Seventeen high-backed chairs made of pure gold were gathered in the hall like a council seat, and the seventeen people sitting on them were the largest shareholders of the Goblin Consortium's shares, and these people were the decision-makers of the Consortium, most of them were goblins, and there were also some gnomes, and they were all covering their ears and listening to the roar of the haggard dwarf under the seats, and finally one of the goblins holding the seat handle couldn't help but say: "Lord McGonagall Mecca! I have also lost a lot, and the concentrated asphalt I bought accounts for half of my net worth!"

But before he could finish speaking, he immediately fell down quickly, and then a wrench slammed into the back of the pure gold chair behind the goblin, leaving a not shallow hole.

"Grapp, are you accusing me of poor protection?" the emaciated gnome under the table asked loudly, "Your greed sacrificed the two aces of the Gnome Mechanic Guild!

"It was so chaotic that I was able to escape with my life because of luck, and I would have taken care of the pension. Grapp groaned as he touched the smashed pit in the back of his chair and muttered.

"The loss of the Mechanics Guild is secondary! we are in dire need of a place to rebuild, and you have left the inhabitants of Northredan City stranded at the woodworking base on the edge of the Consortium's territory," McGonagall Meca growled, "Shamir! You were once the head technician of the Mechanics' Guild. And you, Modoc, how much aid did you bastard take from Northeredan to become a shareholder of the Goblin Consortium?"

Just as there are many goblins in high positions in the Gnome Mechanics Association, there are also many gnome shareholders in the Goblin Consortium, and five of the seventeen most influential shareholders are gnomes.

After a pair of dwarf men and women named by McGonagall glanced at each other, Shamir was the first to speak, her voice was very typical of a dwarf girl's voice, as sharp as a young child: "Your Excellency Chief Technician, there is no place to settle in Ratchet City, we are trying our best to arrange it! But it will take some time, in the territory of the consortium, every advantageous place is the private property of a shareholder, you can't forcibly expropriate a shareholder's land, this needs to be negotiated and traded! And the most important problem is that you will not even transfer the subway shares of Northeredan"

"Shamir is right, we are businessmen, not philanthropists. A somewhat hoarse voice came from the highest solid gold chair in the middle, on which sat a crumpled old goblin, who said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Your Excellency McGonagall Mecca, I would love to help the refugees of Northreidan City, but you can't let the shareholders spend their money in vain. ”

Seeing that Mike was about to roar again, the old goblin quickly pressed his hands and continued: "I know that the subway in Northeredan is almost intact, as long as the subway entrance in the crater is completely closed, then it can be used as a hidden underground transportation line, how much benefit will it be?" Don't think we don't know, Your Excellency Chief Technician, once most of the Ptarmigan flock has taken over the crater, it has become almost off-limits, and for the foreseeable future, there is no other way to get through it safely and quickly than by your subway. ”

"It's not up to me to decide!" McGonagall roared angrily when she was interrupted by the voice of the old goblin.

"Whoever decides, Your Excellency McGonagall Mecca, the Goblin Consortium only has forty percent of the Metro's shares. "After that, you can choose a place to rebuild in the Consortium Territory." ”

"Forty percent!?Old Fick!The goblin consortium didn't even produce a single copper during the construction of the subway, and now it wants forty percent of the shares?Do you know how much time and money it took to dig through those subways?!" McGonagall said, his tangled hair and beard about to stand on end, and he stared at the old goblin with red eyes, but the other party was obviously indifferent.

"Yes, forty percent, that's not too much, Your Excellency the Chief Technician, you can go back and think about it. Fike, the old goblin, replied lightly without raising his eyelids.

"Damn old thing! it can't be!" McGonagall snarled, cursing, and then took off her shoes and threw them at Fick, but they were all nimble out of the way.

The gnome chief technician finally swept around the consortium decision-makers in the seats, and those who were swept by McGonagall's fire-breathing eyes stared at his hands warily for fear that he would throw something at him again, but in the end the emaciated leader of the Mechanics Guild said no more, grinding his teeth a few times in extreme rage, and then walking out of the hall barefoot without looking back.

