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Chen Tao felt disoriented, vaguely seeing the Da Qian Region before him. He was confronted by the gaunt old man and the emaciated child, both of whom were cursing him. They condemned his overly abundant conscience and blamed him for caring for the Barbarians while neglecting those who had not yet had their fill.
The taste of being scorned by the common people, though merely a figment of Chen Tao's imagination, still shook him to his core. He clutched his heart and stepped back several paces. No, no, no! This isn't how it is!
Chen Tao snapped back to reality and faced Xu Lie, his eyes still reflecting a hint of shock. "We should have a better way!" he exclaimed. "For instance, Your Highness, you could completely follow the previous method! Hiring the Barbarian tribes to cultivate Fudi—wouldn't that work just as well?"
After all, when you were constructing the docks in Qianxia City, Your Highness had already done it once. Clearly, this approach is better than forcing the Barbarians into labor! It benefits everyone, doesn’t it? The Da Qian People can be well-fed, and the Barbarians wouldn’t have to suffer so much; they would also help with cultivation!
Xu Lie glared at Chen Tao with irritation, as if looking at someone utterly foolish. Did this guy really think that his money came from thin air? Even if he used points to buy gold and silver at the company—at a purely bargain price—he couldn't afford to be so extravagant and wasteful.
How precious were those company points? How could they be squandered so recklessly? Not to mention the National Treasury funds from the Ministry of Revenue; that was the hard-earned wealth of the Da Qian People! To use all of it to hire Barbarians? That would be like having one’s brain kicked by a donkey.
In an industrial age, there would be no problem because there would be a massive output of goods. One could easily pay the Barbarians first and then recoup through sales. But Da Qian was still in an agrarian era—wasn’t doing so akin to courting death?
In an agrarian society, there was no substantial industrial output. If too much silver was given to the Barbarians, what would they buy? Food? Fudi had no shortage of that. Luxury goods? Silk and ceramics? The local nobles had already monopolized those; there was nothing extra to sell to the Barbarians.
Even if there was a little surplus, how much profit could be made? The wealth accumulated by the Barbarians would inevitably lead them to target Salt and Iron.
The local merchants of Da Qian would transport goods as long as there was money to be made, without caring much about the consequences. What would happen as a result? The prices of salt and iron would skyrocket, making it increasingly unaffordable for the common people of Da Qian, who would then flock to Fudi. With iron in hand, Fudi might even descend into chaos, disrupting the currently favorable situation and effectively shooting themselves in the foot.
How foolish could Xu Lie be to allow such a thing to happen? Just thinking about the consequences nearly made him the target of Chen Tao's laughter. Unable to hold back, he finally clapped his hands and said, "Well said! So why don't you put up the money?"
Huh? Chen Tao was momentarily stunned, having lost track of the argument after so many exchanges: "I, I, I don’t have any money."
"Pfft, hahahaha! Chen Tao, this protagonist is killing me! What’s the point of saying that if you don’t have any money?"
"What a character! Is this a debate or are we looking for a sucker?"
"Originally a serious discussion, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud here; it's just too funny."
"Chen Tao, you owe me a new screen! I was eating just now! I'm crying; my screen is covered in soup!"
Not only could Xu Lie not contain himself, but even the audience couldn't hold back their laughter. They were thoroughly entertained by Chen Tao's antics, flooding the chat with all sorts of comments. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted into a joyful sea of laughter.
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