RNP Chapter 4727 X Royal Newcomer (6)
Chapter 4727 X Royal Newcomer (6)
Chapter 4727 X Royal Family: New Life (Part 6)
Currently, mutants on Earth only occupy one island. Everyone knows how much effort and hardship they endured to claim that one island. And now you're telling me you own an entire galaxy?
Regardless of the size or resources of the Andromeda Galaxy, it's an entire galaxy, comparable to the Milky Way. They can't even manage their own solar system; when will they ever be able to conquer a whole galaxy?
Furthermore, they claim that starships are Earth's public property. To the mutants here, how powerful must they be to rival humans who already possess starships?
Keep in mind that the humans in this universe only built a factory, which nearly wiped out the mutants. Meanwhile, the humans over there have spaceships, starships, and even planetary warships—superweapons like those! Wouldn't they fight the mutants until the very fabric of existence is obliterated?
Seeing that he couldn't change his mind, Charles simply ignored him and continued, "I'm not saying that your dock is poorly built. It's just that without standardized procedures, you'll never succeed, and the lack of standardized oversight could also lead to problems."
"Think about it, during the construction process just now, were you ever distracted by fatigue? Were you ever distracted when talking to others to stay awake? Were there times when you weren't sure which batch of materials you had handled properly?"
When he asked that, the answer was, of course, yes. After all, with the work done to this point, who could maintain full concentration? Most were either half-heartedly dawdling, or desperately trying to meet deadlines, hoping to finish quickly and be done with it. Being pointed out by Charles made them all a little guilty.
"This is why I emphasize the importance of standardized processes. First of all, a reasonable schedule will give everyone reasonable rest time, instead of making you stay here exhausted, relying on various external forces to improve, and ultimately making mistakes due to lack of energy."
"Think about it, if because of your mistake, the dock that you worked so hard to build has problems later, it could not only kill your compatriots, but also plunge the entire Krakya into turmoil. How guilty would you feel?"
“I understand, Professor,” someone immediately said. “Actually, I also thought it wasn’t good to rush the project like this. But I heard that the international situation is very volatile right now, so I thought we should finish it now so they can’t cause us any trouble.”
Many others echoed this sentiment. These were the mutants who best understood how difficult it was to establish Clarkia as a nation, and they were eager to seize any opportunity to build something to prevent the human government from jumping out again and saying that this was no good or that was no good.
"Please rest assured, everyone. Leave the issues of public opinion and diplomacy to me. I can guarantee that when the new dock starts construction, no government will dare to say that it is illegal or non-compliant."
Sebastian couldn't help but glance at him again, wondering how he could make such a boast. After all, human governments are complex and intertwined, each with its own stance and demands, and internal conflicts raging within themselves. How could he dare claim to persuade all nations?
Moreover, this dock is clearly illegal and non-compliant. Don't forget, Krakya is a nature reserve. What kind of nature reserve would build such a large, deep-water dock? Isn't it obviously suspicious?
Sebastian was starting to have a headache again. He was worried that Charles was messing around. After all, he was now a Krakyan citizen, and their countries were intertwined. If something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to escape either.
He wanted to offer some advice, but Charles seemed to read his mind and gave him a meaningful look. Sebastian was speechless, only hearing Charles continue:
"Moreover, the problem we urgently need to solve has never been the dock, but your lives. How can we talk about building a home when everyone is starving and freezing?
"Of course we need to develop agriculture, but it's really too late to start planting now. We must acquire some external resources to enrich and adjust ourselves so that we can better devote ourselves to our work. Don't worry, leave this to me, and I will make sure everyone has the freshest food."
Sebastian couldn't help but glance at him. This wasn't a small matter; after all, few countries hadn't imposed embargoes to combat mutants. It's not like a normal country can't conduct foreign trade; it's normal for others not to sell you things, so you can only buy from the Hellfire Corporation. However, this kind of trade doesn't buy much.
A nation's foreign trade has not only economic value but also political significance. The amount of imports and exports each year is predetermined. Some funds are used to support partners, while others are used to balance regional tensions. Others won't change their stance for a small private enterprise; many commodities cannot be traded, contributing to Krakya's resource shortages.
Although a nature reserve has been established, many countries are still observing, unsure whether Krakya truly has value for them to engage in foreign trade. Therefore, the problem of resource scarcity has not yet been completely resolved.
Now, Charles has boasted that he can solve both diplomatic and trade problems simultaneously. Sebastian is curious to see what he's capable of.
Soon, the mutants dispersed and went back to rest. Although the food was still not very appetizing, at least they could get a good night's sleep. Charles and Eric met in the central court, but they merely brushed past each other, exchanged greetings, and then went to their respective offices.
