Chapter 2512

Lunch time ended, and everyone soon stood up from the sofa and started cleaning. Some people might ask, calling people like Pamela and Lex over, can you still expect them to serve the professor like ordinary college students?

Even if they want to, do they have that ability? Lex has a whole professional cleaning team responsible for maintenance in his manor in Gotham. Wanting this young master to do it himself is a bit difficult.

But Lex is worthy of being the smartest person in the world. The way he cleaned these offices was to lie on the windowsill and shout "Superman!!!!!"

Superman really came. He stood in the room and blew a breath, and the dust was blown away. But obviously they still have many things to move, and furniture also needs to be placed. Superman is only one person and can't take care of so much work.

But fortunately, there are no heavy objects to move, they are all personal items of professors, so they are all packing up. Lex and Clark stayed in Schiller's office because they are the most familiar with Schiller.

Schiller put the books he moved from the old office into the bookshelf by category. Just after putting the second one, he heard Clark and Lex sighing.

"... Many agricultural products can't be sold. Secondary processors charge too high. If you add transportation costs, it's a completely losing business. But if the harvest of this season cannot be cashed, we have no money to buy seeds and update agricultural machinery, sigh..."

"So why did the secondary processors raise prices?" Lex asked knowingly.

"Of course, because the sales of all kinds of agricultural products are not good. Many people can't sell them after processing. Secondary processing is just wasting money in vain. Many farm owners no longer do this stupid thing. Factory bosses have to raise the unit price of processing in order to earn more money."

"What things do your farms have that need secondary processing?"

"Too many, grain for brewing, milk for making dairy products, melons and fruits for making canned food..."

"Can't these be sold without processing?"

"Not entirely. Except for wheat specifically used for brewing, other things can also be sold, but because the storage time is too short and the market in the town is too small, they often go bad before they can be pulled to big cities by car. They can only be sold after being made into various products."

"In the final analysis, it's a problem of transportation costs. If you could have a plane, you wouldn't have to worry about this," Lex said pointedly.

Clark nodded and said, "Yeah, now prices in Metropolis are soaring, and many people can't eat fresh grain and vegetables at all. But the grain and vegetables at my home can't be sold because the distance is too far. If there were really a plane... um?"

Clark turned his head to look at Lex. Lex spread his hands. Clark had to point to himself and say, "You don't mean to let me transport it?!!"

"It's not what I said, you said it yourself," Lex shrugged and said. "You are much faster than a plane, and safe, and can even use your biological field or something to ensure that grain and vegetables are not damaged."

"But... but I have a job," Clark said. "You also know that the parades and protests in Metropolis have been very fierce recently, but the mayor adopted a strategy of violent confrontation, and has been using police to suppress the public. I need to expose these things..."

"Why do the public want to protest?"

"Of course, because prices are soaring, they can't afford to eat, and there are a lot of exorbitant taxes to pay. Of course they will parade and protest... oh, you mean, as long as I transport enough grain, I can improve the situation of the public, and they won't protest anymore."

"Speaking of which, it is indeed like this, but it is relatively difficult to execute," Lex said. "First of all, in a big city where materials are scarce, once someone sells all kinds of daily necessities at a low price or a normal price, someone will definitely hoard goods."

"If it's an individual, it's fine. After all, you can't put that much in the house. But many black-hearted businessmen won't care about that. As long as there is a warehouse, they will hoard it. They don't care whether others can eat or not."

Clark also thought of this possibility. He was angry and frustrated and said, "But just transporting grain has occupied all my time. I can't stare at who bought how much."

"Even if I stand in front of the stall and stare, they send different people to buy, and I can't distinguish them. I can't listen to their inner voices one by one, right?"

"So you need a perfect and mature supervision system to ensure that everyone buys a sufficient and appropriate amount, neither too much nor too little, neither occupying others' nor their own."

"Do I have to write a set of programs first? But I don't have that time, nor do I have such ability..." Clark looked at Lex and said, "You don't mean to say you come?"

"This is a perfect cooperation, isn't it? You are responsible for thinking of ways to transport the surplus grain from your farm or the entire Kansas state to Metropolis, which solves the problems of farm owners and satisfies the needs of Metropolis's livelihood. It satisfies your hero psychology and satisfies my need to make money and earn fame."

