Xiao Chen stood at the door of the conference room, straightened his collar, and before he knew it, he hadn't put on this shirt and jacket for a long time. His hand reached out to his waist and felt empty, and the spark sword that accompanied him all the time was not hanging on his body, which made him a little awkward. He knew that he was not about to face an enemy, but it was more difficult to deal with than the enemy.

"Ambitious, not used to it?" Footsteps sounded behind him, it was Luo Ling.

"I just feel that the world is changing too fast, and I am a little stunned. Also, I don't know what they'll think. Xiao Chen smiled and looked back. Luo Ling naturally didn't wear the mage robe, but a cashmere sweater on his upper body, jeans on his bottom, and the school corridor behind him, which made him return to the original world in a trance.

"More than four thousand slaves can't make you afraid, what are you afraid of now. A bunch of old decay?" Luo Ling stepped forward, pushed open the door and turned back to him and said, "Straighten my waist for me." ”

Xiao Chen walked into the room and found that most of the committee members had already arrived, this time it was an expanded meeting, and a lecture hall was used. Not only the leaders of each group have arrived, but also the deputy leaders and backbones of many groups are also listed. For example, Chen Hansheng sat behind Chu Ying, the leader of the business group, and winked at Xiao Chen.

In addition, the alchemy scientist Morey sat in the seat of the science group, the dwarven engineer Farrell belonged to the industrial group, and the representative of the indigenous business, Siro, sat next to Chen Hansheng, and on the other side of Chen Hansheng sat Kalanda. Andrew, the wild mage, also sat in one place like a dog, visibly fatter than when he was first captured. This guy actually wore a shirt and tie, and I don't know where the school people got him the outfit.

Xiao Chen pondered, maybe he also wanted to listen to the local people's views on slaves. These guys have mixed well since joining the school in various ways, except for the leather armor on Kalanda's body, which is a little out of place in the environment, and Farrell is too short, everyone else looks like a foreigner from that era.

Another person entered the venue one after another, and soon half of the conference room, which could accommodate more than 100 people, was finally entered, and Guo Qian, the chairman of the committee, came in last. After Guo Qian entered the door, he stood on the podium and announced the opening of the meeting.

There was no electric light, the sun was still good, and the light shone in from the side, illuminating half of Guo Qian's side face, and also illuminating his slightly locked brow.

"Yesterday, I held three meetings with the team leaders in succession, and got a general understanding of the basic situation of the caravan that brought back more than 4,000 slaves. Guo Qian paused, "Everyone reacted a lot. There are also differing views on how to deal with the current situation. I would like to invite all of you here today to come here in the hope of brainstorming. ”

Xiao Chen sighed secretly when he heard this, he participated in the first three meetings as a party, but not only did he have more repercussions. There are those who point at his nose and say that they play the piano indiscriminately, and there are those who say that his ambition is inflated, and of course there are those who support it, but they will also add a sentence of inconsiderate and imprudent in their words. For these people, these slaves now housed at the foot of Montenegro are simply a time bomb. As for the slave resettlement programme, the chairpersons of the Committee had different opinions and could not lead to any results, which led to this enlarged meeting.

Maybe it would be better for someone to make a final decision at this time, right?" Xiao Chen glanced at Guo Qian.

"My uncle is still too cautious. Luo Ling whispered beside him, "People who engage in academics just have too many ideas and keep making decisions." ”

"You're not an academic either?" Associate Professor Luo. Xiao Chen asked rhetorically.

"I'm still young, and I can still be saved. Luo Ling gave him a blank look.

The people on the field spoke in turn, and some of them even argued fiercely, but Xiao Chen, as the party concerned, somehow got distracted, he looked out the window, but there were scenes in the slave camp in front of him.

Clamor businessman

Miserable slaves

Riots abounded

Bloodstained barracks

Fierce battles

Giant Tree Man

......

A sense of injustice welled up in his heart, what did I do wrong? Whether it was to accumulate strength for the school or to give a new life to the slaves, what point could not be justified?

At this time, the impassioned voice of the person who spoke pulled him back to reality, and Xiao Chen fixed his eyes and saw that it was Chu Ying, the leader of the business group.

“...... Therefore, to bring the slave back in this way is to stab Lou Zi. We must consider the attitude of the surrounding forces, if so much wealth is robbed out of thin air, which master behind the slave trader will give up? Not to mention the raid on the other party's team, before the people have made a move, you will sit on your own charges, isn't this sending the handle to the other party? Can such a big thing be covered up?" The emaciated middle-aged man looked around the audience and found that there were not many people who responded to his point of view, so he had to change his tone. "Be kind to others, I have said many times, we are new to the world, we want to be friends with others! I advocate reconciliation with the slave traders, and return the people, or pay them back, or pay them back. ”

"What a friendly country was surprised. Xiao Chen was furious and wanted to refute, but he didn't expect to be pulled by Luo Ling.

