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Ning Zheng's treatment now is unprecedented.

The Three Elements Realm force directly enjoys the resources and social circle of the One Heart Realm force.

Charlatans, infiltrating the Imperial City, bluffing and blustering.

"However, we still seem to have a bit of a money shortage."

Ning Zheng pondered.

"Perhaps, it's not that the blacksmiths don't consume resources or are cost-effective, but rather they consume too many resources."

"Because their potential is limited, they can't consume economically. I need to get them a Divine Beast corpse so they can 'log in' to a new race and take off completely."

This investment of several tens of millions of Magic Coins is a bit large.

And recently, there's really no money.

As for the Divine Beast purchased, what race can it synthesize?

Will it fail?

Ning Zheng didn't know.

In short, he was sure there was a guaranteed [new race] Human-Demon Hybrid.

The Human Race has the strongest adaptability.

Divine Beast + Human.

General synthesis formula, this synthesis will surely succeed.

While Ning Zheng was pondering, the little blacksmith next door also started discussing options.

The first Jiao Blood Human was naturally excluded.

There's no need to explain this.

It's the era of outdated versions, about to enter the [molding races] option, why bother with this?

"Should we choose 100 little blacksmiths?"

The Food God thought this option was quite good. With more people, his cafeteria would make a big profit.

Especially since he recently picked up some books and pursued a niche within a niche profession, Spirit Chef.

According to the demon beast cooking methods stated in these books, using various techniques, business is booming.

The money he earns is due to small profits and quick returns.

The actual profit-making ability of the cafeteria far exceeds that of the medical office.

After all, who sees a doctor every day? Even the Immortal Aunt and Medical Fairy are no match for him in cutting profits.

People have to eat every day, and these foodies know how to enjoy themselves too.

It's just that although he earns more, he also spends more.

He posts daily tasks like [Cooking], [Washing Vegetables], [Cooking], hiring a bunch of servers to work, preparing food for hundreds, and profits are distributed.

Unlike the medical office, where whatever they earn is almost pure profit, it's terrifying.

"Food God, do you want to choose more people to come to the cafeteria to eat?"

The Immortal Aunt rubbed her chin, "I think the 500 Magic Coins voucher is nice, simple and straightforward."

"100 blacksmiths, 500 Magic Coins, pick one." Jiucai Rong said flatly, "The remaining reset resurrection times are essential rewards."

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The average death count in the manor is already in the dozens.

Each death costs more than a hundred Magic Coins.

The one who died the most, a tycoon, has died more than thirty times, each time costing +10 Magic Coins, now a single resurrection costs more than 300 Magic Coins.

1,000 Magic Coins can only resurrect three times, who can endure that?

And who is this blacksmith who has resurrected more than thirty times?

Jiucai Rong.

Over thirty card draws, the normal drop rate is: 3 babies.

But Jiucai Rong only got one baby.

It's too tragic, how can the tycoons manage?

This is the downside of a card pool without a guarantee.

Now many people demand to add a card pool guarantee, saying that the developers are so kind-hearted that they will surely add it, but Ning Zheng always pretends not to hear.

It's not that he doesn't want to add it, but he can't.

Now, the first wealthy brother of Jiucai Rong's manor is so poor he's clinking.

Shao Chaikun looked at Jiucai Rong:

"This guy earlier said he wanted to recover the idle money from the little blacksmiths for the Lord of the Manor, never thought he'd set an example himself."

The Food God chuckled: "He's really something, I'm crying."

Ahem ahem ahem.

Jiucai Rong coughed twice:

"It's settled then, reset resurrection times, the remaining 500 Magic Coins, 100 blacksmiths, will be voted on."

"It's worth mentioning that for 100 blacksmiths, by convention, 50 are randomly selected, 50 are sent as invitation slots to each department, you choose people yourselves."

The implication is, it's up to your department to sell slots for money or choose some experts to come in.

Actually, both rewards are about the same.

500 Magic Coins can be sold to the manor's tycoons for RMB.

50 slots can be sold to outside tycoons for RMB.

Don't think that the 500 Magic Coins option is hugely profitable.

Previously it inflated to 200 RMB per Magic Coin because of the competition for [Divine Artifact Babies], a bunch of people willing to bid hundreds of thousands of RMB.

But once this option is chosen, the price for recovering Magic Coins is estimated to plummet.

After all, the market is saturated with a large amount of Magic Coins, everyone has 500, do you think tycoons are fools?

These silly blacksmiths will certainly compete to sell to the tycoons, each offering a lower price than the other.

Exchange rate collapse is only natural.

And as the blacksmiths' earning ability rises, Magic Coins will inevitably drop further in value.

A game's economic system will inevitably see game currency getting cheaper with the game's operation and the grind-centric players' frantic work.

The manor's currency pattern is no different.

Ultimately.

The blacksmiths' wave of voting resulted in 100 blacksmiths winning.

After all, selling slots can also make money, and having 100 blacksmiths come in as leeks is clearly more cost-effective.

After choosing their rewards, the group was so happy they danced on the spot.

"From now on, we'll have five hundred little blacksmiths."

"Heh heh, reset, the resurrection reset, the initial revival now costs 10 Magic Coins a time, I want to go die a few times."

Upon receiving the rewards, a group of people were joyfully celebrating.

Ning Zheng watched their joyful cheers and smiled knowingly, then turned to head down the mountain.

...

A night passed without a word.

Early the next morning, Ning Zheng was up the manor early.

"Crap, I finally got in."

"Boo hoo hoo, the fifth batch."

"Fifty wealthy gold spenders, fifty random European Emperors."

"This is called balanced combat power, got it? The wealthy rely on money for card draws, the European Emperors rely on luck for card draws, you never know who will win."