Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"Come on, I don't want to see your stupid face showing a stunned expression." Fang Qingyun was too lazy to prove Carl's identity to these natives. His last words were directed to the other management members: "This is your last chance. If you want to say something, say it now. If you don't want to say it, just go away. We will settle the score later. By the way...where is the young man who was responsible for receiving me and counting the goods when I came here last time?"

Hearing Fang Qingyun's mumbling, one of the dwarves realized that he could no longer conceal the matter. After all, the young man who counted the goods had been dealt with. Like Kaz, he was shoulder to shoulder with the sun, and he was the one who was in charge of the matter. In order to get a reduced sentence, he took the initiative to say, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you! I know everything!"

"Shut up..." The boss of the management understood that there was a traitor. He just turned around and wanted to use his remaining power to make this subordinate shut up, but then he was hit on the nose by the butt of a rifle, which broke his nose bridge. His nosebleed flowed out of his nose like a broken water pipe, and soon wet his beard. After being hit, the boss of the management fell to the ground with his whole body straight, like a fat pig eaten by a club. It was obvious that he fell into a baby-like sleep after being hit by the butt of a rifle.

The frank dwarf looked at the unconscious management boss in awe, and then confessed honestly: "He embezzled funds for his own benefit, and the weapons he purchased were all old goods. In addition, he also did purchasing business on behalf of others. Those special gadgets such as tobacco were all fake goods he imported from other places."

"He sold fakes at high prices to dwarves who had never smoked the real stuff, and then used the money he earned to buy himself the real stuff... As for that young man, he's gone and was thrown into space as garbage. He did all of this." The confessed dwarf pushed all the blame onto the head of the management. Anyway, he had fainted and couldn't refute it.

The dwarves nearby turned against him when they saw someone confess. As long as the management boss knew that someone had leaked the information, all of them would be in trouble, so they might as well confess everything immediately. It can only be said that this so-called management boss is a complete villain. He would be shot for his crimes even in peacetime, and if it were in wartime, he would at least be able to hang a dozen nooses.

So, amidst the "tears of gratitude" that could be seen even with Fang Qingyun's shallow experience in dealing with people, a group of managers acted as if they had finally met the Lord of Heaven. Their pretentiousness made Fang Qingyun feel sick.

"Don't be fooled by them, they don't tell the truth," Ju'er reminded. She was worried that Fang Qingyun was fooled by these guys. You know, if they were not vested interests, how could they sit together with the boss of the management and eat steak?

"It's okay, leave these to Carl. Let's contact those people on the top first. Time waits for no one." Fang Qingyun nodded to Carl, and then began to talk with the Penguin Quartet who had been idle for a while.

Chapter 376: If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked!

"...It seems that the management here is a mess. Is it like this in all societies?" The boss shrugged his shoulders, and this action seemed to be mistaken by the other penguins as the starting position of posing. The remaining three penguins did a backflip and turned into a black and white sphere like a gyroscope and jumped back to the boss. The four penguins immediately took a posture of being on guard all around, looking handsome and cute. When jumping back, Fang Qingyun seemed to hear some special sound effects.

"Some societies are like this, but we can't generalize." Fang Qingyun quickly stood up to clear the name for the world: "Anyway, I am the leader in hell. Most of the time, people listen to me, but at the same time, I also accept supervision from other members. Now that hell is developing in full swing, I am basically in a free-range state. When I have free time, I am even guiding the revival of new species."

"As the supreme leader, you really have plenty of free time."

"I can't help it. The others are too capable. All I can do is to play an integrating role and rush to the front when a crisis occurs." Fang Qingyun spread his hands. That's right. Now Fang Qingyun plays almost no role in the development of the entire hell. Viola and Evelyn are in charge of manpower control, Katelin is in charge of weapons research and development, and Zhang Bo and the three skeleton brothers are responsible for forging...

Although they have already obtained bodies, Fang Qingyun is still used to calling them that. Speaking of which, among the three brothers, Zhiwei and Yating are a couple, while Kehamul is alone. Fang Qingyun arranged a big house for the three of them, and also planned to introduce Kehamul to a girl... In fact, he would just use the Holy Grail River to mold one for him, but this act of making a wife does not seem to be very attractive to Kehamul, who is not a second-dimensional person...