"How?"

"Someone can't hear this better than you. Luo Ling said.

Sure enough, Wang Jiyuan spoke up: "If the horse thief comes over, we talk about 'being kind to others', I guess there will be no chance to have a meeting here." The rules of this world are simple: if our fists are not big enough, we are not qualified to stay on this land. I don't want to talk about handles, but if you put a handle in the ground, you can pry the earth? I just talk about grasping, whoever stretches out his hand to us will cut off his hand, and this is called grasping! These 4,000 or so people are good at us, and we can expand our strength well. ”

Chu Ying's face was not very good-looking, and Chang Lin said at this time: "Team Leader Wang, we can't only talk about force." Of course, these people can expand our strength, but if the problems they bring are greater than the promotion of strength, then it is debatable. ”

Zhou Xiaoren of the intelligence group nodded and agreed, "...... Slaves, you cultured people understand, don't you like a riot, an uprising or something? The ancient boss couldn't look down on slaves in an empire, not to mention that we only have more than 700 people here? Swallow 4,700 people with a team of 700 people, hehe, that's a minefield. ”

"People can be transformed, and teams can be cultivated. We, the People's Liberation Army, have been experts in this from the very beginning. Isn't the minefield just used to wade through?" Wang Jiyuan said this, leaned back in his chair, and glanced at the audience with his arms around his chest.

A woman over 40 years old wore a suit and black-rimmed glasses, and looked very serious: "All wants, no more, that's extremism! Let me just say that the strength of an organization has a lot to do with the quality of its personnel." I have visited the camps before, and the quality of these slaves is really uneven. Absorbing a significant number of them will only seriously lower the level of our team, which will do us more harm than good. I suggest that the strong and skilled ones should be left behind, and the rest should be dismissed. ”

"If the level is not enough, you can learn, and if the quality is not enough, you can educate. There must be people first, and then there will be talents. Li Mingde, the head of the education group, has neatly combed gray hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which is typical of an old professor.

"You know, the impact goes both ways, and one black sheep can lead a lot of people. I really don't know who will learn from whom when the time comes. Morankhin insisted.

Li Deming shook his head and didn't say anything more.

The speech of Bai Yicheng, the head of the logistics team, was based on actual data: "...... Judging from the current food reserves, these 4,762 people only have enough food to eat for a month. Other daily necessities must also face this problem. And winter is coming. I do support the expansion of the population, but if these survival problems cannot be solved......" Bai Yicheng made a helpless expression at Xiao Chen, "The future is worrying." ”

"What's so hard to solve the problem of eating?" said the dwarf Farrell urn angrily, his Chinese tone was a little strange, "just treat the slave as a slave, isn't it? The slave is afraid of being lazy, you just need to prepare enough whips." ”

"You can't say that, Uncle Farrell, they're just poor people. Kalanda spoke in the local dialect in a hurry, "but I also felt that there was always a way to keep them alive." In the slave camps, the merchants used the money they borrowed from the slaves to support the slaves themselves. If they can be given a proper job here, why can't they support themselves?"

"I think Miss Kalanda's words have a lot of sense. As a mage, we have higher goals to pursue, so why waste time on these things. "Every mage tower will use slaves, serfs and hired laborers, but where do noble mages need to worry about their lives and deaths? ”

"I didn't mean that, and I believe that Lord Xiao Chen didn't mean that either. Kalanda glared at Andrew and said.

"Oh, I know that Lord Xiao and you are kind people. And so do I, I'm just saying, uh...... Nature's gods, no, when fate no longer favors someone, we'd better go with the flow. Andrew said with a smirk.

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "My proposition is very clear, these people should be left behind, as long as we overcome difficulties, they are our survival here." He suddenly felt a little tired, and he didn't want to say anything about the tirade he had prepared, "I don't think 700 people can support a civilization." ”

The meeting lasted a long time, and in the end there were roughly four opinions, full acceptance, non-acceptance, partial acceptance, and return to the slave market. After all, this exhausts the basic solution. There was a slight advantage in the acceptance, but in the light of it, no one was completely convinced.

Glancing at the slowly setting sun, Luo Ling, who had not spoken, proposed: "Chairman Guo, members of the committee, I think the meaning that everyone should express has been expressed, and there is no end to continuing the discussion, and a solution must be reached quickly." ”

"What do you suggest?" asked Guo Qian.

"Vote!"