Something's wrong with my undead

William Cummings looked at the Cornu people in front of him and his boss Basque.

Compared to the last meeting half a year ago, this dwarf was obviously better at posturing.

The smell of a country nouveau riche on him was completely washed away. From his clothes to his manners to his appearance, he was full of grace, and something that many immigrants did not have -

self-esteem.

Yes, self-esteem.

As a country with a large number of immigrants, among the many islands of Veritas, purebred humans only account for two-fifths, and the remaining elves and dwarves are the majority, with a smaller number of Zanlo, Ness and Luku.

Among these, only a small number of aliens arrived in Veritas through formal channels with considerable wealth, and they themselves have a certain identity and status.

So they knew each other, naturally formed groups, and had a seat in parliament - but not as blatantly as the Basques are today.

As for the majority of the others, they are gangs, thieves, fugitives, wanted criminals... their methods are varied and their identities are diverse.

Most of them are ordinary people, living on islands at the bottom of the list, and climbing up by relying on their ability to survive on the edge of a knife.

Whether they have climbed to a high place or not, they are at odds with their own high-ranking kin.

Because they hate their own race.

Just like half-elves don't think of themselves as "half-elves" but as "half-humans".

The same is true for other mixed-blood and pure-blood races.

They look down on all races except the Veritas, and consider themselves superior to them, but they are unable to integrate into the real upper class society.

Even if they have wealth and status, they don't know how to manage them because they don't have a sense of belonging. Their existence and honor are defined by others, and they are extremely eager to be recognized by wizards.

They strive to "de-racialize" in terms of clothing, behavior, habits, etc. to make themselves more like a Veritas.

This seems out of place and is looked down upon by the locals.

If they can even abandon their own roots, how can the locals believe in the "loyalty" they show?

This overall atmosphere even affected many high-ranking dwarves, elves, and so on.

They also began to doubt whether their own race was inherently inferior or had some kind of defects, and thus became insecure.

But not in Basque.

It can be seen that he is proud of being a dwarf.

This kind of person made William look at him differently.

But today's protagonist is destined not to be the other person.

"Mr. William Cummings." Basque said, "We met six months ago."

"Yes, sir, at a charity reception given by my mother."

"Haha, I remember that too. Thanks to that cocktail party, I got to know the owner of North Shipyard."

Basque spoke calmly the lines that Duoduo had given him.

William's eyebrows raised slightly when he heard this, and he was surprised.

——The other party seems to know the purpose of my coming here?

"I heard that you contacted Adnan and Aristotes after that and bought two bankrupt shipyards from them respectively. Isn't a former 'military factory' (Wolvitch) enough for you to play with?"

He asked in a joking tone.

"Hahaha, Your Excellency, you are too serious."

Basque laughed heartily, but he was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Red even guessed exactly what this kid was going to say...

How did he do that?

"I am still as immature as a child in this field. Who doesn't know that the entire shipyard of Veritas relies on the blueprints of the Institute of Truth to do business?"

Basque deliberately sighed and said, "I only learned a lot of things after I bought the factory. Unlike in our dwarven country where we can start work directly after sufficient preparation, here we have to pay a high price to buy blueprints, and then we have to give a share of the money earned from selling ships to the Institute of Truth. I absolutely do not mean to discredit the researchers' contributions, but I am confused by this sales model."

William said as a matter of course: "After all, this represents a huge research cost. You know, the 'Void Shuttler Type I' was obtained after the researchers of the Institute of Truth invested a lot of effort. The material loss alone is nearly 200 million gold coins, and this does not include the effort that the Institute of Truth has poured into each of them.

"And to be honest, the current share ratio is the result of being reduced twice. This is already generous. After all, there are thousands of shipyards, but there is only one Institute of Truth."

"Yes, that's right! This does represent an extremely high R&D cost. Looking around the world, only the mages of the Institute of Truth have such wisdom, brains and courage!"

Basque's continuous praises made William feel a little flattered.

Then, he changed the subject:

"So, with our brains and financial resources, we are basically saying goodbye to this industry."

William was stunned: "What did you say?"

"I mean, we're not actually going to build an airship."

Basque smiled innocently: "The remaining people in these factories are excellent material processing personnel, assemblers, repairmen and enchanters. These people can completely engage in another industry - manufacturing new floating cities."

"Floating City???"

William was almost thrown out by the opponent's sharp turn.

"Isn't that the treasure of the Nice people? Are they willing to let your company have a share?"

"I was unwilling before, but my dear brother Red opened up this trade route for me!"

Basque excitedly introduced Red: "That's him. He participated in the special investigation team led by Her Royal Highness Princess Renee and Ms. Ciara, the servant of Godro City. Although the process was tortuous and difficult, he almost lost his life, and there was a scandal that Collins was a believer of a false god, but fortunately there were gains."

William: "Could it be that the reward is..."

