Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 183 Ollie Crystal Flakes

"Are you going to work, little Elsa? So early."

"Good morning, Aunt Julie." Aisha hurried out of the house pushing her bicycle.

Since she moved out to live on her own, she quickly established good relationships with her neighbors. The uncles and aunts living nearby all like this little girl very much.

But her uncle and aunt's children didn't like her very much.

Because they were living well together, and then a living child from another family appeared.

We are all at the age of just graduating and looking for jobs, and a 21-year-old with an annual salary of more than ten gold coins suddenly appears next to us. Who can tolerate this?

"I'm going to be late." Elsa stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth.

White bread is good, it won’t be too choking.

"You're going to be late so early?" Aunt Julie said in surprise, "Then your boss is really a jerk."

"Indeed." Elsa confirmed without hesitation.

Zhuo Ge came to work every afternoon, but he asked her to go so early to summarize the news from the previous day and then report to him when he came to work.

I am a little envious of my brother Yuno. The R&D department has no clear working hours and he is still sleeping soundly at home.

However, there is no clear time to get off work.

Flexible working hours.

Of course, performance is not flexible, and it is not easy to meet the standards.

Elsa straightened the bicycle, ready to perform a smooth series of moves to get on the bike.

This was the most difficult part of learning to ride a bike for her: putting one foot on the pedal, pushing forward and sliding, and then moving her leg up after the bike was balanced.

"call--"

This time it worked.

Elsa breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, she was not very proficient in this move. It would be very embarrassing if Aunt Julie saw her falling on her butt.

She applied to the research department for the development of a bicycle that is easier to ride, but there has been no news so far.

I heard that they are stuck at the step of studying the principle of why a bicycle can maintain balance.

Elsa couldn't understand what making a bicycle easier to get on had to do with how it kept its balance.

If she knew any blacksmithing skills she could do it, either make the frame smaller or bend the front crossbeam so the legs can pass through.

Is it that troublesome?

But a large group of people in the research department seemed to be arguing about why the two small wheels did not turn over.

Ride all the way to the new headquarters of Drogo Group.

Yes, Drogo had bought a new building, right at the end of Cornflower Street.

Although it is the headquarters, there are actually not many employees in it now, and each department is in its own place.

There were only Drogo, her, and the accountants in the headquarters, and the utilization rate was very low. It seemed that Drogo had a mysterious obsession with buying buildings and land.

And he called the accountants "the ones who take the blame". What kind of nonsense is that? Taking the blame? How weird.

"Good morning, Sister Aisha." The receptionist greeted Aisha.

Elsa nodded.

She is already an older sister, and it is obvious that the two receptionists are older than her.

Power makes illusionists addicted.

I came to her office and saw that she also had a dedicated office.

But after I opened the door and saw a pile of documents half a meter high, my good mood in the morning was gone.

Pat yourself on the face and start today's work.

"Northern Factory's Second Quarter Production Summary..."

“First week sales for Druids vs. Necromancers hybrid downloadable expansion…”

"Silver City's Magic Vision machine sales increased this week, with an increase of 53400%..."

and many more!

She seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

Elsa flipped open the previous document and looked through it again.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

It really is a 5-digit number.

Is there something wrong?

The growth rate is more than 50,000%, which is something that no one would do even if they were to make up data.

Who are you lying to?
The Silver City-State is still a sales area that Drogo has singled out as a key focus, and no one dares to make any moves here.

If the data was too round and seemed a bit too coincidental, and the result was deliberately changed a little, she could pretend not to see it. After all, she had done this before.

You can't blame her. Sometimes when the data is too round, the leader will think that the round number is fake.

So we can only fake it to make it look more "real".

But this number of more than 500 times is too arrogant.

Because in addition to bonuses based on sales, the Zhuoge Group also has a Best Improvement Award, which rewards the division with the largest sales increase.

The prize money is very generous, and there is ample motivation to commit fraud.

In order not to wrongly accuse a good person, Aisha reconfirmed the details in the document.

"Last week there was 1, this week there were 534."

That seems to be a real increase of more than 50,000 percent.

"The Lord of the Silver City-State is launching a cultural exchange promotion week."

Seeing this, Elsa immediately realized that this document needed to be handed over to Drogo.

Six hours later, Drogo arrived for work.

It's already two o'clock in the afternoon.

But for Drogo, it was already a diligent day.

"Hey, little Elsa, there must be no important news today. If not, I have to go back." Drogo said nonchalantly.

"Yes, there is news from the Silver City-State." Elsa immediately handed over the document.

Drogo glanced at Elsa with a hint of annoyance.

"What's going on? Don't you have enough insight? Didn't you understand that what I just said meant that there should be no important news today?"

Elsa used to be very smart, otherwise she wouldn't have been an assistant. What happened today?
The boss has to admit that he wants to be lazy. Doesn’t the boss have any face?

"Well, today's news is indeed important. The sales of Silver City-State have taken off." Elsa said.

