Something's wrong with my undead

"How's it going? Have you figured it out?"

After the magic network was repaired, an old man asked anxiously in the administrative building of Lion King Trading Company in Area 3.

In front of him was a group of scholars wearing glasses, who were currently surrounding a silver-white sphere that was somewhat similar to the Shadow Essence.

This is a piece of "mana essence" and can be regarded as the processor of a magic computer.

When the void disaster broke out, this thing turned black and purple, and a dizzying distorted light was released from it. Just looking at it made one feel dirty, so one was always bound by the magic circle.

It was the "global cleansing" that covered the entire Veritas yesterday that dispelled the pollution.

At this moment it was suspended in the air, with a control console carved out of mithril and lavender magic crystal below it.

Two meters away from the control console stands a water curtain, which looks like a lake with ripples caused by the breeze, and now the ripples are surging, as if something is brewing.

"Don't worry, it's no use."

A young scholar adjusted his glasses and said calmly:

"The operation of magic power cannot be hurried, and the calculation process cannot be accelerated. The only thing you can do is relax and relax again, so as not to be frightened by this terrible result."

His name is William Cummings, not a researcher, but Lion's chief financial analyst.

The reason why he was able to hold a high position at such a young age was not only because his predecessor died of a strange beast, he had outstanding abilities, and the times provided him with a stage, but also because he was the son of Ms. Melvin Cummings.

Others attract investment by analyzing financial statements and researching the market day and night, and then looking for investors on the streets.

All he had to do was go home and say hello to his mother.

After all, in addition to owning Opry, the production company of the Void Capsule, Ms. Melvin Cummings also has countless admirers.

With just a glance from her, wealthy men would break down the door of William's office and kneel down to beg him to manage their property, just to get him to say a few good words to Melvin.

Considering that Lion King had at least twenty clients who had close relationships with this guy, the old man, the market investment manager standing in front of him, suppressed the urge to curse.

Even if we take a step back, William was borrowed from other financial sources, so it is not easy to blame him.

It's definitely not because of fear of his background.

At this time, the water curtain began to shake violently, and then a series of information emerged.

"coming!"

The old man took a deep breath and looked carefully.

Gradually, his mouth opened wide, with disbelief written all over his face.

"This is impossible!"

He suddenly shouted, "We, we laid off so many people in the past eight months!"

It shows a series of economic indicators, such as gross domestic product, unemployment rate, industrial production index, bank deposits and stocks, etc.

As soon as the magic network was restored, they re-aggregated the data from various places and recalculated them, striving to have a comprehensive understanding of Veritas.

Because uploading data in the magic network requires permission, and the person responsible for uploading the data must also undergo a "mantra" test, the accuracy of the data is beyond doubt.

However, compared to the last statistics before the Void Disaster, Veritas's situation has not deteriorated significantly, but has improved slightly...

Most indexes remained the same as before, and the unemployment rate was only 11%, a decrease of 6 percentage points.

"There must be something wrong with the data! Their mantra has probably been cracked by someone!"

The old man turned around and went to find the technical department.

"Wait a minute!"

William called him, tapped his finger on the operating table, and called up a set of data.

"You take a look at this first."

"Is this... the data okay?"

The old man frowned.

It shows that during the more than half a year when the magic network was paralyzed, 70% of Veritas's companies that were highly dependent on the magic network went bankrupt, and half of the remaining 30% were forced to disintegrate and transform.

In other words, in just eight months, the companies on the market have basically changed.

Such a tragic situation was recorded, which means there should be no problem with the data...

But where did all these unemployed people go?

Who will repay the bankrupt company’s loans?

Money can't just fly out of a person's body, right?

Unless someone comes to the rescue...

Is this reasonable?

This is unreasonable!

With companies going bankrupt and the economy in turmoil, how can people still invest on a large scale?

Besides, as a senior executive of Lion Trading Company, how come he has not heard about related matters?

Suddenly, he had a bold idea.

"Was it the Council of Six who did it?" he asked in a low voice.

"They only know how to put the money into their own pockets. How can they possibly use the money to revitalize the market?"