"Yes, he has reached an agreement with the Nice people. We plan to open a factory near Macara. The elves of the Whispering Forest will enchant the local high-purity big-leaf beech trees, and then use the technology of the North to build a floating city on the spot. We will then import shadow essence and fire seeds, and drive it back directly after the assembly is completed!"

Basque clenched his fists with a pious expression: "Praise the Council of Six, praise the magnificent legacy left by Sepitija, and praise this City of All Laws. If it hadn't solved the void disaster and repaired the magic network, I might have lost this deal. I am indeed a person favored by Mother Earth!"

William felt dizzy and his thinking could not keep up with the other party's pace.

Dwarves, elves, Ness.

How did they get mixed up?

Sounds like...

They are actually going to work together to set up a factory???

Macara's high-quality logs, combined with the elves' wood improvement technology, and paired with shadow essence and fire...

A new type of flying machine that does not require charging stones is about to be born!

Doesn’t this mean that those people’s energy stones are going to fall into their hands???

William's breathing became a little heavy.

Not only because the result is terrible...

Also because he saw an opportunity for the Cummings family to rise!

"When are you planning to leave for Macara?" he asked hastily. "If you want to bring so many people and materials with you at once, you'll need a lot of commercial void capsules, right?"

"No, I can't afford it."

Basque waved his hands repeatedly: "It's too expensive. Nowadays, energy stones are more valuable than gold. The price of renting a void capsule is also ridiculously high, so I decided to use the most primitive method."

"what way?"

"Have you seen The Boatmen of the Skulda?"

Basque's eyes revealed a nostalgic look. "In that story, the dwarf king was punished by Mother Earth for disrespecting nature. The restless wind and the uneasy yellow sand flooded the Skulda River, so the large ship that was originally going downstream was trapped on the dry land. However, the king recruited 4,000 earth spirit warriors and used brute force to drag the ship to its destination."

William suddenly thought of the tens of thousands of pilots registered under the other side's "Sky Sports Group"...

It would certainly be inappropriate to let the top contestants become trackers.

But below those people, there are countless ordinary pilots who crave wealth and status. Aren’t they just cheap trackers?

Did this game of chess start from that time?

He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"Mr. Basque."

William spoke again: "I have some inside information here, I wonder if you are interested?"

"Oh?"

Basque narrowed his eyes:

"Can I afford it?"

"It's free." William smiled, "As a testimony of our friendship, it's free."

"Although my good brother Red often tells me that free is the most expensive, he also said that it is very rude to refuse someone's kindness."

Basque also smiled and said, "May I ask what the inside information is?"

"It has been a year since McCalla escaped from the control of the Institute of Truth. They plan to send a team to restore local communications."

William said slowly: "You know, in the past, the Lion King's people were responsible for this matter, which caused dissatisfaction among many people, but this time, they adopted a secret bidding method to decide who to give this piece of cake to... Guess who won?"

Basque: "Is it your mother?"

"Yes, it's her." William smiled and said, "Although the magic network has been restored, there are problems at several nodes such as Eagle's Mouth Mountain, Withered Scar, and Misty Valley. For this reason, the secret magician team in Mercury Forest has headed west, and we will also send a team, led by my mother, to help them repair the magic network communication station around Macara.

"If you want to build a factory in Whispering Forest, you will have to negotiate with many parties about site selection and profit distribution. But if you build the factory on our own land, you can save a lot of trouble."

"I see……"

Basque suddenly realized.

Lion Trading Company controls nearly a quarter of the land and real estate in the Macala Mountains. William wants to buy a stake!

William: "Besides, my mother has some connections in the southern mountains and the Whispering Forest. Those places are not suitable for building spirit factories, and they require a lot of craftsmen. We may be able to discuss this aspect."

Basque pretended to glance at Red, then cleared his throat.

"Yes, Mr. William. Then please have a good talk with my aide, my most trusted brother Red. I have something to excuse myself for now."

William thanked him and then looked at Red.

Finally got a chance to chat with this guy.

Duoduo resisted the urge to yawn and looked at William with a defiant yet somewhat approving look.

"I heard that you are the youngest chief financial analyst in the history of Lion Trading Company?" she asked.

"So far, it is." William smiled.

"I'm nineteen years old, how about you?" Duoduo asked.

This is nineteen years old! ?

William's smile froze for a moment, but quickly recovered.

"Age doesn't mean anything," he said.

"I think so too," Duoduo replied, "Just like being old doesn't necessarily mean being wise, being young doesn't necessarily mean being reckless."

William's eyes suddenly lit up, and the other person's dark face became pleasing to the eye.

——These words touched his heart.

If Ms. Qian Duoduo knew he thought this way, she would definitely complain about it.

——That's right, you told your mom that a few years later. Then you were persuaded by the players to go solo, and the equipment you got was pretty good.

So, under William's eager gaze, the two sides began a pleasant conversation.