Chapter 645: I Speak My Mind, Can You Control Me?

And just at the same time as the commander-in-chief's side began his own plan, the discussions on the world channel were also intensifying.

It was just that this discussion had already shifted from the skepticism, conviction, and sensation when the engraving machine appeared, to another direction that looked reasonable and logical but also slightly weird.

"Fellow bros in the Bone-Chilling Snowfield, has anyone bought an engraving machine? I'll offer five Silver Coins, help me change my class!"

"Are there any big shots in the Wailing Wilderness selling quotas? I'll offer ten Silver Coins, sell me one!"

"What about Red Peak Rock Mountain? Has anyone in Red Peak Rock Mountain bought one? Count me in!"

"Dawn Strait, twenty Silver Coins for one class-change quota, first come first served..."

Yes.

Because the appearance of the engraving machine allowed everyone to see the hope of improving their strength.

Different from those Evolution Items, although the 'class system' brought by this kind of engraving machine couldn't reach the height of an Evolver, it could still allow them to enhance their strength.

Let alone a few Silver Coins or over ten Silver Coins, even for quotas of fifty Silver Coins or even one Gold Coin each, it was believed there would be people who would buy them directly without blinking an eye.

After all, who wouldn't like this kind of improvement that was laid out plainly, letting you see at a glance whether it was good or bad?

Moreover, everyone now knew that things like Evolution Items required Ancient Blood.

And this kind of Ancient Blood was pitifully scarce.

Up until now, it was even almost at the point of extinction.

Even the Evolvers' side couldn't get new Evolution Items as a method to grow their own ethnic group. So rather than extravagantly hoping for Evolution Items, it was better for them to choose something slightly more realistic.

Improving strength first was the key.

"I really envy those guys who can afford to buy an engraving machine. This is simply a hen that lays eggs."

"Although I am indeed very envious, twenty thousand Gold Coins still feels too expensive. There fundamentally aren't many people who can afford to buy it, right?"

"How is that possible? It seems you still understand those organizations too little. Tens of thousands of Gold Coins are huge sums in our eyes, but in others' eyes, they are nothing more than that bit of pocket change."

"Indeed. Just think of those prodigals on Blue Star who changed sports cars every day while you couldn't even afford to buy a low-end car, and you'll know that no matter what world it is, there is disparity."

"Not to mention it's an existence that can enhance strength. As long as someone has a bit of strength, no matter who sees it, they would buy it, right."

"That is for sure."

"Saying it out loud might make you guys feel it's a bit of nonsense, but I can very responsibly tell you that a mere twenty thousand Gold Coins really isn't much money. Just in this short while, Tarot Manor's side has already shipped over three thousand units, and there are as many as over fifty million engraving Potions."

"Tsk tsk, wouldn't over three thousand units be over sixty million Gold Coins?"

"Over fifty million engraving Potions? Isn't that at least over five million Gold Coins?"

"The Dark Witches have made a killing."

"It's far more than just making a killing, but for those Witches, this bit of money isn't considered anything either."

"No way, over five million Gold Coins still isn't considered anything?"

"If you knew that they spent nearly two million Gold Coins just purchasing herbs a while ago, you wouldn't say such things."

"Only over two million and you actually have the nerve to bring it out to say? The Light Witches' side is said to have spent a full over ten million Gold Coins just purchasing monster corpses."

"No, what are you guys comparing here? Is your desire to win and lose really this weird?"

"I'm chatting on the world channel, can you control me?"

"I'm a fanatic fan of Witches, what's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with this world? It's millions to tens of millions of Gold Coins at every turn? Are Gold Coins so easy to earn now?"

"To be honest, I really didn't expect people to be so rich now? I'm afraid the minting machines over at the mint are probably rubbing out sparks, right?"

"Actually it's not strange. A small factory I'm in can earn quite a lot in a month just by relying on making glass bottles for Witches."

"Good fellow, there's even this kind of business?"

"Otherwise, where do you think those glass bottles come from when the Witches' side ships so many Potions every day?"

"More than that, apart from this kind of workshop-style small factory, there are also those scaled industrial parks in the Forsaken Territory."

"Ah, you mean the industries under that Cunning Merchant, right."

"Being a dog for the Witches is just great. Not only can one obtain the management rights to such a large place, but one can also do whatever one wants on it."

"What? Envious? Jealous?"

"No, I just simply want to know if the Witches still have dogs. I'm especially good at barking."

"Then bless you to let the Witches hear your dog barks earlier."

The crowd on the world channel was discussing.

But as time passed, this kind of discussion shifted more from the engraving machine itself to commerce.

To be more accurate, to economics.

Although this wasn't Blue Star, the economy naturally didn't entirely rely on Blue Star's operating model either.

But being rich and having no money was the same anywhere.

Towards those guys who could afford it, everyone either despised them or sucked up to them.

But regarding the engraving machine itself, they mostly disdained it for being sold a bit expensively.

To say something unpleasant, although even if given a NinetyPercentDiscount they still might not necessarily be able to afford those two thousand Gold Coins, this didn't hinder their 'disdain' at all.

And the reason why the engraving machine increased from the ten thousand Gold Coins sold to the allied forces of the kings previously to twenty thousand Gold Coins, was because the data collection was about done.

With the support of hundreds of thousands of data, and on the foundation of slight improvements, the price naturally went up as well.

As for what was improved.

Don't ask; anyway, if you ask, it means it was improved.

However, the Potions on the Dark Witches' side didn't increase in price along with it.

After all, the starting points were different.

For the engraving machine, everyone had to share the money. If fewer were sold, less would be shared, which was why it directly skyrocketed by ten thousand Gold Coins.

And Lan Qingyou's side wanted more valuable corporate slaves.

So while mass-producing these beasts of burden, casually earning a bit was enough.

Moreover, with the Transmigrators' base number being so large, this kind of shipment volume was basically equivalent to 'SmallProfitsHighVolume'.

Combining it all, it was still a large sum of money.

After all, there were still billions of Transmigrators on the continent right now.

Just this base number was enough for them to make a killing from selling Potions.

"So much money again. We only just spent two million earlier..."

Looking at the sparkling Gold Coins piling up in the warehouse, Beatrice sighed.

Previously, they had finally managed with great difficulty to spend two million Gold Coins to empty out several warehouses, but as a result, it hadn't been long before they were full again.

Even if she mobilized all the Witches in Eureka to carry two bags back per person to have some fun, there would still be a lot left.

"How about we still continue to purchase materials, although the prices have risen slightly..."

Beatrice once again experienced that kind of happy trouble.