I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats-Chapter 659 - 277 Return, Settlement Reward [10,000 characters]_6

Chapter 659: Chapter 277 Return, Settlement Reward [10,000 characters]_6

Ye Lin heard this and laughed.

He had prepared a billion to compensate, planning to give Asan Country forty million, Bangzi Country thirty million, and Dao Country fifteen million. Well, it turned out they all just wanted ten million.

"Mr. Jason, you mentioned a billion, and I agree," Ye Lin stated.

"As for you three, ten million is too little. I had planned to compensate Asan Country with forty million soul banknotes, Bangzi Country with thirty million, and Dao Country with fifteen million," Ye Lin spoke up.

"Hmm?" Jason’s gaze sharpened; he hadn’t expected Ye Lin to actually agree to the billion in compensation.

"Ah?" The three representatives from Asan Country were shocked upon hearing this. They couldn’t fathom that not only did Ye Lin not refuse, but he even offered way more.

What was going on? Was Huaxia so wealthy? Had they made a fortune in the Mysterious World?

"Minister Ye, why does our Dao Country only get fifteen million?" Meichuan Neiku frowned and asked.

"Because our Minister Mu said he doesn’t like Dao Country, and neither do I. If you have an objection, you can refuse," Ye Lin said indifferently.

"Minister Ye, are you really going to give us forty million?" Even Asan Country’s delegate, known for being neurotic, hesitated.

"Of course." Ye Lin immediately transferred the respective amounts of soul banknotes to the bank account numbers of the three countries.

"It really came through, haha, we’ve struck it rich," the representative from Asan Country burst out laughing.

"Minister Ye, let’s consider this matter settled," the representative from Bangzi Country said with a cheerful laugh.

Meichuan Neiku looked at the fifteen million credited to his account; he was happy, yet unhappy because their Dao Country only received fifteen million.

"Minister Ye, what about my money?" Jason looked gloomily toward Ye Lin.

He didn’t believe Ye Lin had ten billion, nor did he believe that he would compensate him.

But soon, a notification sound popped into his mind.

[Your card ending in 1123 has received a transfer of 1,000,000,000 on January 2nd at 22:15, balance 1.028 billion.]

He was in the West, so his bank was not the Heaven and Earth Bank, but Angel Bank; both were capable of real-time transactions, of course.

"Did he really transfer it?" Jason was extremely shocked at this moment; he hadn’t expected the ten billion compensation to really come through.

"Fine, since you’ve paid the compensation, we’ll let the channel matter go," Jason spoke coldly.

Although the size of their channel was three times that of Huaxia’s,

in terms of income, they could not earn nearly as much.

On Huaxia’s side, Mu Rufeng had signed a channel contract, earning according to the contract revenue; he could earn two million soul banknotes daily, which amounted to seven hundred million a year.

By triple calculation, Jason’s side should be able to earn six million soul banknotes daily, amounting to twenty-one billion a year.

But Jason was no Mu Rufeng. Their channel, though interfacing with Wangxi’s Choice, was contracted with Wart Association.

They were responsible for supplying fresh flesh, even humans; they didn’t charge by weight, type, or price, but paid per day.

One hundred thousand soul banknotes a day, three million a month, adding up to thirty-six million a year.

Whether taxes were required in the Mysterious World or not, Mu Rufeng hadn’t looked into it; since they were from the real world, they probably wouldn’t have to pay.

This fact was unknown to Jason’s side, but the Wart Association informed them that the Mysterious World still had taxes, twenty percent.

So, out of thirty-six million, they had to deduct 7.2 million in taxes, bringing their annual net income to less than thirty million.

In his view, one hundred million was already a lot, and since they could rebuild in just five days, his main desire was to force Ye Lin to surrender people and technology, so he boldly demanded ten billion to scare Ye Lin off.

But unexpectedly, Ye Lin had actually compensated him, which left him both shocked and delighted; ten billion could do so much.

"Alright, as this matter has been settled, let’s discuss something else," Ye Lin slowly said.

"Something else? What else?"

"What else is there?"

The other countries’ representatives, who had been brought in to fill the space, looked perplexed.

In all honesty, they were envious too, but unfortunately, envy was useless; they had no reason or excuse to get money from Ye Lin.

"Our Minister Mu has visited Asan Country, Bangzi Country, and Dao Country, everyone knows about this, right?"

The crowd nodded at this and looked towards Ye Lin to hear what he would say next.

"I’d like to make a deal with you all. Our Minister Mu needs to go to your countries to absorb some Life Force."

"As you’ve seen, it won’t be fatal, just a few days of feeling lethargic and some headaches, and then it recovers after a while."

"That time it was a absorption of fifty percent of Life Force, but to prevent civilian dissatisfaction, Minister Mu has decided to only absorb thirty percent, so it will only take a few days to recover."

"Of course, we won’t leave you in the lurch, one soul banknote per person, no ceiling, transferred immediately after the absorption." Ye Lin stated flatly.

With these words, an uproar ensued.

Hearing Ye Lin’s earlier words, lots of faces from these countries darkened, ready to turn hostile right then and there.

But upon hearing the latter part about getting one soul banknote per head, they were stunned, and then ecstatic. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Minister Ye, are you serious? One soul banknote per person?" The delegate from Asan Country was the first to speak up.

"Absolutely, the soul banknotes I just compensated you with were based on the last headcount," Ye Lin affirmed.

"Fine, as long as it’s paid, I agree. Moreover, you can absorb sixty percent of the Life Force, just make it two bucks per head," said the representative from Asan Country immediately.

The population of Asan Country is the highest in the world, incredibly prolific, and the upper echelons completely neglect the lower classes, indifferent to whether they live or die.

When the time comes, they would gather the lower classes in city after city, then directly treat these folks as cash crops for Mu Rufeng to harvest.

Harvesting a few times a month, wouldn’t Asan Country become wealthy then?