Genshin Impact: What? The one we need to save is Fukaros

Lin Yide's face was stern, like a piece of eternal ice, and his deep eyes revealed his insight into Abel's inner calculations.

This guy just wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of relocating the ship owner and crew to make a fortune.

The West Factory has limited staff and it is impossible for them to go door to door in person to discuss compensation issues.

The final compensation issue must be coordinated and resolved through the Shipping Association, and this is the source of Abel's confidence.

"President Ebel, just state your conditions directly." Lin Yide said in a bad tone.

An embarrassed and cunning look flashed across Abel's face.

He rubbed his hands uncomfortably, as if preparing for the big mouth that was about to come.

After a brief hesitation, he finally spoke, his greed hard to hide in his tone: "Well, if we want to properly resettle all the ship owners and crew members, conservatively estimated, it will cost at least 5 billion Mora resettlement costs."

After hearing this answer, Lin Yide was not angry anymore. He stared at Ebel with a deadly look and said slowly, "President Ebel, you do have a big appetite, but we at the West Factory like people like you who have 'ambitions'."

Abel was frightened by Lin Yide's gaze. A chill ran up his spine and his heart trembled constantly.

He originally thought that Lin Yide would be furious, but he didn't expect him to be so calm, which made him even more unsure.

But when he thought of the huge amount of Mora that he might not be able to spend in his lifetime, Abel forced himself to suppress his inner fear.

He straightened his back and tried to cover up his guilty conscience with righteous words: "Baron Ede, it's useless for you to threaten me. The ship owner and crew are also human beings. They all need to live."

Lin Yide snorted coldly, and then suddenly shouted loudly: "Ridiculous! Ebel, you dare to blackmail me and Funina for 5 billion Mora, we will never accept it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Funina's hand without hesitation, turned around and left without giving Abel any chance to refute.

Abel stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

After he came to his senses, he immediately got up and chased after Lin Yide and Funina.

But when he rushed out of the room, he found that the corridor was empty, and Lin Yide and Funina were long gone.

.......

Lin Yide took Funina and ran a mile away from the Sailing Association before stopping.

They found a bench under the shade of a tree and sat down to rest.

Finina's appearance at this moment is very different from her usual dignified and elegant goddess image.

Her petite body trembled slightly because of the intense running, and crystal beads of sweat slid down her forehead, wetting her hair.

Her little face was red due to exercise and excitement, as brilliant as the morning glow. She was breathing heavily and her chest was heaving violently.

She glared at Lin Yide and asked breathlessly, "Huh...Huh...What on earth are you planning? Why did you suddenly pull me out of the conference room?"

In contrast, Lin Yide seemed much calmer. He just had a little sweat on his forehead. "Abel's asking price is too high. There is no need to talk to him any further.

Therefore, we must use some means to get rid of him."

"Is the asking price of 5 billion Mora really that high? Didn't we raise 10 billion Mora from the nobles?" Funina asked uncertainly.

Lin Yide never had any expectations for her math skills, so he patiently explained: "The five billion Moras will be divided equally among the more than a thousand ship owners and crew members, and each person will receive five million Moras.

Our goal is to make reasonable compensation, not to create rich people.

More importantly, if the compensation continues like this, all the large-scale projects in Fontaine will not be able to be carried out in the future."

After hearing this, Funina suddenly realized that the amount of compensation should not be too much or too little, and a balance should be found.

"So, what now?" she inquired.

A trace of determination flashed in Lin Yide's eyes, and he replied: "First, we need to get rid of this greedy shipping association and break their blackmail.

Then let the West Factory, the Law Enforcement Office and the Rose Thorn Society jointly negotiate with the ship owner and crew members."

Funina fell into deep thought. She pondered Lin Yide's plan over and over again, and felt that it was more ingenious, thorough and impeccable.

She stared at Lin Yide, her clear eyes flashing with sincere admiration.

Lin Yide felt Furninna's gaze, he raised his head and met her gaze.

He smiled slightly and said in a teasing tone: "Do you think I'm awesome?"

A barely noticeable blush appeared on Funina's cheeks, and she said stubbornly, "No! Don't be so self-indulgent."

Lin Yide looked at her childish appearance and found her extremely cute.

He said nothing more and began to think about how to perfect the plan to resettle the ship owners and crew members.

Monetary compensation cannot solve all problems. The key is the subsequent resettlement. Otherwise, those who have lost their livelihoods will become an unstable factor in Fontaine society.

But when it comes to the employment of thousands of people, it is not that simple or easy.

In the original plot, Clementine was exhausted and died young because of this. It was her death that calmed the voices of opposition.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he turned to look at Funina, thinking what a fool he was.

Why not enjoy it if you have it?