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Chapter 808

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When they heard William say that the purpose of the two little robots going to Mars was to take care of the potatoes, most of the Facebook members were overjoyed.

Their recognition of his credibility suddenly increased infinitely.

One dollar was nothing to those who could afford a computer these days, but no one wanted to be cheated.

Even if William had been trapped on Mars for more than two months and had experienced several crises during this period, everyone could understand his eagerness to go home now that the rescue had arrived.

But most people would still be upset if they could not complete the game of guessing the weight of the potatoes. Fortunately, everything was not a problem now.

"Do you know how much money I will lose to keep my word and complete the game with you?"

William rubbed his cheek with his hand and said helplessly, "Not only does this spacecraft have to stay on Mars, but the original plan of bringing 100 tons of gold back to London has also been reduced to 50 tons.

According to the current gold price, 50 tons of gold is one billion US dollars less. Plus, this spacecraft has to stay here for the next 40 days.

If the spacecraft follows me back to London and is replaced with new energy, it can also take four days to achieve a round trip from London to Mars and back again.

In 40 days, even if it is only one trip every ten days, it is equivalent to losing 200 tons of gold and 4 billion US dollars. So, do you think I have lost a lot? "

This wasn't just a huge loss, it was a huge loss to his grandmother's house.

The audience was shocked by William's words and the loss of 100 tons of gold and billions of US dollars. They had not yet recovered from the shock of this astronomical figure.

However, they saw William's expression suddenly change and he laughed as if he had thought of something.

"Hehe, I suddenly thought that I may not be the only unlucky person."

What did this mean? Who else could be unlucky except for you?

But soon, an Englishman posted on Facebook that the Englishman was definitely more unlucky than William.

Because at the moment, England needed this batch of gold more than William.

"Haha, haha, it seems that someone has already guessed it."

William smiled and said with a laugh, "According to the current tax rate, if I use the company's name to transport the gold back, I have to pay 26% of the gold, or the equivalent in pounds.

If he used his personal name, he would have to pay about 40%. Although some of it could be deducted from expenses and charity, the final refund would definitely be in pounds, not in gold.

So, if I plan to use gold to pay the tax, it shouldn't be difficult for you to calculate how much gold the English officials will collect if this spaceship doesn't return to England, right? "

This time, the people of England could not laugh, but people from other countries around the world laughed.

Of course, William wasn't joking when he said it out loud.

Although paying taxes was unpleasant, the fact that he would transport gold back to London had already been made known to the world.

Everyone knew that if William dared to pay a penny less in taxes on the gold, the reputation of the House of Devonshire would be ruined.

However, it didn't change the fact that they had to pay taxes. How much they had to pay and how many times they had to pay a month was completely up to William.

If they were dissatisfied with the government of England, then the gold that was shipped back every month would all be placed on the moon.

William was the only one in the world who could carry out space cargo. There was no difference between the gold being placed on the moon, Mars, and the Devonshire Castle.

Because the gold was there, it wouldn't disappear or become less just because it wasn't shipped back this year.

However, for Tang Ning Street, with the current economic situation, losing hundreds or even 200 tons of gold every month was definitely an unbearable loss.

Perhaps when the news of the gold staying on the moon got out, the streets of London would be filled with groups of citizens coming out to take the road.

With this, William would not only be a threat in England in the future, he would also have economic influence.

"Alright, guys, that's all I can say." William spread out his hands, "I'm a Londoner, it's not a good thing for me to continue talking."

"After arranging the potatoes properly, I have nothing to worry about on Mars. On the contrary, returning to Blue Planet is the most important thing for me, so, if nothing unexpected happens …"

Looking at his watch, William said, "In two hours, I will set off for London."

When it was time to leave, William, who had been acting for two months, suddenly became pretentious, and he was a little reluctant to part with it.

Fortunately, the most important goal of this trip, the Magic Cube, which was the Space Gem, was obtained as he wished.

Moreover, during the process of coming into contact with the Space Gem, not only were there no twists and turns, he was like the home of the Space Gem, taming the gem as soon as he put it into the storage space.

His magic level had also increased by one level, and his strength had soared by more than ten times. Previously, he only had one cubic meter of storage space, but now, it was so big that William didn't know how to fill it up.

After greeting the audience, he turned off the live broadcast and walked into the spaceship that he had driven to Mars.

Passing through the sterilization room, he entered the warehouse and looked at the two small robots following behind him.

He pointed to the forty pots of potato seedlings, "Your mission from now on is to take care of these potatoes and maintain this spaceship and the live broadcast equipment for Blue Planet.

Only when the safety of the spaceship is guaranteed can you help the five engineering robots build this temporary settlement.

If there is an accident, you can drive the spaceship out of this cave, find a safe place on Mars, and wait for rescue, understand? "

"Understood, Mr. Devonshire."

After that, the two small robots began to take care of the forty pots of potatoes.

Their movements were smooth, without the slightest feeling of a novice. It seemed that the planting program that Sunday had developed with the help of the Blue Planet's food cultivation technology was not in vain.

"Sir, congratulations, the output of this batch of potatoes may exceed everyone's expectations. Your bet with the netizens on Facebook has greatly increased."

"Hey, Sunday, it would be boring if you said it now."

William laughed and looked at the small robot that could even scan the water content in the pots, secretly thinking in his heart.

Sometimes, cheating is that simple.

The bumper harvest of the first batch of potatoes gave the netizens a simple and direct comparison of the output of the second batch of potatoes.

In this case, the netizens thought that William would not carefully take care of the second batch of potatoes in order to ensure uncertainty and reduce the probability of being guessed accurately by others.

Therefore, in this bet, the netizens on Facebook did not guess the weight, but guessed all the numbers.

But now, with the careful care of the small robots, William even felt that the output of the second batch of potatoes was likely to be far more than 75 kilograms.

In this way, it would not be so easy to guess the correct number.

If William himself did not cheat, he would not be able to guess the exact weight.

As a result, the netizens who had filled in the numbers on Facebook before are likely to have been eliminated at this moment.

In this case, there is really no need for him to cheat, lest only a few people guess correctly, which is not conducive to Devonshire's plan to push Gold Coins to the market.

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