thebusnovel Chapter 118 Trials and Technology
Chapter 118 Trials and Technology
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"Smack."
Moen patted Grandpa Makarov on the shoulder.
"What are you doing, little Moen? I don't have time to play with you."
Makarov, who was carefully selecting magazines, spoke without turning his head.
"I have something very important to do."
Moen said helplessly, who would have thought that this lecherous old man carefully selecting revealing magazines at the magazine stand was actually the president of "Fairy Tail" and one of the Ten Wizard Saints?
"This one will do!"
Makarov picked up a magazine and then put the money down.
"What's wrong? Shall we talk about it when we get back?"
After paying, Makarov turned to look at Moen, his expression turning serious, as if he were a completely different person from before.
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
Moen nodded. He was already used to Grandpa Makarov's rapid role switching. This was the serious president role right now, but of course, he could switch to the unserious president role at any time.
Sure enough, after Moen said he would talk about it when he got back, the old man immediately slumped down and started chuckling to himself while holding the magazine.
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Moen smiled helplessly, wondering what was so interesting about this magazine. It wasn't stimulating at all, unlike the "teachers" who were more generous. He could only say that this "cool" magazine was too green and healthy.
The grandfather and grandson quickly returned to the guild hall. Upon arriving at the guild master's office, Makarov promptly put down the magazine in his hand, looked at Moen seriously, and waited for him to speak.
"Here's what happened."
Moen then began to talk about the collaboration with the Heartfilia Foundation.
"This is a good thing."
After listening to Moen's words, Makarov nodded. Expanding the railway market in the south, although the Hatfilia Consortium was essentially doing it for its own business, was indeed a matter of national and public benefit. If the railway lines in the south could be opened, it would be very convenient for everyone.
"So, should we cooperate with him?"
Moen looked at Grandpa Makarov. Although he himself was in favor of the matter, whether or not to do it was still up to Grandpa Makarov. The influence of the so-called "Fairy Tail" was seventy percent due to Grandpa Makarov.
"What kind of person do you think Jiude is?"
Makarov did not answer, but instead asked a question.
"Jiu De is a successful businessman. He is very shrewd, with good vision and ability. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to build this business."
Moen spoke of his impressions of Jiude, though he didn't actually know much about the man; he was only talking about the impressions left by their meeting.
Is he reliable?
Makarov had no doubt about this man's abilities, and he had also heard of the Hatfilia Foundation, which had risen to prominence in recent years. What he cared about was Jude's personal character.
"At least he seems like a reliable businessman."
Moen gave an objective evaluation, and the meaning was quite clear: it's hard to say about personal character, but when there are interests involved, Jiude should be quite reliable, at least the share he initially offered wasn't low.
There's no reason why Jiude wouldn't have anticipated that they would raise the price, which means that Jiude is willing to accept a higher final price. Although there was also the idea of taking a gamble and accepting "Fairy Tail" directly, well, this is normal business practice for a merchant.
"You've already laid out the ugly truth upfront. If he still dares to do something shady, what are you going to do?"
Makarov remained calm and then asked.
"It depends on what he did. If someone died, then he should pay with his life. If it's just embezzling property, then we'll stop him from doing it. He'll have to give back everything he took in, leaving him some capital so he can live a wealthy life."
Moen narrowed his eyes, his words carrying a chill.
If Jude dares to do anything reckless under the guise of "Fairy Tail," then he should be prepared to pay with his life. That's the bottom line. As for other issues, Moen will at least give him some face and won't punish him too severely.
"Yes, we can't lose our principles for money."
Makarov nodded. He wouldn't have bothered with any other business. They didn't need to make much money. Fairy Tail's profits, even if not as much as a tycoon's, were still considerable. There was no need to develop too many side businesses.
The reason why he was considering cooperation was because it involved railways, which was a very beneficial thing.
"I'll leave this matter to you."
Looking at Moon, Makarov finally nodded.
This is also a test. Moen has developed this relationship himself, so let's see if he can handle it.
As the president, one must consider things comprehensively. Right now, Moen has made a mess of things, but Moen can still protect him from above. However, if he is no longer there to shield him, Moen and the younger generation will have to solve things on their own.
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on this."
Moen nodded seriously, feeling quite excited.
Their goal is the entire railway network in the south of the kingdom; making money is just a side benefit. If they can accomplish this well, it will be a great achievement, and if they actually succeed, they will feel a great sense of accomplishment.
