One Hundred and Forty-Seven Deceive the Little Girl

If all scientific research directions are used as a metaphor for weapons of war, radio technology is the atomic bomb in the field of communication. It was born to make communication easy, and the cost savings are simply incalculable.

When Chris demonstrated his radio communication technology in front of Vivian, Vivian was completely conquered by industrial civilization. As far as she understood, this technique was nothing short of magic.

"It's really amazing. Although we can make the magic wave pass like this, we can't find a fixed object to receive such a signal." Vivian looked at the radio transmitter, and had an urge to take it away.

She touched the casing of the telegraph with her hand, and seemed to feel the objects inside: "What we can do is to use this fluctuation to wake up a simple magic circle in the distance, so as to transmit the simplest message... "

Having said that, she gave up her efforts - this damn machine, like all the machines before it, didn't have the slightest breath of magic. She can't perceive the objects inside, because it's just some metal without any "sense" to her.

"So, you can take this kind of equipment with you when you leave, so that you can contact us in Grecon." Chris pointed to the telegraph machine that had been shrunk in front of him, and spoke to Vivi. Ann said.

"If I can, I need 100 of these... transmitters!" Vivian Lion opened his mouth and said to Chris, "Grecon is willing to exchange something for this technology."

"What?" Chris thinks that there are probably a lot of good things on Greiken's side. Maybe there are some magic scrolls, magic weapons and other big killers. In exchange for these things with a radio and telegraph, he can be said to be a safe bet.

"We have a lot of gold coins. After all, Greken also has its own mines. I can pay you a lot of gold..." Vivian said, "In our place, the preciousness of gold is very low, and it can only be found in Used in some alchemy..."

Well, I know you have money... Chris is too lazy to complain. He originally wanted to exchange some very important magic items, but what he didn't expect was that the Magic Empire became tacky, which is so tacky that people can't surpass it...

"This, a thousand telegraph machines is not cheap..." Chris felt that at this time, he should use his strengths in ripping off, and let the powerful magic empire of Greken make a little blood.

"We exchange it with equal weight of gold! Or, twice the weight." The great Miss Vivian seemed to have some misunderstanding of the value of gold, and said: "That thing is really not something in our country. valuable metal."

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What about ripping off a good deal, do your parents know that you are so rich? Chris stared at Miss Vivienne in front of him with wide eyes. He really didn't know what to say. He held back for a long time, and finally came up with a topic he was most interested in: "Well, if the telegraph is 300 It's sold from Taiwan, do you still buy it..."

At this moment, Chris remembered many famous "idioms", such as "ordinary family", "I don't know the beauty of my wife", "repentance of creating Ali", "nothing at all". In short, Chris feels that if he mass-produces 1,000 telegraph machines for auction, it is estimated that the problem of Alan Hill borrowing money to develop the industry may be completely solved...

"Are you willing to sell so much? That's great, let's just 300 units." Vivian nodded excitedly and agreed: "I knew that the desire of the Alan Hill Empire to jointly build human civilization is Same as Gricken."

"Well, as long as Gricken is willing to give all of his gold, maybe my cabinet will be on your side... don't say you're going to fight demons, you're going to hit Earth, and they'll agree and Signed on the declaration of war..." Chris covered his face helplessly, and secretly complained in his heart.

Looking at the parked cars in the distance, Vivian seemed to remember something and said, "You still have vehicles that can walk without magic... This has no effect on our Greken. The magic in our place. The breath is inexhaustible, so we prefer to use magic as a power to drive some magical devices."

"But I have to say, those magic devices are too bulky and don't look as sophisticated as your industrial products. Maybe we should wrap our magic devices too, they look too... stupid." Vivian mentioned the magic empire. When things come, there is a trend of gushing.

This young lady who doesn't know her actual age is very good at everything, but her mouth is too talkative. She was always gushing, as if there were no secrets at all in her mouth.

