books44 Chapter 105 Intelligence Breaks Through the Heavens
Chapter 105 Intelligence Breaks Through the Heavens
Nordlin said indignantly, "What's wrong with them? They're all acquaintances who don't need money, but you're just here watching the show? How can you be so shameless?"
Klein looked at him, his deep blue eyes lowered, the shadows from his slightly drooping eyelashes making his eyes appear even darker, almost black.
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Tsk!"
Nordlin thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what to do.
Instead, it was the thin, pale male in front of them who spoke.
"Do you want me to give you some money?"
"also."
"How much will you give?"
"You can give me whatever you think is appropriate!"
Nordlin had no concept of money, so he just made up a number, "Hmm, then twenty star coins it is."
She glanced at him and said, "You don't seem like a money-grubber, so I'll give you a 20% discount!"
"Thank you."
Klein asked again, "So how many star coins should I pay?"
"...It should be fourteen...no, it's thirteen, no, it should be eighteen..."
Nordlin counted on his fingers.
But soon they discovered something even more embarrassing.
"Um, you there, yes, it's you."
He pointed at Klein and said, "Come here for a second, lend me your hand, I don't have enough fingers."
Klein stretched out his hand, his slender, fair fingers drawing particular attention.
However, Nordlin didn't have time to ask him what skincare products he usually used, otherwise he would definitely have to get some for Ge Yuan.
He is currently undertaking a groundbreaking mathematical calculation that is unprecedented in the history of the Zerg, a feat unmatched by any ancient Zerg ever before!
The workload involves double digits!
What is this concept?
It's worth noting that Nordlin, who usually enjoys learning, can easily master addition and subtraction within ten after undergoing systematic closed training!
What a glorious achievement this is in the history of the Zerg!
Normally, when he went shopping, he was treated like a pig to be slaughtered by unscrupulous merchants. But after he managed to bargain down the price from 2,800 star coins to 3,900, the way those unscrupulous merchants looked at him changed.
I became filled with awe!
They no longer looked at him with the same expression they would give a pig to be slaughtered.
Instead, they treated him like meat on a chopping board!
Every sales associate who saw Nordlin enter a large shopping mall wished they could pack him up and stuff him into their own store.
The price increased several times to more than ten times when Nordlin arrived.
Some conscientious merchants might reluctantly earn a few tens of thousands of Star Coins as a small discount for Nordlin, who frequently supports their business.
But more often than not, they slaughter people to death.
"Isn't one hand enough?"
Klein saw that he had been counting for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so he kindly gave him a hint.
"It doesn't seem like enough."
"And what about this hand?" Another hand was handed over.
Nordlin stared intently at his two hands, his twenty fingers.
damned!
He doesn't even know multiplication and division up to twenty!
Scratching his head, Nordlin had no choice but to count again because he had misread the number of fingers.
Klein maintained a faint smile throughout, dutifully serving as a teaching aid for the insectoid creatures.
The ten fingers lent to him, together with his ten fingers, form a ten-plus-ten addition, and twenty minus eighty becomes a ten-digit multiplication.
This was beyond Nordlin's computing power.
"Twenty times eighty equals..."
"Equals sixteen."
Klein kindly reminded him.
"I know, don't interrupt!"
Nordlin was annoyed.
Since we can't figure it out, let's just make up a number.
"Alright, just give me fifteen star coins."
"Why is one still missing?"
"I want to, but that's not allowed!"
Nordlin was utterly impressed.
It's unbelievable that after so many years of fighting, he would be defeated by a simple calculation problem.
What a shame!
With that, Nordlin stretched out his hand. "Alright, enough talk. Fourteen star coins, not one less."
"But I have no money."
The moment Klein spoke, Nordlin wondered if he had gone deaf.
"Why would you go to the theater if you don't have money?"
"Can't I watch it if I don't have money?"
Klein countered with a question.
"...If you don't have money, you can't watch it!"
Nordlin made a fierce gesture, "Fourteen, not a single penny less."
He looked at the weakling in front of him and saw that although he was thin and looked weak, his natural demeanor didn't seem like that of a poor guy.
As for what exactly his temperament was, he couldn't say.
Basically, it's about giving the insects a sense of trust.
“I don’t have the money right now, so I can’t give it to you,” Klein said frankly. “I just don’t know if you need a lecturer.”
"lecturer?"
"Ah."
"What would I do with that thing? Can I eat it or something?"
Nordlin refuses to let knowledge be crammed into your head and gives you the middle finger.
Klein had his own way of dealing with Nordlin, who refused to be nurtured by advanced ideas and knowledge.
"How about I work for you, handling any calculations or other mentally taxing tasks you might encounter on a daily basis, to pay off the debt?"
Seeing that he was still hesitating, he continued, "Since you are a general, you naturally don't need to do such a small matter of arithmetic yourself."
After listening, Nordlin felt that what he said made no mistake, and accepted his suggestion.
They acted like best buddies, forgetting that they had just been arrogantly demanding money from people to watch the show.
After discussion, it was finally agreed that the wage would be one star coin per second, starting from the moment the labor contract was signed.
The contract takes effect upon signing.
During the contract period, regardless of whether the employee is in a working state, Party A must pay Party B's wages. Furthermore, if Party A breaches the contract, Party A must compensate Party B with ten times the wages already received for the work.
The contract has a small note at the bottom stating that working hours are calculated in seconds.
Nordlin thought about it and realized that one star coin per second was quite cheap.
Who is he?
He is Wang Xing's most famous colonel!
This small amount of money is nothing.
Nordlin, still basking in his self-satisfaction, was unaware that interstellar time was calculated in terms of 24 hours a day, 60 minutes an hour, and 60 seconds a minute, which would amount to 86,400 star coins per day.
Moreover, as long as both parties are under a contract, they are required to pay wages.
"There are two copies of the contract. This one is yours. Remember to keep it safe."
Klein handed him the Tyrannosaurus Rex contract.
This action stunned all the insects present, leaving them frozen in place.
I've never seen such a shady contract. Even Munich isn't as shady as this one!
Andor looked away, trying to avoid the stupidity that might creep into his brain from prolonged eye contact with Nordlin.
"idiot."
"Andorra, who are you calling an idiot?"
Nordlin, with his keen hearing, twitched his ear.
He thought he heard insects cursing him.
“No,” Andor argued, removing the arm from his shoulder. “I just said this contract is very fair, the most reasonable one I’ve ever seen. It ensures the other party doesn’t take advantage of you.”
Nordlin pulled his arm back and scratched his head.
"Um... what is Party B?"
Why doesn't he just eat my food for free?