William sneered and said, "It was the Basque Chamber of Commerce. He united almost all the dwarven capital in Veritas, integrated their money, and invested in many industries during the paralysis of the magic network, such as logistics and postal services..."

"Wait, are they using airships to transport it? Didn't the price of energy stones increase 40 times?"

"No, he relies on the pilot."

William pulled up the relevant information on the water curtain and read it with great interest: "It's incredible. I should have thought of it earlier. Someone has hoarded the energy stones, making their prices high. As a result, the original airship logistics costs were high and were forced to be interrupted. In addition to the shipyard, the airship race was also hit...

"So, there is a market for pilots and flying competitions. The Basque Chamber of Commerce hired a large number of pilots at low prices, including many former 'aces'. Then he let these mages who are proficient in flying act as 'couriers' and 'messengers', responsible for logistics and postal communications. At the same time, he founded the paper media "Truth in Hand"... Wow, this is really... a genius imagination!"

As William watched, his eyes widened!

From these news, he saw a huge, brand new business empire!

With pilots as the core, the Basque Chamber of Commerce spent a huge amount of money to build a business system that is completely independent of the magic network.

In the face of the disaster, and with people already on the verge of unemployment, the pilots' prices were extremely low, and they did not refuse jobs such as couriers and messengers.

What's more, the "survivors" among them who perform well - those who have not been swallowed by the rift after multiple missions - can switch to become professional players and return to the flying competition scene.

The Basque Chamber of Commerce then held a round-the-island flying competition in a safe area near each island.

Although no tickets are required to watch the game, and you can watch it sitting at home, specific locations are obviously excellent viewing points, so these places have been operated as venues similar to open-air taverns and phantom theaters.

Entertainment, social venues, cheap drinks and food.

This suddenly became the main form of entertainment for ordinary people who lacked entertainment during the period of Internet outage.

Therefore, based on this "community culture" established in a short period of time, the Basque people formed their own flying clubs on various islands, focusing on the theme of "local players fighting for the islands."

This immediately distinguished it from the previous model where a consortium funded the establishment of a club to perform for respectable people, and became a kind of "community entertainment for the sinking market."

Then, using flying competitions as a selling point, the Basque Chamber of Commerce launched a series of products - in addition to the previous gambling industry, there are also a variety of experiences such as "club surroundings", "club base day tour", "flying experience with players", "private flying courses", etc.

At this point, the star pilot is no longer a high-level extraordinary being, but a neighborhood messenger who speaks and behaves gently and is within reach.

This gave rise to a subtle experience——

Maybe he personally put the envelope into your mailbox the day before and said hello to you.

But today, he fought for the island, successfully crossed the finish line first, and raised the trophy in his hand surrounded by the islanders.

And tomorrow, he will fly low over you again, give you a friendly smile, drop a package enchanted with Slow Fall, and shout—

"Please sign for your delivery!"

What a dreamy experience!

Not to mention that the prices of these experiences are quite affordable, so there is no need to worry about sales.

With popular goods and crowded commercial services, more jobs are naturally created.

So those who lost their jobs due to business bankruptcy also found a home, and their love for the game was accompanied by a sense of gratitude.

Of course, the objective factor is that the spirit-attached factory that produces the products has also stopped operating - because it cannot afford the expensive charging stones.

Therefore, these products have returned to the "magician handmade" model.

Although the corresponding hourly wage is so low that it does not meet the "Vritas minimum wage standard", in the face of disaster, the tax department can no longer collect taxes through the magic network. Who cares about this?

More importantly, all of this content has become the guarantee for the take-off of "The Truth in Hand".

Match reports, player gossip, transfer rumors, merchandise promotions, betting predictions...

A variety of content filled this not-so-big newspaper, which was then delivered door to door by messengers and couriers.

So starting from the second month, the full-page advertising space in the newspaper was sold at a price that William could not imagine - 10 gold coins.

Taken alone, it's not that expensive.

A quarter-page ad in Good Morning! The House of Truth could fetch that price.

But the problem is that this newspaper costs 5 silver coins per copy.

"Good Morning! The House of Truth" requires 1 gold coin.