This amazed Sebastian. These two, whenever they met, would talk for at least ten minutes, discussing everything from life and ideals to sharing their recent experiences.
Sebastian chose to follow Charles because Charles was more talkative, and he could glean some information from him. Seeing Sebastian's shifty eyes, Charles said, "We're not exactly inseparable, why do we have to say things now?"
"You two don't see each other often?!" Sebastian exclaimed, his eyes wide. "You're always together, aren't you?"
But he quickly realized that this was indeed the proper way to rule a galaxy. Charles then added, "Go and call Storm back."
"What?" Sebastian didn't understand.
"Go ahead," Charles waved his hand impatiently, shooing him away.
Sebastian realized that these two were incredibly good at ordering others around. However, he wasn't bothered at all; in fact, he thought it was better this way, because he sometimes wondered what those two in his universe were doing.
Professor X always acts like a teacher, explaining the background and consequences of whatever he calls someone over, occasionally adding a few words of advice and instruction. Magneto has no problem directing others, but the problem is that sometimes he can't articulate his needs, sometimes his goals are too vague, and sometimes the process is too complicated, leaving him unsure of how to proceed.
These two are different. They only have a very brief instruction: either to relay a message or to find someone. The person carrying out the task doesn't need to use their brain at all; they're like a robot, simply delivering the message and finding the person—it's effortless.
This is why Sebastian finds it hard to imagine what enabled them to develop such abilities. Perhaps some incredibly dramatic stories unfolded during missions for certain mutants, honing their ability to issue commands with such conciseness and precision.
Storm arrived quickly. She didn't look well, as if she were injured or worried about the tense situation on the front lines. She paused for a moment when she saw young Charles, but said nothing.
“Hello, ma’am,” Charles said, “I would like to go to Wakanda.”
Storm paused. She finally looked Charles over seriously, then sighed as if she had expected it and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."
Inside the Wakanda palace, Charles walked in, with Storm and Sebastian following behind him. Sebastian asked softly, "You knew he would come?"
“He should have come sooner,” Storm said. “I don’t know why he didn’t want to come. Wakanda has never been an enemy of mutants, otherwise I wouldn’t have…”
She stopped there, but Sebastian knew. If Black Panther were anti-mutants, he wouldn't be dating Storm. However, he still had reservations, because Wakanda and Clarkia were indeed in competition, especially in the medical field.
Unexpectedly, Charles's words upon first meeting Black Panther caused Black Panther to spit out his tea.
"Let's join forces and monopolize it."
“Cough cough cough,” Black Panther coughed violently for a while, then said, “Monopoly, what monopoly? Wakanda is an inclusive and open country…”
“Of course, it’s medicine and metals.” Charles didn’t waste any more words with him. “Only the two of us in the whole world can cure all diseases. Wakanda and Clarkia have joined forces to monopolize high-end medical resources. Which politician wouldn’t agree?”
“But Wakanda already has a near-monopoly on all high-end medical care.” Black Panther quickly realized this and began to bargain, “Why should we take you along?”
“Because you can’t monopolize it if you don’t bring it,” Charles said. “We’ll offer those politicians free experiences with the Krakia Flower to attract them to Krakia for medical tourism. It’s not only more effective than yours, but also more relaxing.”
This immediately struck a chord with Black Panther. Wakanda has beautiful scenery, but it's largely closed to tourism, and being a desert country, its landscape isn't as stunning as Clarke's. And in terms of service, it can't compete.
The medical aspect is also quite risky, because Black Panther has also researched the miraculous Krakia Flower. This thing is truly absurd; not only is it easy to use, but it's also very effective. If they were to make it their flagship product, it might actually be able to knock Wakanda down with a single punch.
Almost instantly, Black Panther made his decision, nodding and saying, "Okay."
“However, we will only cooperate with you in the high-end medical industry; we have our own plans for mass healthcare,” Charles said.
"You're not planning to turn the Krakia Flower into medicine and send it out, are you?" Black Panther frowned and said, "Forgive my frankness, but that's probably very difficult..."
"smuggling."
"That's fine then."
Storm was still a little confused, but Sebastian understood completely. Essentially, wealthy people wouldn't use smuggled drugs, making them easier for ordinary people to obtain. If the efficacy was made slightly less potent, even fewer people would bother with them, and they could indeed be used for general medical purposes.
“There’s one more thing,” Charles said. “I need you to help me contact someone.”
"Who?"
"Zheng Xian, Director of the China Divine Spear Bureau."