"Well, you can actually get him to bargain, Mr. Fick, and it won't do us any good to push McGonagall into a hurry." Seeing the chief technician leaving, Grapp said with a little pity, in fact, his psychological bottom line is that twenty percent of the shares belong to the consortium, which is enough for the shareholders to share, after all, the goblin consortium does not have to pay much price, it only needs to provide an uninhabited place, and since the reconstruction of Northeridam also requires the purchase of a large number of products from Ratchet City, the process of reconstruction itself can bring huge income to the consortium, and it is definitely not a wise decision to force the Technician Association away.

"Don't worry, everyone, I'm measured, if McGonagall Meca doesn't take care of this, he won't be able to keep his position as chief technician, and I think his position is more important than the interests of the Mechanics' Guild, even if it's forty percent, he'll trade with us sooner or later. Old goblin Fick came to a conclusion with confidence.

The rumble of rocket jets began to be heard from the launch site outside the hall, and a whole team of electrochemically powered mechs dragged a long tail flame into the sky driven by the high-strength compressed rocket fuel, and the sound of sonic booms came one after another, and those terrible machines soon surpassed the speed of sound.

"Fick is right, how many elite mechs did McGonagall bring, the oldest of them can fight against the high-level professionals of the seventh level, and the speed can reach the supersonic speed of those ninth level blood knights. A female goblin with engineering glasses tapped on the handle of the golden chair and said approvingly, "It goes without saying that Northeredan is still mobilizing so many elite troops to protect himself in the face of a crisis. For the sake of his own interests, he will definitely compromise. ”

"Grapp, how is your factory researching to replace the burning crystallized black ore with the Magic Electric Energy Core as fuel for the steam boiler?"

"Not much progress, Mr. Fick, my factory is only responsible for assembling and producing electrochemical power mechs, and as for the core technology of electrochemical steam boilers, it is still in the hands of the Gnome Mechanics Association. Grapp said with a shrug.

"The next time McGonagall Meka comes, I'll add this condition as well, all the techniques about the core of the Magic Electricity energy. Fike shook the old skin on his face and said: "If he still doesn't agree, then next time we come over and add something, he won't make up his mind without putting some pressure on him." ”

"What if you drive him crazy?" Grapp said, a little worried.

"That's not all, hehe, the entire city of Northeridan has been destroyed, don't you see McGonagall is still quite normal now, someone who can be the chief technician, if he is so psychologically fragile, he will have gone crazy a long time ago. Fick stood up with a faint smile, "But you should also be prepared, in case he really loses his mind and comes to attack Ratchet City, it will not be easy."

"McGonagall's position in the Mechanics' Guild is already in jeopardy, and he doesn't dare to do it at this critical moment, and now someone wants to replace him. The female dwarf Shamir, whose eyes were half-closed, said in a thin voice flatly, "Only by cooperating with the consortium can he secure his position, I think the new chief technician will soon realize this." ”

Located on the edge of the Goblin Consortium and next to the territory of the city of Northeredan, the Baku Goblin Wood Processing Base is the last stop on the metro and the temporary base of the Northeredan exiles.

Several teams of steam machines of various models are guarding the subway entrance to the woodworking base, and scattered refugees are running out from it, but it is much better than the chaos of the mass evacuation of the previous days.

Goblin Winnie patrolled the subway entrance restlessly in a bulky steam-tracked tank, and so far no one had been evacuated from Metro Line 9 to report, and his family had been assigned to that line, so he couldn't help but be anxious.

"Pooh, Your Excellency Chief Technician has gone to Ratchet City for help, and soon we will be able to draw up our forces to investigate on Metro Line 9. A young female gnome in the fire control seat whispered softly in comfort.

"Let's hope so," said Goblin Winnie, who had both parents and relatives working for the Gnome Mechanics Guild, and who had lived in Northridan since he was a child, and who didn't have much of an impression of Ratchet City. The people in charge of the goblin consortium are businessmen who put interests first, and he really doesn't have much confidence in what the consortium will decide

Suddenly, the alarm at the entrance of the subway suddenly sounded, and the password information from the gnome alarm indicated that some unregistered unknown figures were approaching the subway entrance quickly, and the one leading the way was

"A Steam Spider tank for Metro Line 9!" Goblin Winnie exclaimed, for the first time since the evacuation, there had been a crew member on Metro Line 9!

"Everyone be vigilant! It may not be our people who drive the tank!" The commander's serious voice sounded through the microphone equipment, and as soon as he finished speaking, all the war machines flashed out their guns in unison, and the barrels of different thicknesses were aimed at the subway entrance of the black hole.