I cultivate mushrooms in warhammer

Chapter 71 Beautiful Warhammer (3.8k)

Not far from the entrance were fields of White Ridge Tobacco, and further away were fields abandoned due to disease.

The Sister of Silence approached the infected tobacco leaves, and the purple, black, gray, and other variegated colors on the leaves disappeared in an instant.

The manor manager was dumbfounded, followed by a burst of ecstasy, thinking his manor was saved.

But when the Sister of Silence moved away from the tobacco leaves, the symptoms of the disease reappeared.

The manager's expression collapsed, and he became listless.

The psychic expert picked up a tobacco leaf and examined it carefully for a moment.

Low Gothic, broadcast by the sonic array device, came from beneath his helmet:

"This psychic mold only infects plants and will not infect humans or poultry. Manager, accept your losses and burn all these tobacco leaves as soon as possible."

The Inquisitor nudged the frustrated manager with his elbow:

"Hey, did you hear what the psychic expert said? He told you to burn all the diseased tobacco leaves. If I pass by here next time and there are still these disgusting leaves in the manor, you'll be in trouble."

"Yes, sir, I understand." The manager looked at the psychic expert with hopeful eyes:

"Is there really no other way?"

"Tsk, you're really stubborn." The Inquisitor clicked his tongue impatiently and raised his eyebrows.

The psychic expert raised his hand and waved, appeasing the Inquisitor:

"There is a way, but the cost is beyond your imagination. The Biologis of the Adeptus Mechanicus might have a way to deal with this mold, provided you have enough capital to ask for their help."

"Okay… okay then." The manager became even more disappointed.

For the next half hour, the Inquisitor carefully inquired about the entire process of the outbreak.

About a month ago.

Someone came to the manor to promote fertilizer, giving the manager a sample bag.

Based on the principle that it's foolish not to take advantage of something cheap, the manager tried the new fertilizer in the manor's laboratory.

Who would have thought that overnight, all the tobacco leaves in the entire manor would be infected with mold.

This damned mold wouldn't kill the tobacco leaves, but would instead reside on them like a parasite, leaving the manager in a dilemma of whether to burn them or not, feeling extremely conflicted.

After listening to the manager's description, the Inquisitor patted him on the shoulder:

"Alright, don't be so depressed. I'll tell you some good news. The people who promoted the fertilizer to you are a group of illegal psykers. We're here to capture them this time. After they're arrested, you can ask them for compensation."

The manager silently nodded, not holding any hope for compensation.

As for retaliating against the illegal psykers.

Sigh, forget it. It would be good enough if they didn't kill him.

The people from the Department of Law and the Blackship Alliance left by car, and the oppressive atmosphere surrounding the manor dissipated somewhat, but sadness still lingered.

The manor was already severely in debt, relying solely on loans to survive.

Now they had to burn all the tobacco leaves.

Despair and pessimism occupied everyone's minds, and the scene fell into a stalemate.

"Cough cough." Li Nuo coughed lightly and took out a metal business card from his coat pocket:

"Let me formally introduce myself, I am the negotiation representative of Umbrella Biological Technology Company, you can call me Li Nuo."

The manager forced himself to cheer up, took the business card, and showed a wry smile:

"Hello, Li Nuo. As you can see, the manor is going bankrupt, we don't have the money to buy your company's products."

"Oh, okay." Li Nuo took out a second metal business card:

"Let me introduce myself again, I am the negotiation representative of Umbrella Asset Appraisal Company. Public market information shows that the asset-liability ratio of White Fruit Manor has reached 130%, the probability of bankruptcy in this financial month is 100%, and the net asset value is about negative nine million credits. Am I right?"

The manager's despairing expression showed some annoyance. Anyone who had their wounds exposed and stepped on would not have a good look:

"Yes, yes, yes, you're right, the manor is actually bankrupt, you don't need to remind me. When that damn bank seizes my manor, I will be reduced to a homeless dog, using the rest of my life to repay the debt. What do you want! Negotiation representative of Umbrella!"

The manager was close to roaring when he said the last few words.

