At Olympus Volcano on Mars, William, who was processing rubies, had just finished listening to Sunday's report that some Americans were eyeing him because they were afraid of the spacecraft's performance.
He was happily thinking that his provocation of the relationship between the United States and England had finally borne fruit.
But he heard Lena and Abby's idea again from Sunday.
He couldn't help but stare blankly. He really hadn't thought about turning gold into gold coins.
He thought about it and immediately felt that it was a good idea.
Thousands of years later, as long as gold was still a precious metal, no matter how society changed or how history evaluated him.
At least he, the Grand Duke, would be remembered by more people with gold coins.
With this, William suddenly felt that even if the gold coins were in his hands, he could just throw them in the castle's basement to collect dust. Anyway, the gold bricks were placed in the warehouse to collect dust.
And people were alive, after solving the problem of survival, they were only thinking about fame and fortune. Before they died, they probably only thought about their sense of existence in the world.
That was why the ancient emperors were so concerned about their own lives.
It was just to let the world remember them.
There were even a few people who still had the idea that if they could not be famous, then they would be infamous for ten thousand years.
Fortunately, Europe was different from Asia. Not only the emperor was qualified to leave his reign on the coins.
William, as a hereditary Grand Duke, was qualified to print his own head on coins.
Of course, public issuance was definitely not possible, but it was completely fine as a commemorative coin and gold.
As for using gold coins as trading objects in private, as long as it was not fake and the other party accepted it, no one would care.
Now this batch of gold was no longer a matter of money. Even King Philip of England would be willing to buy a ton of Martian gold at double the price to make gold coins.
No monarch could refuse to leave more of his mark in the world.
So William smiled at the live broadcast ball and said, "I just thought about it. After all, the World Children's Fund is not a commercial organization.
In case the gold price falls, it will cause unnecessary trouble for the fund.
So, there should be people watching the live broadcast. "
In the face of William, who had just said that he would donate ten tons of gold, it would be strange if the people from the UNICEF did not pay attention to him.
Just as he was wondering if William had changed his mind and was going to donate cash directly, he heard,
"I'll give you two choices. One, I'll donate two hundred million USD in cash. Two, you can continue to collect ten tons of Martian gold."
William asked first because if the gold was worth less than 200 million USD, people would praise him for being generous.
But in the current situation, if he planned to make gold coins, then the 100,000 gold coins made from ten tons of gold would very likely be worth more than 200 million USD.
At that time, even if he donated the gold, he would still be scolded.
Fortunately, although there were smart people, just like how William deliberately mentioned that the Children's Fund was not a commercial organization.
Many people in the Golden Foundation had thought of the selling point of the Martian gold, but if they were to operate their own gold products, they would lose the purpose of a non-profit organization.
In the long run, this was a greater loss than earning more money.
Not to mention other things, just the loss of reputation would make it difficult for the fund in the future.
What's more, William, who had already donated nearly 700 million pounds, deliberately mentioned the word "non-profit", which made them even more wary.
Therefore, after the heads of the foundation compared the gains and losses, they quickly reached an agreement.
Since they couldn't make a profit themselves, they would help William, the big financial backer. Maybe the financial backer would be happy to see them so cooperative and donate another sum of money.
The Golden Foundation soon held a press conference to publicly thank William for his generosity and expressed that they were a non-profit organization and could not use the first batch of gold shipped back from Mars to make a profit, so they could only accept cash donations.
There were also smart people among the reporters. As soon as the Golden Foundation spokesperson finished speaking, someone asked about how to use the Martian gold to make a profit.
But as long as it was a sensible person, they wouldn't answer directly.
First of all, the Golden Foundation didn't know what William was thinking.
Second, the effect of some things being said was not as good as the effect of others guessing. What's more, the public discussion was a rare publicity opportunity.
At this time, William, who was continuing to search for gems on Mount Olympus, was stunned when he heard the contents of the Golden Foundation's press conference reported on Sunday.
Then he smiled. It seemed that there were indeed many smart people in the world.
But he didn't reply immediately. He pretended not to know and continued to search for gems.
He had to leave more time for the media on Blue Planet to spread the news to achieve the purpose of publicity.
After searching for almost an hour, William, who had lost interest, began to look for gems on the surface, but his real goal had changed to looking for rocks suitable for loading volcanic ash.
Anyway, Mars was now his alone. Since he had found a nest of rubies as a gimmick, it would be strange if he had the patience to continue looking for gems.
Nothing was valuable when there were too many of them.
Besides, he needed to stay on Mars for a long time.
About two kilometers down from the peak, he came to the edge of a cliff and saw a lot of volcanic rocks.
William smiled and said to the live broadcast ball, "It seems that today's luck has run out.
Let's use these volcanic rocks to make forty potato-growing flower pots.
Otherwise, the volcanic ash will be sprinkled directly in the spacecraft and make a mess. "
After that, William used the laser on the armor and spent a lot of time cutting forty rectangular flower pots the size of small suitcases on the volcanic rocks.
"Okay, now that the tools for loading soil are ready, the next step is to find a place with geothermal heat and suitable for digging.
Fortunately, as long as it's volcanic ash, it's definitely suitable for the growth of plants.
I don't have to use human waste to compost. Otherwise, I don't know if I'll have the courage to eat potatoes in the future. "
When the audience who had done farm work heard the word compost, they quickly understood what human waste was.
It was a pity that they couldn't see William fiddling with his own feces. Otherwise, it would be very interesting.
The headline on the front page of tomorrow's newspaper would be disgusting.
William transported all the flower pots back to the spacecraft and drove the spacecraft to the middle of Mount Olympus, where there was geothermal heat. He began to repeat the steps of digging soft volcanic ash with a convenient shovel and transporting it back to the spacecraft.
After a few hours, William, who was digging and chatting, calculated in his heart. With five or six hours of broadcasting, the Blue Planet must have discussed the matter of gold.
Sunday's report said that many TV guests had already thought of the gold, and many viewers had expressed their willingness to collect it.
He sped up and filled the last few flower pots in one breath.
Back on the spacecraft, he cleaned the dust on the armor in the disinfection cabin, walked into the cockpit, and opened the communication with the London Space Center.
He heard the news from the Foundation from the center.
He pretended to be surprised, then smiled and said to the live broadcast ball, "Does this count as good karma?"
Good karma my ass. The reporters in the conference center couldn't help but roll their eyes. These words could only fool children.
They would be idiots to believe that if William didn't think of the gold, he wouldn't be so kind as to take out cash.
But the Children's Fund didn't dare to accept gold, so what could they do?
After the event, they had to praise the fund's management in the newspapers for their professional ethics.
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