Khamur, who looks like a wise man who never falls in love, seems to be used to being alone. Even when living with Zhiwei, he is still used to being in a daze. Occasionally, he will go to the cafeteria with Zhiwei and others to find Ximi to drink and eat fried chicken. However, Hell does not provide strong liquor now (Fang Qingyun does not drink, and there are quite a number of minors who cannot drink), and only ordinary beer can be brewed.

The raw materials for brewing these beers are all the fruits and materials left behind after the rebirth of vegetative people. To say that they are ordinary is only relatively speaking. After being catalyzed, these materials quickly became the first batch of beer. They haven't even found the production cans yet, so they were forced to make a temporary barrel with flesh and blood. When drinking from this way, it looks like snatching food from the mouth of some monster. People with weak psychological endurance can't do it at all.

"And there are deviations between different worlds. Maybe in the future we will be able to observe a boss who likes unicorns?" Fang Qingyun put his hand on the boss's flat head and rubbed it teasingly. To be honest, the boss's smooth head felt very soft to the touch, like rubbing some kind of warm pillar, which made Fang Qingyun touch it a few more times unconsciously.

"Uh..." The boss, who always regarded himself as a macho man, was naturally strong-willed. He could not imagine that a "tough guy" like him would like the scene of the unicorn. He shuddered uncontrollably. Rui Ge next to him seemed to know something extraordinary and uttered a long "Oh", which sounded like he knew some secret.

While Fang Qingyun was chatting, Carl was not lagging behind. He was directing the miners and the dwarves from the engineering department to search the management office meticulously. They found the key communicator to the top floor and a large amount of stolen money and embezzled materials. After prying open the safe, they saw cigars rolling out like water, gold bars made of gold coins stuck together with tape, and various collectibles...

These things were almost piled up into a small mountain. The cheapest cigars here were rare luxuries among the dwarves. Even if you wanted to buy one with the salary of a senior dwarf miner, you would have to get half of the reward for a mission. You have to know that miner itself is a high-risk and high-income profession. If this were thrown to an ordinary well-off dwarf family, it would take half a month's income without food or drink to buy one. But now, the cigars here were scattered all over the ground like broken mosquito coils.

"That's a lot of corruption," Carl gritted his teeth. This management boss had been here for less than a year, and the money he had embezzled was enough to rebuild two space drilling platforms, including the full cost of selecting materials and building them to launching them into space... If this money could be used to improve the miners' diet and equipment, these miners would not have to carry large, perishable sandwiches to provide calories in this situation where they are almost trying to survive in the wild.

Sandwiches might be OK as food in normal times, but they are not suitable for situations like going down a mine or surviving in the wilderness. The large size means you can't carry much, the lack of calories means you're prone to starvation, and the easy deterioration means the shelf life is short... If they can be replaced with compressed dry food, the survival rate of the dwarf miners can be significantly improved. Too many dwarf miners died of hunger and could not walk, so they voluntarily left their rations to others and faced death themselves...

In this situation, the dwarves' disgust towards the bugs did not seem so strong. After all, the bugs were their enemies and would do anything to survive. The dwarves understood that if they were in the same situation, they would also resist. However, the management was their own people. It seemed that all the things the management did were for their own profit. If it were not for the management's excessive greed and indulgence, the dwarf miners would not have shed blood and tears.

"..." Carl said nothing. He controlled his emotions. The appearance of the management team had opened his eyes. He had become numb to the filth and corruption within the Deep Rock Galaxy Group. Now he was too lazy to get angry. He only had the urge to drag this so-called management boss out and shoot him: "Let's contact the upper-level directors first... This issue is secondary. We must solve the problem caused by the rockpox immediately."

There is only one button on the communicator, and the rest is a screen. The operation is also very simple. Press the button multiple times to confirm the call request to your direct superior to prevent accidentally disturbing the director. In addition, only the director can hang up the phone, and the management can only be responsible for being scolded and wait until the director is satisfied before hanging up the phone himself.

