Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Shenzhen Institute of Technology Primary School, Auditorium.

Hundreds of children aged 6 to 14 gathered here.

Although there is a big age gap, there are actually three grades in total, and they are not divided according to age but according to knowledge level.

Those who know nothing are in the first grade; those who can recognize a little bit of words and numbers are in the second grade; those who have a vocabulary that is enough to understand comics by guessing and can do addition and subtraction are in the third grade.

Third grade is the cultural ceiling for local children.

There are also a few children who have mastered "advanced skills" such as multiplication and division, but because their number is too small, they have to be crammed into the third grade.

It is only from the next session that students in new grades can be enrolled according to age.

Although the school's student quality is not satisfactory, the curriculum is not simple at all.

In addition to basic Chinese and mathematics, starting from the third grade, there are science classes combining physics, history, biochemistry and geography. Students can freely choose art, music, physical education, and magic general knowledge which are not taught in other schools.

Regardless of whether you have the ability to cast spells or not, you must start learning from the theoretical basics.

Drogo believes that with his efforts, the day when magic benefits every aspect of everyone's life will not be far away.

The magic class was taught by a wizard from the Drogo Group. It was also Lori's new introductory magic textbook, and was the first large-scale practical application.

Teachers of other subjects were recruited from other cities at high salaries, so the teaching staff is relatively abundant.

Drogo also made a small contribution to Feline education. He invented the multiplication table and vertical form, which helped the children improve their mental arithmetic and simple written calculation abilities.

For parents who didn't have high expectations for the school and thought their children could learn some math, this was a small arithmetic shock.

While adults generally spend a long time calculating 6x8 by counting on their fingers and still cannot figure it out, my children can give the answer to such a "super difficult problem" as 12x18 in just a few seconds.

It’s incredibly strong!

There are even rumors that this school is using evil magic to transform children to make their brains smarter.

Some people also refute this, why becoming smarter would be an evil transformation...

Of course, the school does not use magic to transform students, but it does not practice happy education here.

The daytime classes are very full, there are self-study classes and homework at night, and there are regular exams to test the teaching results.

The children in school are under a lot of pressure, but they are all very motivated to go to school.

Because they really know what life is like without studying hard in school.

Farming, fishing or working as child laborers in factories.

Three major employment markets for local minors.

In this kind of study life, the magic viewing time every night is a rare opportunity to relax.

In the past month, they have watched all 53 episodes of Digimon, and today they happened to watch the finale in sync with the premiere on Magic TV.

Hundreds of happy elementary school students entered the auditorium, chatting and laughing, and then quickly fell into silence.

Let the young minds know what a hair knife is.

In fact, there is no shortage of scenes in Digimon Adventure where characters throw knives, such as Leomon, Wizardmon, etc.

But there is one difference between these famous scenes and the ending, that is, the knife did not directly stab into the protagonists.

On the big screen, the train to the real world started slowly. The selected children were depressed and silent in the carriage.

Meimei hid at the end of the carriage, covering her face and crying.

At this moment, Kong suddenly shouted, "Meimei!"

Balmon's voice was heard from outside the train.

All the children leaned against the car windows, watching their friends running on the shore and waving goodbye. Balumon was apologizing for not seeing Mimi just now.

Most of the children in the auditorium couldn't help sobbing when they saw this.

At this moment, Barumon stumbled and fell to the ground.

Meimei screamed, her pink hat flew high up, and the a cappella theme song was inserted at the same time.

"Behind the infinite dream is a world of nothingness..."

The originally positive and uplifting song finally broke through the defense of the audience at this moment.

Emotions are contagious.

When one child starts crying, all the children can't hold back.

Even the teachers who watched the entire series couldn't help themselves. Most of them were very young teachers who had just graduated from school not long ago. They said goodbye to their families and came to the remote north to work for high salaries.

Substitute it hard.

There was a sad atmosphere in the entire auditorium.

An animated film that made countless audiences on the mainland burst into tears during the festival.

Right now, these kids are just feeling sad about the separation of the protagonists and their Digimon.

However, many years later, perhaps late at night, the grown-up child was alone outside, having just finished overtime, and was scolded by his boss during the day. His income was not very high, and sadness surged in his heart. For some reason, he recalled the night when he watched the Digimon ending.

I can’t remember the situation very clearly at that time, but the image of the hat flying high is deeply imprinted in my mind. Suddenly I realized that along with the beautiful hat, my childhood and innocence also flew away, and I could never get it back.

That moment will be more painful.

I have grown up now, and I can’t cry like I did when I was a kid, because it would bother my roommates…

Adults always have more constraints.