Moen could certainly sense the authority that his grandfather Makarov was giving him. The fact that he went to the chairman's regular meeting last time was actually a signal that his grandfather was really cultivating his ability as a candidate for chairman, even though he was only thirteen years old this year.
'Laxus, even if you become an S-class mage, it won't matter, because I'm already in the Emperor's Heart! Hehehe!'
Moen chuckled to himself in a whimsical way.
Laxus even bragged to him about being an S-class mage, even though he hadn't participated in this year's S-class exam.
He'll break Laxus's record of "youngest S-class mage" right away during next year's S-class assessment!
Let's see if he's still happy!
Moen summoned a large raven, tied the written letter to its claw, and then sent the raven flying immediately to the headquarters of the Heartfilia Corporation.
"Communication is so inconvenient! Why hasn't anyone invented a cell phone? Magic shouldn't be such a cumbersome thing!"
After releasing the crow, Moon complained that there was a companion in their guild who loved invention.
Moen searched the guild and found him: Worlian Lakau, with black hair, thick lips, and an unremarkable appearance.
However, Warren is no pushover. He uses telepathic magic, which allows him to read his opponents' thoughts during battle. He can also establish an "in-team voice chat" among his companions, with a communication range of quite a distance, making it extremely versatile.
Moreover, Warren is very intelligent; he is a "multi-core processor," far superior to the bunch of single-celled organisms in the guild, and an indispensable member for the guild's operation.
"Wallian, has there been any progress on that idea I told you about before?"
Moon found Warren and asked directly.
"Oh? Sorry, Moen, there's no progress at the moment."
Warren paused for a moment, then scratched his head and replied that what Moen said was too difficult to achieve, and he didn't have any clue yet.
"Keep it up, Warren! I believe in you!"
Moen patted Warren on the shoulder encouragingly, saying that it was indeed too much to ask of him, as Warren was only sixteen years old.
Based on Warren's telepathic magic, Moen reasonably proposed the idea of a "cell phone," a magical device that allows for long-distance communication, which can be considered an extension of the telepathic magic.
Unfortunately, this is clearly not something that can be easily achieved; with Warren's current level of magical skill, it is simply impossible.
Moen had also considered making his own telephone. He vaguely remembered the core principle, which was simply to convert sound wave vibrations into electrical signals for transmission and then convert them back into sound waves. But that was all he remembered. He was completely lost when it came to actually doing it.
In this world with its incredibly distorted level of technology, his half-baked scientific knowledge is hardly enough to change anything. He only knows the basic principles of many things, and has absolutely no clue how to apply them in practice.
This is actually a true reflection of most ordinary people. They can talk a good game and act like they can do it too, but if they haven't done a job professionally, they'll be dumbfounded when it comes to actually doing it. The saying "everyone has their own expertise" is not without reason. Even in the same industry, if you ask someone who works in theory to do something practical, they'll be dumbfounded.
Later, Moen realized that in this world, the possibility of achieving the same function through magic was much more realistic than building a scientific system from scratch.
Thus, Warren Rako, who had loved studying all kinds of magical items since childhood, became a key figure that Morn focused on tormenting.
Moen kept feeding Warren Lacob all sorts of "novel ideas," and who knows, maybe one day they'll come to fruition?
As for researching on his own, Moon had thought about it, but he couldn't use other magic. At most, he could only study the theory. The real practical operation had to be left to professionals.
"They've even figured out a communication crystal ball that can make video calls, yet they haven't come up with a more convenient mobile phone."
Moen made a sarcastic remark, which made Warren shake his head.
"The principles are completely different; they're not part of the same magical system. Besides, the communication crystal ball is large and heavy, which clearly doesn't meet your requirements."
Warren is a professional; he speaks with great expertise.
The "communication crystal ball" is not suitable for carrying around. It is usually used in a fixed location, but it can be used as a fixed video phone.
"Can't you even do it by shrinking it down? Is it that difficult?"
Moen asked curiously, "If we could shrink the 'communication crystal ball' directly, it would become a video phone, or we could even extract the voice function from it!"
"It's impossible; it's not part of the same magical system."
Warren shook his head helplessly; these were not even the same concept.
Unfortunately, Moen always thinks in terms of technology, but in reality, the "Communication Crystal Ball" can transmit both video and sound, which is a completely different kind of magic from simply transmitting sound.
There is no possibility of stripping the video function of the "Communication Crystal Ball" and then reducing its size; this has already been studied by everyone.
Magic is truly something that is both convenient and inconvenient.
(End of this chapter)