This design naturally puts the management and the directors at two different extremes. The management, which can act arrogantly in front of the miners, can only act like a grandson in front of the directors. Overly extreme management methods will naturally lead to conflicts between the two groups. It’s just that the directors’ power is too great. It’s no exaggeration to say that they hold the power of life and death over the management. Therefore, they only have awe and fear of the directors, but they exploit the miners below even more severely.

The communicator rang for five minutes before it was finally connected. This speed was considered fast. Generally speaking, it was normal for the director to leave you waiting for ten minutes. When the communicator screen lit up, Fang Qingyun could see... a pile of meat on the screen. Fang Qingyun originally thought that the weight of the head of the management team was already shocking enough, but he didn't expect that there would be an even more ruthless hunk...

His shiny golden hair made him look like a certain Mr. Understanding. His face was covered with fat, the fat on his cheeks almost covered his shoulders, and there were several scarred parts protruding like an extra eye.

The suit looked like a tight-fitting garment on him, with the fat inside sticking out from the gaps between the buttons like fat from the skin. The trousers were oversized, but even with the larger size for the butt and waist, the whole trousers seemed to be stuffed in on him, with the thighs being squeezed into the shape of the thighs, not to mention the butt. Fang Qingyun suspected that if he sat any lower, his crotch would explode.

The dwarf had a cigarette in his mouth, and there were several cigarette butts extinguished in the ashtray next to him. In addition, there was a cup of green drink within his reach, and no one knew what it was brewed from.

"Is this April Fool's Day?" The director took out the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth and put it out in the ashtray. He was too lazy to even look at it carefully, but threatened directly: "If you use Carl's photo to tease me again, you don't have to work in the management anymore, just stay on the front line."

"Buster?" Carl was stunned. He found it hard to connect the smoking meat mountain in front of him with the strong gunman Buster from the past. Although Buster had gained a lot of weight, his eyes and brows still revealed his former self. At that time, Buster also had the habit of smoking, but it was not as... serious as it is now. If you didn't know the background, you would think he was in heaven, with smoke all around.

“Call Director Buster!” The fat man didn’t seem to recognize Karl’s voice. After all, after two transmissions, Karl’s voice had changed a little. The fat man tried to turn his boss chair around, which made a sound of being overwhelmed, and then only turned a tiny angle: “You don’t have to manage anymore. Come back immediately and report to that guy’s subordinate. I remember you didn’t get along with him? You should also go to him to learn how to respect your superiors…”

After delivering a cruel verdict, the fat man turned the boss chair back and squinted at Carl on it: "It seems that you haven't learned how to respect your superiors, but you are using the old colored photos to fool me? Then I think I have to fire you and make you pay more than 2 million in liquidated damages. I hope you can learn something from this little lesson."

"...Wow, this person exudes a smell of corruption from beginning to end." The boss' eyes were half open and half closed, which was his habitual action after seeing something unbearable. Brother Rui next to him dry heaved twice and successfully vomited a grenade pull ring from his stomach.

"...I never imagined that the elements that make up the human body would be arranged in such a way that is so polluting to the eyes." Kolosky trembled, as if he had seen some Frankenstein monster.

Chapter 376.5, Bastard? Bastard!

"This reminds me of Jiu Guang..." Kikuchiyo's expression was not very good, and there was not much emotion in her cold voice. Fang Qingyun next to her continued: "They all have the same capitalist flavor, but Jiu Guang at least looks like a decent person."

"Buster...it's me." After listening to everyone's description, Carl's expression was quite cold when facing the stranger in front of him who was pretending to be an acquaintance.

"Hey, who are you? Why do I have to know you?" Buster put his fat arms, which were as fat as human dumplings, on the table. This simple action made the fat on his neck, which had become as fat as a swimming ring, ripple. His disdain was almost condensed into substance. This action of not taking Carl seriously angered the miner, and also made the dwarf from the engineering department next to him almost turn into Spider-Man and jump over. If it weren't for the other engineering department members holding him down, looking at his excited look, he would probably scold Buster.