"Take off? That shouldn't be the case, otherwise the sword-forging competition would be held in vain," Drogo said, but then he thought something was wrong, "Hasn't the sword-forging competition been broadcast yet?"

"It's because the Lord of the Silver City-State is holding an event to promote Magic Vision."

"What?" After a moment, Drogo held the document in his claws and fell into thought.

At the same time, the intelligence team's report is also in hand.

It contains detailed information about the current situation of the Silver City-State.

To take over the elf market, of course, we cannot just send one regional manager.

Plus the information about the elves in the sacred tree.

Drogo should know this city better than the city's lord by now.

"So the Silver City-State is in the election period, and the city lord wants to be re-elected, so he made the introduction of magic vision and other things his campaign goal."

He tapped the table with the tips of his claws.

This is too sensible.

I have never seen such a proactive and open market.

"Since the city lord is so proactive, we can't lose our manners. If he wants to be re-elected, then we should help him get re-elected, not just for the next term, but for many terms in the future."

Drogo Group said this very domineeringly.

Large financial groups influence election results. It's an episode that feels like déjà vu.

"Well, actually the city lord can't serve for many terms," ​​Aisha pointed out.

"Really? Then is his child interested in becoming the city lord? As long as his child is also sensible, their family can always be the city lord." Drogo said.

"By the way, how's Simon doing?"

"We are currently doing self-selected forging in the Crucible, but according to the crew filming the show, it doesn't seem to be going smoothly right now." Elsa introduced truthfully.

"Not going well?"

Drogo believed that as long as Simon won the sword-forging competition, the elf craftsmen's business would definitely improve a lot.

It can also be regarded as the achievement of the current city lord.

I originally thought that with the level of strength Simon showed in the first two rounds, it would not be difficult for him to take first place.

It seems that I need to take a look at his condition and do some work if possible.

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The Crucible.

Simon stared at the Ollie crystal in front of him, unable to believe it would be like this.

"What's wrong?" asked Baan.

To be honest, Simon is the most talented craftsman he has ever seen.

He is also the best student I have ever taught.

Two days. It only took Simon two days to fully master the dwarven forging secrets.

Even Baan himself took more than a month to learn it.

If anyone else learned it in two days, Baines would be so jealous that he would faint.

But Simon is different, this is his student!
I only studied for two days and he taught me well.

Even if Simon's talent plays 99% of the role, doesn't his good teaching have 1% value?

"No," Simon said seriously.

"What's wrong? Isn't it cut cleanly?"

Baines examined Simon's work.

The Ori crystals were cut into wafers as thin as cicada wings. Who would have thought that they were hammered out with a hammer instead of cut with a knife?

For a craftsman new to the mystical arts of the dwarves, the performance was incredibly good.

"I want to use the Ori crystals to complete the last round of work," Simon replied, "but the way it is now, it can't be used to make a knife."

"But isn't the Ollie crystal a useless mineral?"

Barn didn't understand. He thought Simon was just practicing with useless materials, so he cut it.

Simon didn't answer, but picked up a chip.

It has neither toughness nor plasticity and is totally unqualified forging material.

While using the dwarven secret method of cutting, he heard an extremely pleasant melody.

He believed he was right, this was the method destined to be used to deal with the Ori Crystals.

Simon has always believed that Ori Crystal would be the best forging material, far surpassing the performance of Mithril and Mithril, and would completely change the landscape of legendary weapons.

Only in this way can we live up to the evaluation given by the Holy Tree.

Only then can I live up to my father's life of dedication.

Many elves said that their father was crazy at that time, and the sacred tree had never made such a prophecy.

But Simon believed in his father, so over the years he had nothing else in his life and devoted all his energy to learning the craft of forging.

Only now do we see a glimmer of hope for success.

Hope was shattered again in an instant.

How sad.

Simon threw the chip in his hand away in despair, as if he had suddenly lost the goal of his efforts.

The chip was thrown into the air, and because it was too thin, it floated in the air until it was pinched by a claw.

Drogo is here.

"What is this?" he asked Baan curiously, and Simon, who was squatting in the corner and giving up on himself.

It looks familiar, but I forgot what it is.

He never knew much about things that were not worth much.

"This is an Ori Crystal," Baines replied.

"Ollie Crystal?" Drogo thought about it. It was valuable in the past, but it was worthless later.

He used to have quite a few items in his treasury, which he treasured in the past, but now he can't sell them even if he wants to.

"What happened to Simon?"

"This should have been the best material for forging legendary weapons, but now it seems to be waste." Simon raised his head and said in a bleak voice.

"Legendary weapon?"

It would be great if it could really be used, then the things in his treasure house could be turned into treasures right on the spot.

Drogo waved the wafer to fan the air, and surprisingly, the thin piece was quite strong.

After fanning himself twice, his eyes suddenly widened.

Look at that piece of Orly crystal.

Shocked, he said, "This seems to be much more powerful than the legendary weapon."

(End of this chapter)