"I'm not for any hero psychology," Clark said. "I just want more people to eat... wait, if I can transport grain from Kansas, then can I transport grain from Mexico?"

Lex snapped his fingers in shock and said, "Amazing wisdom!"

"And if I can do this, then Green Lantern and the others can also do it. Perhaps Arthur can also take the water route. We can work together to transport the surplus grain from Mexico to the United States, which solves the problem of poverty there and ensures the basic survival of people here."

Lex was already clapping his hands, shaking his head and sighing while clapping, "It is worthy of being a Kryptonian, who can think of ways that humans can't."

Clark showed a trace of disgust and said, "Why can't you say something directly, and have to guide me to say it?"

Lex just wanted to refute him, but Clark said, "Is the relationship between us worth you spending so much effort? Just say it directly. I won't really think I'm smarter than you."

A straight ball choked Lex. Clark asked again, "We can transport grain over, but can you really ensure that everyone gets the share they deserve?"

"Of course, the more chaotic the society, the easier it is for capable people to rebuild a new order. As long as you ensure that this order can play a temporary role, it will establish the public's confidence, and it will naturally be pushed forward. And as long as the order is scientific enough, at least supporting through the current depression is not a problem."

"I don't have much research on sociology," Clark scratched his head and said. "But I can probably hear whether what you said is reasonable. Why don't you talk about it?"

"The simplest, we just need to ensure that everyone can eat and won't starve to death. I estimate that the grain you transport is probably only enough to ensure this. Unless you can take the entire Mexico to grow crops, otherwise the efficiency of your land growing crops is good enough to feed more than 10 million people."

Clark nodded, indicating that he understood. He also knew that what Lex said was a fact. The land they obtained was indeed very large and fertile, but at least 80% was not utilized, and they didn't just grow grain for eating, feed was also a big head.

Now encountering this kind of thing, being able to provide for 10 million people to maintain basic survival needs is considered Mexico's agricultural conditions are unique.

"So far, the most reasonable, scientific, and simple way to determine how much food a person needs to survive is to look at the other party's weight," Lex said. "Adults eat more, children eat less, mainly because the energy they need to maintain their own operation is different. We can start from this point."

"Perhaps I can establish a Luthor Group health standard system. Metropolis residents only need to be certified in the health system, and the system can infer how much food they need every day."

"Then they can receive vouchers corresponding to the amount of food through the network or machines deployed in the city, and then go to the warehouse closest to home to collect food with this voucher..."

Clark was still nodding constantly. Schiller couldn't listen anymore. He coughed twice and very tactfully hinted, "In fact, Clark, this is actually a method that has been practiced. It actually exists in various..."

"But technology has developed, hasn't it?" Lex said immediately, "I can ensure that the physical examination of everyone's health status is completely accurate, and the food allocated to them is absolutely enough to maintain their survival needs."

"In terms of anti-counterfeiting, I also have confidence. Every voucher everyone gets has an exclusive mark, and there is absolutely no possibility of later forgery or exchange."

"And from a psychological point of view, how much food this voucher can exchange for is actually not important. What is important is that they know the government has so much food that it can afford to keep the whole city from starving. This will make them gain a sense of security, which is at least helpful to their mental health."

"Taking a step back, even if the food they exchange can circulate within the family, or even circulate in a small range between neighbors and acquaintances, it doesn't matter. They make their own choices and bear the consequences of their choices. This limited freedom can also provide them with a sense of security and help the stability of the system."

Schiller sighed and thought, what health evaluation system, what food exchange voucher, isn't this a food stamp?!

Clark can't see it, but can Schiller not see it? Lex is even waiting for the Mexican revolution, preparing to rebel against the sky, step by step, directly implementing the distribution system in the most prosperous big city on the East Coast of the United States, and entering socialism in a big step.

What's even more outrageous is that he is fiercely wooling the sheep of individual heroism. Aren't you superheroes capable? Then I think cross-state transportation of grain shouldn't be a big problem, right? As long as the transportation cost is erased out of thin air, it can fully reach the point where buyers and sellers are happy.

This Clark is still nodding constantly. He doesn't think about how many trips he has to fly a day to transport enough grain once the demand is opened. Hal is also unlucky. He doesn't know anything, and he received such a big job out of thin air.

And as for how Schiller looks at it, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer. Besides "The KGB director thinks you are a bit too extreme", what else can he say?