"...It seems that your memory is really not good. Maybe the things you use to think have melted into your fat...You were not like this before." Although Carl was a little excited about meeting Buster after a long absence, after being targeted so rudely, even the most good-tempered dwarf would get angry.

"So? You, an old man who sat up from the coffin, is this how you talk to the director?" Buster's expression was arrogant. He tilted his head slightly to express his disdain in a condescending posture. This action made his neck look like a slightly fried and puffed egg, with the fat still hanging on his neck. Fang Qingyun suspected that if he was not so fat that he could not cross his legs, he would probably cross his legs on the table.

I don’t know what material the boss chair is made of, but it is still as stable as a rock, instead of the internal gas cylinder bursting and sending a tube into his butt.

Bast didn't seem to care about Carl's resurrection, and didn't even show any surprise, as if he had expected Carl to be resurrected. Faced with this supernatural phenomenon, his first reaction was to show off? This attitude made the young dwarf in the engineering department shed tears unconsciously, which scared the engineering department members next to him, who thought they had been too heavy-handed.

The others hurriedly lifted the young dwarf aside and released their hands that were pressing on his mouth, fearing that his intervention would cause unnecessary trouble to Carl's communication. The young dwarf, who had the right to speak again, collapsed to the side, his whole body limp, looking like another idol whose idol had collapsed.

"...Director Buster is the hero Carl's comrade-in-arms, and is also an important person involved in promoting Carl." The young dwarf burst into tears, and his words seemed to be squeezed out of liquid, and his voice was a little unclear: "He clearly regarded Carl as a hero in the promotion... He also launched a lot of co-branded Carl beer dolls..."

After listening to the young dwarf's explanation, the other dwarves understood that this Buster was the dwarf who spared no effort to shape Carl into a hero. He also became a leader with his achievements in this regard, and finally became one of the directors. It was this dwarf who remembered Carl with tears in his eyes in front of the TV, but now he has become a meat mountain who doesn't recognize his relatives...

How could this not make the young dwarf collapse? You know, he has collected dolls and figurines of Carl and Buster fighting together. He is not distressed about the money and the depreciation of the figurines, but now he realizes that his original imagination was just a joke... This feeling of becoming a clown is not pleasant.

“…If Fettig were here, you wouldn’t be like this.” Carl found that Buster in front of him was more unfamiliar than ever. He no longer looked like the gunman who held a cigarette and led the charge. It was normal to help each other on Hawks Star. The relationships among all the people in a dwarf team were not that bad. After all, they would naturally help each other and unite in the face of a life-and-death crisis. But now Buster seemed to treat Carl as a piece of shit, and his attitude was so bad that people suspected that they were mortal enemies... Isn’t this the reverse Xu You?

"Fettig? That old man is gone." Buster lit up a new cigarette and took a deep puff on the filter with his thick lips. Then the smoke seemed to come out from his facial features, covering his entire face. "Karl, you have to thank me. If it weren't for me promoting you, you would be just a dead dwarf now. Would anyone remember you? No one!"

Buster said sarcastically, his rising and restrained tone made his words full of sarcasm: "That old man even said that I was exploiting my comrades...Haha, I made you laugh. You're still exploiting your comrades? Don't get me wrong, I made you a hero!"

Buster pointed his finger, as if he wanted to poke the cigarette butt into Carl's face through the screen. "So it's normal to get a little benefit from it, right? What did I do wrong? And that old guy wanted to ruin my good deeds, but there was nothing I could do. I'm a soft-hearted person, so I just kicked him out of his engineer position and let him retire. What do you think? I didn't kill him because we were teammates before. Isn't that particularly merciful?"

Buster was proudly showing off his so-called kindness, not knowing that his words had already made everyone around him clench their fists: "You have to know that human life is worthless. As long as I give a look, someone will naturally rush to take his life and come to me to claim the credit, and I..."

"Okay, Buster, let's talk about this later." Carl interrupted Buster. If the communicator could only contact his immediate superior, Fang Qingyun suspected that Carl would smash the communicator underground on Hawks Star, and by the way, let the miners smash the communicator on the command drilling platform. He was so angry that he was shaking all over, but for the sake of the dwarves' safety in the future, he still had to do his best to promote the cooperation between the dwarves and Diao Chong: "I came to you to discuss something serious."