Li Nuo remained calm and took out a third metal business card from his pocket:

"Let me introduce myself for the third time, I am the negotiation representative of Umbrella Non-Performing Asset Disposal Company. We are willing to acquire your manor and all facilities and inventory within the manor for a price of 50 million credits."

"Five million? You want to buy my manor for five million?! This five million isn't even enough to pay off my debts… Eh? That's not right."

The manager suddenly froze, clenching his hands into fists and raising them to his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"You you you you you just said how much money?"

"Fifty million credits, not five million. Cash, full payment, on-site transaction."

The manager's eyes lost focus.

The surrounding employees exclaimed, their shock far exceeding their surprise.

"Is this guy crazy? Buying our manor for 50 million?"

"Why doesn't he go buy those that are operating normally?"

"Could it be a scam?"

Li Nuo looked around, meeting everyone's gaze and said:

"Fifty million, cash full payment, I mean what I say. However, I have a few conditions."

Li Nuo stared at the frowning manager:

"The first condition is that I want all the shares of White Fruit Manor.

"The second condition is that all of you must start working immediately after I complete the acquisition.

"The third condition is that the asset price of the manor itself is worth at most 30 million credits, but the White Fruit family's industry experience and connections make me willing to pay an extra 20 million. I hope you will do your best to meet my production and sales requirements."

The manager looked down at the three business cards in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"I demand verification of funds."

Li Nuo took out a data pad and opened the Umbrella Group's fund account.

Cash: Eighty thousand Throne Gelts in total.

Converted into credits, it would be eighty million.

The manager's chest rose and fell sharply:

"I need to discuss it with my family. The shares of the manor are scattered in the hands of various members of the White Fruit family. I personally only own 33.3%."

"No problem, please give me an answer as soon as possible."

The manager hurried away, leaving the employees looking at each other.

Li Nuo took the opportunity to bend down and pick up the soil and stones that had been stepped on by the Sister of Silence and put them into his pocket.

The employees were confused, but didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, the manager came back, followed by an old man with gray hair and a face somewhat similar to the manager.

"Mr. Li Nuo, may I ask, what does the Umbrella Group want the manor to grow?" The old man's voice was turbid, relying on a speech synthesis device in his throat to communicate with people.

"We want to grow White Ridge Tobacco."

The old man was caught off guard by this answer, hesitatingly replied:

"But White Ridge Tobacco has suffered a disease…"

"Yes, we know. Our Umbrella Biological Technology Company has more than three thousand patents in the field of biology, one of which happens to be able to solve the disease problem of White Ridge Tobacco."

More than three thousand patents in the field of biology, this is not Li Nuo bragging.

Yesterday, when he used the system for automatic simulation, he not only discovered a mold that could deal with the psychic mold, but also harvested countless new fungi.

Li Nuo spent heavily to register all these fungi, harvesting a large number of patents, greatly enriching the patent library of Umbrella Biological Technology Company.

The old man excitedly inquired:

"Then can you share the patent with us for a fee?"

Li Nuo flatly refused:

"No, we have no intention of sharing patents, we just want to acquire your manor."

An employee next to him whispered:

"Could it be that Umbrella is poisoning us?"

As soon as this remark came out, it aroused a thousand waves.

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"It's possible! The illegal psychic that the Imperial Enforcement Department wants to capture might be this person."

"First use germs to bring us down, and then buy us at a low price. It's too bad."

Sure enough, conspiracy theories have a market no matter what world you're in.

The manager and the old man looked at Li Nuo with unpredictable eyes, obviously somewhat believing these conspiracy theories.

Li Nuo clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet, and said calmly:

"Don't forget that I came in with the Silent Sister and the Imperial Enforcement Department's Judge. If I have any problems, they will never let me go."

The scene became quiet.

Those who ridiculed Li Nuo recalled the awe and fear they felt when facing the Silent Sister, and couldn't help but shudder, their belief in conspiracy theories wavering a bit.

Li Nuo continued:

"If our company is really the instigator or accomplice in harming your manor, then you will have made a big profit. You can not only get our money, but also legally occupy the manor as compensation. Am I right?"