Just like the teachers in the auditorium now, they quickly calmed down and comforted the children.

"It's okay, everyone. The children will definitely be able to meet the Digimon again."

"But I don't even have a Digimon."

So she cried even more sadly.

The teachers frantically consoled the children for ten minutes before their condition improved from tears to twitching.

"Well, today is Christmas, everyone will receive a present, and the best-behaved child will have the chance to have their wish come true..."

When they heard that there were gifts, the children stood up and walked out while drawing them without any delay.

In the playground, all the magic crystals on the Christmas tree have been lit up, and the colorful lights are dazzling in the night.

"Look, it's Santa's dragon!"

The sharp-eyed children soon spotted the figure flying in the night sky.

The story of Santa Claus's dragon has been written into children's books and told to these students.

The child's emotions came and went quickly. At this time, he had already put the matter of Digimon behind him and cheered as he watched the red dragon getting closer and closer.

"Wow! It's actually true! I thought it was a story to trick children!"

Yes, it's a story to deceive children.

Drogo in the sky heard the shouting below and answered in his heart.

He doesn't use reindeer to pull his cart, he can fly.

After descending to the appropriate height, Drogo opened the treasure chest and poured the gifts directly into the crowd.

There are only a few types of gifts for everyone, and you get whichever one you receive.

All the gift boxes are wrapped with ribbons and paper, and have been cast with the Feather Falling Technique. They will float down slowly and will not hurt the children.

"Wow, it's raining gifts!"

"Thank you Santa Dragon!"

Children are still very cute when they are not doing anything naughty.

Drogo made a beautiful turn, flew to the side of the Christmas tree, and landed in a circle.

The fat leather case did not affect his flexibility.

Standing in front of hundreds of children looking at him with admiration, the emotional value was at its maximum.

Zhuo Ge tuned the voice of the speaking bow tie into the voice of a simple and honest uncle.

"Do you like my presents, kids?"

"like!"

"Guess what other surprises there are today besides the gifts?"

"Wishes come true."

"Okay, let me help the luckiest child and make his wish come true."

"What? Isn't it to help the best-performing children realize their wishes?" a child asked in confusion.

Drogo immediately glanced at the headmaster.

The principal's slightly embarrassed smile showed that she had indeed not expected this situation to happen.

To put it more professionally, this is called granularity misalignment.

Fortunately, Drogo reacted quickly and continued, "You are right. It is to help the best and luckiest child to realize his wish."

And he urgently asked the principal using the summons technique.

“Who is the best-behaved kid?”

"Lucia."

“Is the wish outrageous?”

“Not far off the mark.”

The principal answered in a low voice and pointed to the location of the wish list for Lucia's class. Drogo had to find the specific one himself.

Drogo nodded. It seems that in the future he will have to add the setting that Santa Claus’s dragon has limited magic power and cannot fulfill every wish.

"Okay, let's find the first lucky person of the day..."

Drogo plucks a wish from the tree.

"Dior!"

A fat boy in the crowd immediately jumped up and screamed.

"His wish is that his parents can accompany him to the ice and snow park in the north."

It simply couldn't be more achievable.

Drogo stretched out his claws and groped out three tickets to the ice and snow park from the treasure chest, the highest level, which included food and accommodation.

The fat boy took the ticket excitedly, but soon his expression drooped. "Actually, I would rather my parents spend time with me. They are too busy at work and are often not at home."

Why are there additional requirements?

Drogo continued, "What do your parents do for a living?"

"I work at the port construction site. They pay me by the day, and I don't want to stop working even for a day..."

"Um……"

"Is it true that Santa Claus Dragon can't do anything about it?"

"How is that possible! You can go any day you want. I guarantee your parents will have time then."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

The reason why Zhuogo was hesitating just now was not because this matter was difficult to handle. It was very easy to work on his construction site.

But it suddenly occurred to him that this seemed to be a very common phenomenon.

Originally, at the construction site in Deepwater City, each shift of workers had a mandatory rest day.

However, in order to earn more money, many people will do odd jobs in other places on their rest days. However, because of the need to travel back and forth, they will become more tired than if they do not have a rest day at all. There have been several accidents caused by fatigue, and they have been forced to change the rest day to voluntary.

Compared to being tired, people here are more afraid of having no work to do.

I'm probably afraid of being poor, so I have no thoughts of relaxing and enjoying life.

There was nothing Drogo could do about this situation for the time being.

This habit may be hard to change even if he becomes rich in the future. He has seen many elderly people who have no shortage of food and drink and who insist on eating whatever is available.

The wishes of several children were granted one after another. "Now, the last chance tonight belongs to the child with the best performance, she is - Lucia!"