"Hey? What's the important matter that requires a dead dwarf like you to crawl out of your grave to tell me? Oh, right, I almost forgot, you don't have a grave." Buster told a joke that he thought was humorous and successfully attracted the hatred of everyone present.

Fang Qingyun couldn't help but admire Carl's temper. If he didn't chat here, but went up and used the holy sword to turn on the chainsaw mode to help Buster perform Saw and lose weight for free, and if Kikuchiyo was provoked... Fang Qingyun suspected that he would be even angrier.

Although not showing one's emotions on one's face is a quality, and respecting other people's lives and not having too much murderous intent is also a quality, Fang Qingyun had to admit that after gaining power and sufficient financial resources, his mood was indeed more likely to fluctuate, and if he was not careful, it would rise to the point of endangering the personal safety of others... In short, his murderous intent was a bit too strong.

Carl's expression remained unchanged. "A huge rockpox meteor shower is about to fall on Hawks Planet. The Overlord of the Tricksters intends to cooperate with the dwarves to deal with this crisis. In exchange, they can provide certain conveniences for the dwarves' future mining."

Carl did not state all the conditions. This was not because he was siding with the cunning bug, but because it was the most basic cognition of a dwarf. Buster had now become an insatiable monster, and what Carl wanted to do was to reduce the mortality rate of the dwarves, that is, to facilitate this negotiation as much as possible. If he put all the conditions out at once, what would happen if this insatiable guy Buster proposed even more demanding conditions? Wouldn't the miners be the ones who would pay the price if the negotiations were cancelled?

"Lord of the Tricksters..." Buster sneered, and then he burst into laughter as if something funny had been done. The fat on his body was shaking like it was in a washing machine, and a button on his suit was broken off. He was tired of laughing and wiped his tears: "Lord of the Tricksters, huh, what a joke..."

Buster responded perfunctorily as if he was watching a joke: "Okay, okay, rock pox meteor shower, tricky insect master...how come I just realized that you, Carl, are so talented in telling jokes?"

"I'm serious." Carl's expression remained unchanged. The thorn beside him silently showed his presence. Her mental power swept in like a tsunami, flattening the tunnel next to it, rolling up a piece of soil that was two meters long, wide and high, and then pressed it hard...

The clod of earth was compressed into a cubic meter of... compressed earth. Then Thorn used his mental power as a needle to poke big holes in the clod of earth like those pierced by spears. Although Thorn did not reveal his appearance, this was enough to shock Buster.

Fang Qingyun looked at Thorn's expressionless little face and sensed a little impatience and anger from her emotions. This emotion made the insects next to her start to get irritable. Densely packed insects gathered around Carl and started to hiss at Buster together.

So Jingzhi actually has emotions? Hasn't she always been cold? At most, she cares a little more about food... Fang Qingyun gave up thinking about it. This was not something he could understand.

If it was the Buster of the past, he would probably remain calm in the face of such a scene, and might even be eager to try out his weapons. But now Buster was frightened by the bug and fell back, almost rolling off his boss chair. This embarrassed look made Carl and the other dwarves secretly happy, but Carl did not show it on his face.

"As you can see, he's right next to me." Carl didn't reveal more information about Thorn. What if Buster... tsk... got it? Makes a more outrageous request, then the worms will probably fight the dwarves to the death. By then, let alone mining, there may be worms hiding in the grass at the landing point of the airdrop pod, and they will rush to Demacia as soon as they see the dwarves come out.

The embarrassed Buster pulled himself back to the communicator. Being able to make so many cunning insects hiss instead of attacking, this already explained a lot of things. He was shocked and not only did he not realize his own insignificance, but he began to raise the price: "Okay, you proved that there is a cunning insect master next to you, but I have suffered psychological trauma. I want compensation. I don't want much of the precious materials such as umma stone and jade. One million units of each first."