She has visited many of Serris' industrial bases these days and seen a lot of weapons and equipment that Alan Hill has not yet started mass production. She even felt the momentum of dozens of fighter jets forming in the air, which made her very excited.

After all, it is not easy to see mortals flying in the sky elsewhere.

"Of course, we can also explore our sky through clever use of radio! We can detect many flying objects, which may be of great help to you as well." Chris took Vivian to visit the radar station again, and let Vivian felt the working principle of the first-generation anti-air warning radar.

Vivian felt the fluctuation this time, but there was still no magical breath. She looked up at the sky curiously, and seemed to feel a kind of energy that was difficult to capture spreading into the distance.

But she knew that it was because she was standing too close to the radar antenna. If she moved away, she would not be able to perceive such energy fluctuations accurately.

But this still made Vivian very excited. After she visited the performance about radar detection, she started her expensive purchase again: "I want this! This! How much does it cost?"

Miss Vivienne, who went as the locals did, seemed to immediately accept the so-called "selling from XX" statement. Her mouth made Chris full of embarrassment that she had lied to the innocent little girl.

"I've heard about your manufacturing and production model. I heard that under this strange model, the cost of producing 1,000 cups is lower than the cost of producing 300 cups..." Vivian didn't understand the situation. I am still willing to show my erudition. She looked at Chris proudly, showing off some of the fun things she saw along the way.

I hope those businessmen will never know that they sold the iron radar antenna for the price of pure gold... Chris prayed in his heart, smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, the charm of mass production lies in this, Wei Wei. Miss Vianne."

"When I go back, I will have someone send gold." Vivian seemed to be very pleased with Chris' compliment, nodded and said, "In my opinion, you are really not very good at fighting! Your talents in other aspects , is much stronger than your fighting style."

Then Chris took Vivian to visit many factories, some factories were very interesting to Vivian, and some factories were not attractive at all to Vivian, the great magician.

For example, the magical electric light factory, Vivienne is very dismissive, the magical atmosphere of Greken is too strong, so they can use the always-on magic lamp as lighting, which is environmentally friendly and pollution-free, and the light is soft and durable.

She was very interested in the canned fish sold in the Seris City Market, and after tasting it, she couldn't put it down any more - after all, there is no ocean near the Eye of Magic. Grecon is a landlocked country, and their navy is not as strong as Alan Hill's...

"This is delicious! Your Majesty Chris! If I can, I want to have this for dinner too! Also, I'm going to bring back some of Gricken and share it with my good friends." That weird mask, she ended up getting the mask covered in grease.

This was inconsistent with her noble status as a magician, but it didn't slow her down from eating canned fish. After eating three full cans in one go, the great magician from Greken let out a satisfied exclamation.

"Using magic to keep fresh is too extravagant, and we don't often go to the seaside far from the eye of magic, so we have no concept of sea fish, and there are no such cute-looking fish in our lake..." Vivian They gestured with oily hands, describing how terrible the fish in their hometown was.

For Chris, the kind of fish she mentioned is basically a variant of stingray after heavy metal pollution and a large amount of G virus intake. Not to mention eating it, even just looking at it will make people lose their appetite.

"I can give you some of this in private and let you take it back as a gift..." Chris finally couldn't bear to trick a little girl into buying canned fish with equal weight gold, and made up his mind to pay for the other party.

Vivian was very satisfied with the kindness that Chris passed on to her, nodded with a smile and said, "I can't survive here for a long time, so I have to leave as soon as possible... If I can, I will take some things first, you Rest assured, Grecon will honor his promise and deliver the gold to Elan Hill."

Seeing that Vivian saved his life, Chris didn't mind that the other party took some of the goods first. He nodded and said, "Yes! I will prepare everything for you, and you can leave at any time. "

"Then, from now on, let's rely on that thing called a radio transmitter to communicate!" Vivian took another look at the mountain of horseshoe cans in the cannery and said, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Okay! No problem." Chris nodded and agreed.