Before he finished speaking, a little girl stood up confidently, and the other children had no objection.

Judging from the looks of it, he should be a very outstanding student in school, most likely the kind whose grades are far better than the second place.

Drogo opened Lucia's envelope and found a long letter in well-written handwriting.

He glanced through it briefly. It was about Lucia's grandfather. Her grandfather was a farmer in a village. He heard that the rich people in the village came to the city and learned the tricks of farming in an Internet cafe. There was more knowledge about farming on the Internet.

Drogo thought about it and it seemed to be true. The druids of the group had done a lot of teaching on farming and breeding on YouTube.

Some require magic, while others can be learned by ordinary people.

"So your wish is that your grandfather can have a home computer and learn that knowledge." Drogo concluded.

"No!" Lucia immediately denied, "I want to have a host computer in the village for everyone to share, so that everyone in the village can learn that knowledge."

This was not what Drogo had expected.

Good boy, you care so much about the village.

"Since you are so sensible, Santa Claus will give you more rewards. Your grandfather's village can have more than one host. I will build a host room there..."

As the production of host computers has increased and the sales have slowed down due to price issues, there is a lot of inventory backlog in the warehouse.

This thing is still too expensive for most people.

The growth rate of Internet users has also declined, which cannot be solved by increasing online content.

After hearing what Lucia said today, Drogo suddenly had a new idea.

In order to increase the number of Internet users, it is better to reduce the profit from selling the machines themselves, lower the prices, and at the same time launch some activities such as installment purchases and student discounts.

Or design some super expensive limited edition models, reap the profits from the nobles, and provide public welfare hosts in some small places.

Spreading knowledge can greatly promote the development of productivity.

The higher the productivity and the richer people are, the more beneficial it is to Drogo. It is a long-term investment and can be done.

After the Christmas event ended, Drogo returned to the Twin Towers and decided to start some charity hosting projects.

When Elsa heard about this project, she was shocked and wondered if Drogo had been replaced by another dragon in Waterdeep.

"Do you think I'm the kind of greedy dragon who does everything for money?" Drogo asked.

"No." Elsa answered firmly.

Unfortunately, the polygraph test betrayed her true thoughts.

"Then I'll let you see what a kind red dragon is. I'm going to open a channel for applying for a home machine..."

a few days later.

Drogo was staying at home, reading a pile of letters from Waterdeep, grinning foolishly as he read.

"What are you looking at? You're smiling so obscenely." Fulin asked with disgust.

"How is that vulgar? How can I be vulgar with my handsome face!" Drogo retorted, "I was reading an essay written by elementary school students in Waterdeep. The title was 'Writing a Letter to Santa Claus Dragon'."

Fulin had a look on her face that said "you are so disgusting". She knew that the Santa Claus dragon was played by Drogo. "Did you ask the school to come up with this kind of question?"

"Am I a dragon that does that kind of thing?" Drogo said dissatisfiedly, "The principal of the primary school asked me to write it. Tell me, what kind of thing she did is called? You know that I, a dragon, always hate formalism the most..."

Drogo said this, but there was no sign of disgust on his face.

I understand why so many emperors liked flatterers. It really feels good to be praised.

"Hey, let me see how those kids brag about you." Fulin also came to read the letters.

She picked up a letter at random, opened it, and read: "'Santa Claus Dragon, you are a big liar!' Haha ...

Fulin couldn't help laughing, "It seems that you didn't perform very well that day."

"Who? Who called me a liar?" Drogo emerged from the pile of letters. "Let me see his name. He won't get any presents next year."

"Let me see," Fulin looked at the end of the letter, "her name is Lucia, and she's a girl."

"Lucia?"

Drogo was a little surprised. In his impression, Lucia was a very sensible girl, and she didn't seem like the type to put down the bowl and curse her mother.

He took the letter and read it carefully.

"Santa Claus, you are a big liar! You said you would build a free computer room for the village, but who knew you would build one that charges a fee. The fee is even higher than that of an Internet cafe in the city. My grandfather can't afford it, and no one in the village can afford it..."

Lucia was still very civilized, not swearing like the elementary school students in Twin Towers City who played too many games.

However, the content of the letter left Drogo confused.

That's impossible. The server for Grandpa Lucia's village was entrusted to an agent who had been cooperating with Drogo for a long time. There is no reason to cut off their own financial resources for such a small amount of money.

Drogo also sent Battle Axe to supervise the construction, so it could be completed in a few days.

There are more than 160 households in the village, and Zhuo Ge gave them eight main units. They were not even the most basic models, and the accessories were of medium quality.

So at which link in the process did someone become greedy?
Drogo was angry.