The manager and the old man fell into deep thought.

The employees whispered, some updating the version of the conspiracy theory, continuing to ridicule Umbrella, but some also agreed with Li Nuo's statement.

Li Nuo was not in a hurry, nor was he annoyed, just standing there calmly.

After a long time, the old man asked in a negotiating tone:

"Could the requirements for the shareholding be slightly relaxed? When I founded this manor, I just wanted my descendants to have a support. Now I no longer expect the manor to regain its former glory."

"I only hope that after I leave, my descendants can live a little easier. And the surrounding employees, they and their parents are also old employees here, witnessing the rise and fall of this manor…"

The manager's eyes were red, and the employees were silent.

Li Nuo had expected this, and opened the document on the data panel for the old man to read.

The old man read it carefully, with surprise on his face:

"Are you sure? Such generous conditions are really… really beyond my imagination."

"I'm sure. I hold 71% of the shares, the White Fruit family 20%, and the employees collectively hold 9%."

"What is employee stock ownership?" a young worker asked.

Li Nuo looked at him, then glanced at the other confused employees, and briefly explained:

"All the workers in the manor can own shares in the manor, and each financial month, dividends are distributed according to the amount of shares held. The more the manor earns, the more dividends you will receive."

The employees' faces lit up with joy, and the gazes they cast on the old man and the manager became fiery, wishing they could rush up and help them sign the contract.

"Let's discuss it further, we can give you an answer in half an hour at most. Please come with us to the main building for a rest."

The old man returned the data panel to Li Nuo, turned sideways to invite Li Nuo to follow him, his pace obviously becoming much lighter than before.

Li Nuo was not in a hurry, it would be good to negotiate the transfer in the next two days.

He walked along the field path towards the main building, on both sides were fields full of White Ridge Tobacco, and many agricultural facilities were shut down due to the disease, standing on the farmland and turning into sculptures.

In its peak era, White Fruit Manor supplied more than 80% of the raw materials for sun-dried cigarettes in the entire Nest City, and its net asset value reached a maximum of 520 million credit points, which is 520,000 Throne Coins.

If it hadn't been for the disease for several years in a row, it would never have been so cheap.

Half an hour later, it was evening.

The artificial sunset cast golden glory on the manor.

The servants of the main building led Li Nuo to the banquet hall.

Here, Li Nuo met all the core members of the White Fruit family.

In order, they were the elderly head of the family, the head of the family's son - that is, the manor manager, the head of the family's daughter-in-law and three grandsons, next to the daughter-in-law was the head of the family's daughter, son-in-law and two granddaughters, two grandsons.

The manager came to Li Nuo and extended his right hand, with a bright smile of relief on his face:

"Let me formally introduce myself, I am Pamir White Fruit, the manager of the manor. Please enjoy dinner here first. Later, we will discuss the details of the equity transfer plan in the study."

Li Nuo raised the corners of his mouth and shook hands with Pamir forcefully:

"I'm glad you made the right decision."

"Yes, I also think this is the right decision. I have to go to the bank to lift the pledge as soon as possible, otherwise those damn vampires will suck our assets dry."

Pamir complained about the bank and introduced the other members to Li Nuo.

Everyone sat around the rectangular dining table, the silver candlesticks on the table had been lit, and the servants quietly handed up cutlery and pre-dinner appetizers.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room through the half-open stained glass windows, casting golden pillars of light.

The children laughed and played in the light, giving Li Nuo, who saved the White Fruit family, their favorite candies.

Looking at the harmonious scene in front of him, Li Nuo's mind swayed for a while.

Before crossing over, no matter how hard he studied and worked hard, it was unlikely that he would live in a detached house and control a vast manor.

But now, he did it.

Dad, Mom, can you see it?

I'm living well in the Warhammer world, and in the future, I will spread my branches and leaves like the White Fruit family.

Don't worry, I will live well.

"Hey, uncle, why are you crying?" The little girl poked Li Nuo's arm with her white and tender fingertips.

Li Nuo smiled gently:

"The setting sun is a bit dazzling, it's normal to cry."