in his heart.
It was said that the humans also had High God familiars. It would be best if there was no war. Having experienced the war ten thousand years ago, he knew the cruelty of war better than anyone else.
Too many of his old friends had died back then.
Walking along the city gate, the old man saw a newly renovated shop in the middle of the street.
The flow of people in the store was extremely terrifying. The people coming in and out of the store almost blocked the entrance and exit.
The old man followed the flow of people into the shop. On the shelves on both sides of the shop were some new things that he had never seen before.
"A radio … a sewing machine … a game console?"
The old man read out each word, his face full of confusion. What were these things?
"Should I buy two and try it?" The old man thought hesitantly.
.....
"Will this really work?" A White Dragon Clan elder asked doubtfully. Could those little things conquer the alien race? You must be kidding.
"Read through our income this month." Ji Hanwu signaled to his secretary.
The secretary nodded and then opened the PowerPoint. Rows of data appeared on the projector hanging on the wall.
"Wow … That's a lot."
"Are these alien race people so rich?"
Ji Hanwu saw that the atmosphere was right and continued, "Do you know how much you will lose if you start a war?"
"First of all, death is unavoidable in war, and the battlefield is ever-changing. What if the alien race's top familiars sneak behind our backs and start a massacre?"
Ji Hanwu's topic was very sharp.
The monster trainers from the tribe were silent.
"We may not be afraid, but what about our family and friends? They are very vulnerable. "
"Do you know why there is no war now? Because the alien race people have their concerns too. We are worried that they will not follow the rules, and they are worried that we will not follow the rules, "Ji Hanwu said.
"Unless we can eliminate most of the alien race people in a short period of time and capture all of their top masters in one fell swoop … But I'm sorry, we can't do that now."
"If we start a war rashly, even the winning side will need a long time to 'recover', and it will also bring pain and regret." Ji Hanwu said seriously, "So the purpose of this meeting is to hope that you can temporarily restrain your hatred. There are many ways to eliminate the enemy, not only physically, but also mentally."
"What is mentally?" Bai Tongming asked after a moment of silence.
"The cost of a radio is less than 20 dollars, but if we sell the radio to the alien race and use their currency to buy the materials, the profit will be a thousand times. We sell these items to the alien race and use the money we earn to buy all kinds of meaningful materials to cultivate our familiars. "
"But what if the alien race doesn't buy the radio?"
"We also have game consoles, televisions, washing machines, and all kinds of electrical appliances."
"But electrical appliances need electricity to be used, right? There are many places in Jiutian Shidi that don't have electricity, "a fashionable tribal elder asked.
"We can help them build a power plant, and then give the power plant management rights to the local alien race who is on good terms with us. At the same time, we can rope in a group of alien higher-ups," Ji Hanwu said matter-of-factly.
In the end, after agreeing to give these tribes a portion of the benefits, the tribes were finally pulled into the economic war chariot. They didn't have to worry about anyone holding them back in the economic war.
As for the specific implementation steps, of course, it wasn't as easy as Ji Hanwu said. The detailed steps were handed over to the professionals.
The top economists and financiers of all the countries in Earth Star joined forces.
On the other hand, in the Stormy Kingdom, Gao Peng had also stepped down from his position as colonial governor. After the largest rebel organization in the Stormy Kingdom was wiped out by Gao Peng, the remaining organizations became much more well-behaved.
Naturally, Gao Peng returned to Earth Star because he had more important things to do. He received a private message from Olu, and its parents came looking for him …
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