And considering that these so-called peripherals and experiences are all at "affordable prices" of 1-5 gold coins, this number seems exaggerated.

This shows the huge user base behind it.

"No wonder the lower class islands didn't cause any trouble at this time. It turns out someone has found new fun for them..."

William muttered to himself.

But then the questions kept coming -

How many users do they have?

Now that the magic network has been restored, how do they plan to proceed?

And most importantly, who came up with this idea? Can he join the team?

“Why haven’t I ever seen this on the news?”

The old man was also stunned, and after a while he suddenly asked:

"Good Morning! The House of Truth also has a print newspaper, so why has it never reported on the flying competitions held by these dwarves?"

"Actually, there is."

William glanced at him and said, “Just a week ago, a tragedy occurred in Area 77 was published in “Laugh Out Loud”. A crack appeared in the safe area and seven pilots crashed into it and died. Later it was found out that the mental barrier of Keywest Security used a small-sized charging stone, which caused the barrier to close prematurely.

"At that time, you were all laughing about whether only the leader among the seven people had eyes, and you were also laughing at how stupid Keywest Security had become - they should have reduced the number of nodes to maintain the barrier instead of using smaller energy stones.

"There are some similar news stories, and I can probably remember them all, but I'm too lazy to think about them anymore. Anyway, the stories about these people are all reported in the newspapers, but unfortunately they are not in the news section, but in the joke section."

Although he said it so lightly, he was still muttering in his heart.

I was also deceived.

He had seen these news before, but never connected them together.

On the one hand, most of these deaths occurred in areas 40 to 90, and even involved the last ten islands where countless people died - those islands were filled with criminals and exiles who had fled. God knows how the Basque Chamber of Commerce managed to do business.

Even in normal times, they don't care much about these things, let alone after a disaster?

Anyway, there were plenty of supplies in areas 0 to 20, so they continued to party every day and live a life of luxury. Not to mention eight months, even eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, there is no official report, which seems unreasonable.

It is obvious that someone gave money to Pravda.

By the time they really realized what was happening, the other side's "community competition culture" rooted in the lower class had already flourished, and it was too late for them to intervene.

Hearing him say this, the old man's expression became a little embarrassed.

"I seem to remember..."

"Remember what?"

“When the disaster occurred, the Basque advisor came to me and said that he wanted to join forces with the Lion King to form a flying transport brigade to transport supplies from the southern coastal areas of the continent by manpower.

"At that time, the void capsule was difficult to use, and most of the mules were dead or injured. If we wanted to transport supplies, the cost would be too high and the profit would be too thin. After analysis, we did not agree."

William's heart moved when he heard this: "What's the consultant's name? Do you remember?"

"I think his name is Red or something."

The old man fumbled in his void bag for a while, then took out a business card.

When William saw the dark face of the Cornu man clearly, he was instinctively stunned.

Cornu people?

McCalla?

and many more……

He hurriedly searched again and soon found some clues.

Wherever the dwarf Bask appears, his advisor Red stands by his side, never leaving.

As for Basque, he had met him many times and knew him well.

Apart from the speeches that were obviously read from a script, this was just an ordinary rich dwarf who successfully ran for a seat in parliament with the help of his advisory group.

"interesting."

William couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

"The one who created such a great miracle turned out to be a Cornu bastard... I want to meet him, can you arrange it for me?"

"I'll make an appointment for you."

"reserve?"

William was stunned: "Didn't the Basque Chamber of Commerce join the Lion King?"

“No, they didn’t even invest.”

The old man recalled and frowned slightly: "Not only is there no investment, it seems that since last year, dwarf consortiums have been selling stocks and withdrawing their investments."

William was stunned for a moment, then began to search for "new dwarf councilor".

Soon, at least twenty names appeared on the water curtain.

There was also a magical image - a group of well-dressed dwarves toasting to celebrate, among which Basque's figure was particularly conspicuous.

Because his other hand was on the shoulder of a Cornu man, and he spoke frequently, as if he was introducing something to everyone.

……

District 19, Basque Manor.

Twenty-one newly elected dwarf councillors raised their glasses, with Basque standing in the center.

"Cheers to our great cause!"