It's rare to do something good here, but someone still cuts in.

He did not ask Aisha to arrange for group employees to investigate, but directly called the drow warriors.

The elite drow showed high efficiency as always and completed the investigation quickly.

"You mean, no one has any problems on our side or on the agency's side?" Drogo asked.

"Yes," replied Zhuo Er.

"There was a family in that village who sealed off the main engine room and required other villagers to pay to use it."

"Yes."

"They used my name and said that it was the Drogo Group that allowed them to charge."

Zhuo Er nodded again.

"You didn't just get rid of them?"

"You said that we should formalize management now, and all issues will be reported to you before we make a decision." Zhuoer replied.

"Uh...right done."

Drogo continued to ask, "Does that family have a warrior, a wizard, or is it related to some character?"

"nothing."

"Then why can they occupy the main engine room?"

“They have many sons.”

This answer left Drogo speechless.

They have many sons.

Such a simple reason.

In the absence of supernatural power, having more sons means being able to fight and being a village bully.

"Did the village chief take care of this?"

As soon as Drogo asked, he realized that he was stupid. "You don't have to answer. I guess their family is the village chief."

Zhuo Er nodded in affirmation.

"Do we need to get rid of them now?" he asked.

"I'll go myself."

Drogo said that he had never met such a weak opponent in his life.

So, Yangjiao Village.

This is where Lucia's grandfather lives.

A harmless-looking little red dragon strolled into the village.

The main engine room is easy to find; it is the best building in the village.

Drogo arrived at the door and saw a sturdy man standing there. He was estimated to be nearly 1.9 meters tall and had broad shoulders and a thick waist.

This size is indeed invincible in the village.

The fact that they can eat so much proves that this family has been dominating the village for quite some time.

"Where did the Asian dragon come from?" the sturdy man said disdainfully, and picked up a piece of meat from the table next to him, "suck, suck, suck..."

Then the strong man lost his hand.

"Come on, answer a few questions. Where is your home?" Drogo asked in a calm tone.

The man lost his previous majesty. The pain and fear made him tremble uncontrollably.

"It's okay. Just tell me and I won't move my claws. I have always been a good dragon that keeps its word."

With Drogo's kind request, he successfully found the village chief's house.

After a brief negotiation, the youngest son of the family went to notify the whole village to gather in the open space in front of the main engine room.

Soon, people from every household in the village arrived at the gathering place.

I saw the village chief and his family all kneeling together, and a red dragon.

Seeing that most people had arrived, Drogo said to everyone, "This mainframe room is free. It is provided by the Drogo Group. No one can charge for it. Not now. If anyone wants to, they can refer to the ones over there."

Everyone's eyes turned to the village chief's family.

Drogo then said to the village chief: "Have you ever occupied other people's land?"

The village chief looked frightened and embarrassed, and he stammered without saying anything.

"Then you wouldn't mind returning it to the original owner, right?"

The village chief nodded tremblingly.

Drogo continued to say to the villagers: "Have you ever thought about resisting them together?"

He was responded with a blank stare.

Only one old man, who didn't look particularly afraid of Drogo, replied, "If they're not there, there will always be others."

Yeah, there's always someone else.

Drogo didn't say anything more, just left a sentence, "Everyone in their family has been subjected to a weakness spell, which will last for their entire lives."

Then he flew away from the small village.

He did what he said and did not take direct action, but when the villagers looked at the village chief's family, there was no more fear in their eyes.

After returning to Twin Towers City, he first asked Elsa to stop the public welfare host project that was under construction.

"Ha, I knew you wouldn't do charity work." Elsa looked like she knew you would do this.

Instead of answering directly, Drogo asked, "Is there a bully in your village?"

"Of course there are. Which village doesn't have them?"

"Then will the mainframe room I built become a means for them to make profits?"

"Yes, it will happen, but you can arrange for someone to supervise the built mainframe room to prevent it from being used by others."

"So I have to spend money to find someone to supervise. I'm not a sucker. Besides, there are so many places, how many people do I have to arrange to supervise them?"

Elsa also knew that this didn't sound realistic.

Drogo scratched his head. It seemed that the popularization of host computers and the Internet could only wait for technological breakthroughs to bring down prices.

"Hey!" Elsa suddenly had an idea, "Do you think it's okay to let many people share one host?"

"Isn't that just an Internet cafe? I can't open an Internet cafe in the village."

"Is it possible for us to develop a remote sharing technology so that we don't have to open an Internet cafe in the village?"

"Remote sharing, you do the research and development..."

Before he finished speaking, Drogo suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a technology for remote sharing.

The Soul Ascender's Technique. (End of this Chapter)