Chapter 377: The disadvantaged group who were given fairness decided to obtain more privileges

Hawks is indeed a planet rich in minerals. The gold here appears in clusters. You can find several such mining sites by walking around in the Zerg tunnel. If you don’t bring a mining mule to store the ore, a dwarf team can carry a total of 160 kilograms, or 160 units of minerals without interfering with their own activities. An average of 40 kilograms per person is already very heavy. After all, so many weapons, equipment and ammunition are heavy enough, and they won’t be able to move if they carry so many minerals.

Even with a mining mule, all the materials obtained at one time, including gold, would be at most around 500 units. If the dwarf was a little greedy and chose to let the mining mule unload the cargo and run back and forth between the drop pod and the mining site, this number would be at most 1,000. Only dwarves with great skills and courage could do this.

And now Buster asked for one million units of all the materials. What does this mean? You have to know that a piece of jade that needs a dwarf to hold it horizontally is as big as a bag of cement. It takes three hours to dig and only gets about 30 units. A small piece of material that is not as rich as gold reserves only gets 15 to 20 units. Now he asks for one million units... It's like you stepped on someone's foot while walking, and that person asked you for 10 million in compensation. This is a sum of money that most people dare not even think about.

Although Thorn, as the master of the Insects, could do it, after all, it was not difficult to mobilize the Insects. There were more Insects, there was more power, and one million of various materials was not a difficult task, but Carl still decided to refuse.

Now Buster is just testing the waters. If this condition can be agreed to immediately, who knows what other excessive conditions he will put forward. He might even ask the Lord of Insects to obey his orders. If he knew that Thorn was a woman, he might have some bolder ideas.

After all, after seeing the power of thorns, even if Buster didn't want to be overwhelmed, he would inevitably have the idea of ​​holding the Overlord of the Insects in his hand as a trump card. If he succeeded, it would be an unimaginable huge fortune. The dwarves who wanted to go to the mines had to pay him protection fees, otherwise he would get more Insects to make trouble for them...

As long as he holds the Lord of Diao Chong in his hands, his voice is bound to rise to a level that other directors cannot reach, and he may even control the entire Deep Rock Galaxy Group.

Buster obviously also understood the principle of asking for a high price and then paying the low price. He first asked for a higher price and then made some "appropriate" concessions, which would naturally increase the success rate of the negotiation. After understanding this principle, Buster decided to promote the negotiation. As long as he could get the Lord of Trickster in his hands, all his efforts would be worth it.

At worst, if the negotiations broke down, then he had to be prepared for the disappearance of the Overlord of the Insects. Buster crossed his hands like a palm leaf fan in front of his face, calmly dialed the phone at hand, and used simple sign language to instruct his secretary to track the signal at an angle where Carl could not see, and by the way mobilized his own dwarf guards.

If the negotiations fail, he will mobilize the elite Dwarf Guards to follow the signal and kill the Insect Overlord. He does not believe that anything can guarantee survival under the bombardment of bullets and explosives.

In this regard, he was just looking at the world from a narrow perspective. On the one hand, the defense of the thorns could not be broken through by so-called bullets and explosives... or to put it another way, the explosives that could break through the thorns' mental power and blow up the thorns all over the ground were enough to make a big hole in the ground. A nuclear bomb of a certain equivalent detonated at close range might not necessarily kill a collective consciousness born from the collective mental power of insects around the world, except for the Tsar.

On the other hand, even if the thorns were blown all over the ground, she was ultimately just a spiritual entity, and she only gained a body when she tried to contact Yulis. Death was not even a setback for her. She could use Diao Chong's body as a springboard at any time and escape thousands of miles away in an instant.

There are only two ways to kill the thorns. One is to kill all the insects on Hawks in an instant, so that the thorns will die naturally. But if Deep Rock Galactic Group has this ability, it will not need to let the dwarf miners take such a big risk, unless they cannot afford such expenses, so they use a more primitive way to gain more benefits, that is, choose to save money between saving trouble and saving money.

Another way is to find some big guys from the magic side. After isolating the natural mental support of the thorns from the insects, let the big guys fight with the thorns. In this way, after the thorns that cannot escape are completely defeated, the collective consciousness of the insects will have to give birth to a new master. But this is only a temporary solution and not a fundamental solution.

