Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 655 - 363: Should We Absorb the Goblin Trade Guild?1

Chapter 655: Chapter 363: Should We Absorb the Goblin Trade Guild?_1

The top three grains have entered the peer review stage. In the next planting season, a review committee will be ford by peers to verify the planting data of the grains.

Dobinki knew he was screwed. Without a doubt, his crops would be the focus of attention, and the peer review was likely aid at him.

Ange’s data could be replicated, even resulting in increased output. The whole process was done in a simulated magic formation. The peers could just re-run the course.

As for his planting data, it couldn’t be reproduced and the yields decreased. If everybody’s yield decreased, and Ange’s decreased more than his, then that was fine. It would be justified as an acceptable fluctuation.

But now the problem was that only his yield decreased while Ange’s increased. As the one who initiated the simulation contest, he would definitely have to face more stringent review. It was like he had lifted a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

Although the result of the peer review wouldn’t be out until the next planting season, Dobinki knew he was done for. Peer reviews are troubleso and costly, and wouldn’t be held unless there was contention over the data.

After all, the ultimate goal of the Grain Competition is to find high-yield grains, not to rank them. Does the second place not also have a high yield just because the first place has a higher yield?

Perhaps the grains in the following ranks, because they didn’t pursue extre yields, exhibit more excellent performance in other traits and have more potential for promotion – such as drought resistance, flood resistance, cold resistance, acid-base resistance, bear-child resistance, etc.

In Ange’s eyes at least, the marsh rice that can adapt to the swamp environnt is more valuable than Dobinki’s high-yield rice.

In the end, the Grain Competition is to find ‘more’ high-yield grains, not the ‘highest yield’ grains. So, as long as the ranking competitors do not object, peer review will not be held.

Well, now that soone was questioning the data, once the peer review results ca out next year, Dobinki would be finished. But even now, his results weren’t much to brag about.

The final rankings, based on the virtual contest, are as follows:

“Champion, Salted Fish Team, with a yield of 1,750 catties per acre. Runner-up, Elf Seedlings Team, 1,220 catties. Third place, Master Dobinki’s Team, 1,170 catties.”

“Thank you, masters, for bringing us a wonderful performance and high-yield grains. The world is more brilliant with you.”

“The XX Grain Competition has now successfully ended. Please exit the venue in an orderly manner. Do not push won and children. Keep the order. The damn bastard in the right stand, if you push again, I will throw you out.”

Ange received his championship prize: A badge with built-in space, a collection of specins of grains from all previous competitions, and a magic crystal card from the Magician’s Guild worth a thousand magic crystals.

The badge is quite simple, an emblem consisting of a ‘grain’ and a ‘crown’ together, symbolizing the rank of the Grain Competition Champion. It is of great commorative value. The built-in space, however, is a bit redundant. The space of any one of Ange’s space accessories is larger than the built-in one.

The Magician’s Guild’s magic crystal card is a kind of prepaid anonymous card. Anyone who holds the card can exchange for the sa amount of magic crystals at any Magician’s Guild in any city.

A thousand for the champion, five hundred for the runner-up, three hundred for the third, and a hundred for the rest.

Ange didn’t think much of these thousand or so magic crystals. But for the Southern Porcupine People’s participating teams, it’s quite a sum of money. They were so happy that they went to buy another pair of shoes.

Ange didn’t care for the badge or the magic crystal card. Only the grain collection got his favor. These bound grain specins, with only three to five seeds each, were ant for commoration, not for value. But, collecting the full set is quite hard.

What’s more, the grain specins are all alive and can be sown. So Ange ripped apart the specin collection right away and found a patch of land in his space to sow them separately.

After a quick death spell, Ange ended up with a large batch of high-yield grains.

These are the overt rewards, but the invisible benefits ca knocking at the door very soon- business cooperation.

“Vice Chairman Stenson of the Goblin Business Association has co to visit.” When they returned to the Death Star Tower, soone had arrived early and handed their business card to the undead maid, hoping to visit Ange and his group.

“Goblin Business Association? They probably want to discuss business cooperation. Great, let et them.” The Bronze Dragon rubbed his hands together.

Ange shook his head, closed his eyes for a mont, took out the Staff of Heaven to open a teleportation door, and not long after, a dumbfounded Silver Coin walked out from the light gate.

“Wow, that’s amazing. I stepped through one light gate to heaven, and then stepped back through and ended up here. How does it work?” Silver Coin said in amazent.

Negris said listlessly, “Just a transfer. There’s a goblin from the Goblin Business Association here to discuss cooperation. You go take care of it.”

Negris felt dejected. Ange would rather summon Silver Coin from another plane of existence than let him take the lead. His own skills in business matters had been completely overlooked. Kvada.

“Oh, the Goblin Business Association? What kind of cooperation?” Silver Coin’s eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands together and asked.

Negris explained the situation and Silver Coin quickly got to the point: “Our goal is to promote new grains? Then profit is not the first consideration, the scale is. So we can’t cooperate with the Goblin Business Association. Those damn goblins only see gold coins in their eyes.”

Silver Coin was filled with indignation, completely forgetting he himself was a goblin.

“We can’t only cooperate with them. We need to bring in more partners. Let think, where is the profit margin we can offer to partners? Is there any policy support?”

“Yes, hasn’t Lord Anthony already controlled two dioceses? That’s great, we have more chips to trade. We can give preferential policies and targeted subsidies, not cooperating, not complying, we can even check their taxes.”

Silver Coin mumbled a series of thoughts, making Negris sweat in apprehension. Kvada, goblins were indeed more professional at handling these matters.

“Okay, I know what to do. Now I’m going to et the people from the Goblin Business Association. What’s the na of the person from the Goblin Business Association? Let see if I know him.” Silver Coin excitedly asked.

“Stenson? Ho ho, an old acquaintance. He’s in the Goblin Guild? That’s great, I’ll have no qualms about tricking him.” Silver Coin rubbed his hands so hard they were almost worn thin. It was clear how much he was choked up in the Land of Fallen, his talent for sches laying dormant.

Many people have forgotten about this Stenson, but Silver Coin did not. When he ca back with the Holy Essence Liquid and began reorganizing his trading party, Stenson had quit the trade guild using his elf-related resources as leverage.

What a surprise, Silver Coin monopolized the trade with the elves by leveraging the World Tree Sapling, cutting off Stenson’s business opportunities. Who would have thought he actually joined the Goblin Business Association?

The so-called Vice Chairman of the Goblin Business Association was just a golden title. The Goblin Business Association had hundreds of vice-chairn, and as long as you could pull together an independent trading party, you could be a vice-chairman.

For such a loosely structured business alliance, the real value lies in the supply, market, pricing power, information, etc.

Silver Coin chatted with Stenson for two hours. When he left, Stenson looked as if he had lost a family mber, almost bursting into tears: “Damn goblin, only sees gold coins in his eyes.”

Silver Coin ca back with a grin, like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.

“What results did you achieve with the negotiations? Why are you smiling so happily?” Negris asked grumpily.

Silver Coin hurriedly said: “No, no. I just thought of sothing else. The last ti Lord Anthony said that the exclusive right to distribute food would be handed over to . I was thinking, should I rge with the Goblin Business Association?”

PS: I’m still writing, not sure if I can finish it yet