Buster couldn't do either of these two things, but after giving the orders to prepare for action, he still maintained his foolish courage and confidence, thinking that he had Fang Qingyun and his group under control and was ready to gain more benefits.

"The Rockpox will crash into Hawks tomorrow, and a biochemical crisis will occur at that time. Are you sure you want so many materials at this time?" Carl asked back.

Although Buster's target is thorns rather than materials, he still wants to fight for it. No one would dislike having too much money, right?

"So you should hurry up. Without my order, you won't get even a bullet or a dwarf." Buster seemed fearless. He slowly put on his third cigarette and then lit it with a golden lighter with carved patterns. "You have no choice, right?"

Carl gritted his teeth. He really had no initiative in this regard. This stupid communicator could only be used to contact his immediate superiors. He couldn't negotiate with other directors. Therefore, the only one who could solve the problem was Buster. Not to mention that Buster wanted these materials, even if Buster's request was outrageous, Carl could only grit his teeth and agree. His only bargaining chip was to tell Buster that he would lose everything if he crossed the line.

"The materials are not precious," Thorn gave his own opinion. To the cunning insects, these priceless materials are just a pile of colorful stones. Their main source of nutrition is not these stones, so just give them away.

Fang Qingyun was about to remind Carl, but Carl nodded and agreed to Buster's request: "So many materials are fine, but the payment must be delayed. Once a large number of worms are infected by rock pox, the consequences will be disastrous. Therefore, it is impossible to have so many worms at the beginning of mining. Those materials will be given to you within a month."

Carl estimated the time. In fact, if the minerals were sent to the nearest space drilling platform landing point, it might only take a week, but if they were to be sent to Buster's sphere of influence, this time would be greatly increased.

Fang Qingyun covered his forehead with his hands. Carl's agreement was like handing over all his initiative. If he had negotiated for a while longer, Buster's next bid would have been a little more restrained. Isn't this attitude of taking whatever he wants telling the other party that he is easy to bully?

Things turned out just as Fang Qingyun expected. Bastet nodded and said, "Okay, now that we have discussed the gifts, let's start discussing the contents of the treaty."

"Gift?" Carl didn't understand.

"Yes, gifts." Buster nodded as a matter of course, and defined the various materials for the one million just now. The sarcastic tone made Carl tremble with anger: "How can you ask me to do something without giving you a bribe? I don't want to take your money, I want to take your money to do the job~ If you are not my good friend, I will definitely ask for two million."

Fang Qingyun couldn't bear to see Buster's look of deep sorrow and indignation at the great loss he had suffered. He frowned and had no hope for the negotiation. The greedy capitalist and a simple miner would only end up at another Paris Peace Conference. But Fang Qingyun didn't intend to intervene. The development of things was still under his control for the time being. Besides, he had the ability to overturn the table at any time. Therefore, his greed towards Buster was more of a disgust for his personal qualities, but it had not yet reached the point where they would become mortal enemies.

"My next condition is very simple. All the bugs must obey my command, and the bug master must come to the subordinate's command platform as a hostage. I will let him go when the matter is over." Buster's request did not seem so excessive, but it far exceeded the previous condition in terms of crossing the sovereignty.

The previous condition was just to ask for money, but this one was even better. It was to control the bugs as a puppet government and use the thorns as hostages? And release the thorns after the end? Only a three-year-old child would believe this. Fang Qingyun had every reason to believe that what Buster did was to use the bugs to make things difficult for his competitors. As long as he stood out from his peers, his career would naturally be smooth sailing.

Carl considered the problem from another angle and then put forward his own opinion: "That's impossible. Diao Chong is a collaborator, not a colony. If such conditions are put forward to Diao Chong, it will definitely go to war without saying a word. If you want to ensure mutual trust, why not build a small mining town on the surface? Gaining command of Diao Chong will only make everything more complicated."

"Then there's no need for you to worry about it." Buster's evil ambitions are known to everyone. Carl didn't react for a while, but he soon got around this corner and realized what Buster wanted to do.

"Impossible! You want to use the bugs to cause trouble to other people? I will never agree to it!" Carl almost overturned the table. You know, he was negotiating for the survival rate of other dwarves. If Buster gained control of the bugs, then the survival rate of the dwarf miners under other directors would undoubtedly be affected by endless attacks by bugs under Buster's orders. Although the survival rate of the miners under Buster was improved, the other dwarves would suffer.

What's more, this is a biological crisis, which is much more serious than an epidemic. Once a case occurs, it may cause a major crisis with irreversible consequences. If Buster causes trouble for other dwarves, then the so-called infection control will become an empty talk. Buster will definitely spare no effort to make the rockpox infection more serious, thereby highlighting the incompetence of other directors.

From this perspective, Labaster's entry is similar to fighting against a common enemy with a certain school principal and the Union Jack. You must always believe in his ability to hold back his teammates, preserve his strength, and use the enemy to eliminate his teammates. The key is that this kind of person is short-sighted and does not know it...

"There's nothing to talk about." After realizing the purpose of Buster's actions, Carl declared the negotiation dead without hesitation: "Buster, you disappoint me!"

He hung up the phone angrily and disconnected from the Internet.

Chapter 378: He is the one who is anxious, not me

Looking at the communication interface that suddenly turned into a snow screen, Buster, who was still imagining how much benefit he could get in the future and reach the peak of his life, was dumbfounded. He always thought that Carl had room to continue to retreat. If all this space fell into his hands, it would be an unimaginable fortune, but now all this wealth has turned into nothing.

Buster's first reaction was not anger or rage, but a sense of fantasy that things had developed beyond his expectations. He didn't even react to Carl hanging up the phone. No, I haven't even started to be shameless yet, why did you hang up the phone? Buster always believed that it was normal to be cunning in negotiations, so that he could test the other party's bottom line while maximizing his interests.

For example, if this negotiation is successful and requires the dispatch of 10,000 dwarf teams, then Buster will send 6,000 first. If there is no particularly big reaction from Carl, then the cost of sending out the remaining 4,000 dwarf teams can be saved. It will be more meaningful whether to keep it for himself or to manage relations.

This way of thinking is unimaginable for the Chinese who have been educated in integrity since childhood. When it comes to negotiations, once a promise is made, it is made. The conditions agreed to in the exchange of interests between the two parties cannot be ignored by playing tricks. However, many Western countries are different. They have a stronger business mindset and a considerable number of people like to do meaningless "nagging". Even the Union Jack, which declined after World War II, likes to show a cold face and make tests during negotiations.

This kind of probing sometimes seems very stupid, just like a business negotiation between two parties. The Chinese side is more inclined to strive for necessary interests, such as money and land transactions, and both sides just make a fuss about these. But it is different in the West. They may talk nonsense to the beautiful women on the other side during the negotiations, deliberately using this clumsy probing to see the other side's reaction. If the reaction is not big, they will continue. This kind of pervasive and shameless probing often leads to the departure of unprofessional negotiators.

Carl is like this, but it's not because he is unprofessional, but Buster's performance has seriously violated his bottom line, so he feels there is no need to talk further, that would only be aiding and abetting evil. It is basically unrealistic to ask Buster to give up this idea. Buster's bottom line is to control the bugs, so that he can suppress his competitors, and the upper limit is to control the thorns, so as to create an upward channel for himself. Therefore, Carl and Buster's bottom lines are conflicting, it would be strange if they could reach an agreement.

But Buster didn't understand this. He was still confused by Carl's angry departure. In his mind, he hadn't even started the shameless temptation, so why did Carl give up?

Buster sat in his boss chair with a gloomy expression. Carl's resurrection caught him off guard, but it also gave him a huge opportunity. What's more... it didn't matter whether Carl was really resurrected or not. As long as there was such a reason, it would be fine. Although according to Buster's impression of Carl, this Carl did look a lot like the young boy back then...

This is not important, just like Carl's own deeds have actually been added with some legendary colors that do not belong to him. It does not matter whether it is true or not. What matters is that others think he is true, and that is enough.