Chapter 1607 1579. Information Dissemination Sword
It's easy, or just a little bit.
Lan En did not use any special poetic art techniques to explain it, but instead just pointed out the core of the gaps in several data.
For example, how much taxes can the trade of Valyrian steel in Nifgad bring to the northern countries, what kind of combat effectiveness will these taxes be converted into, and how much supply will these taxes be converted into on the frontline battlefield.
What role can the sales of Valyrian steel play in the Nifgad army compared to it?
Lan En did not fill in the specific data because he just came back and did not actually get the data. The spaces on these data must be handed over to Sylenton.
Lan En just relied on his keen insight to find out these keys and explain the factors that can be explained in one go.
A piece of paper does not look like a poem after writing it, but rather like several fill-in-the-blank questions on a math paper.
In less than two minutes, Lan En handed the roll of paper to Shileton through the table, and picked up the silver cup he had just put down and took a sip.
Shilletton put the wine glass aside and carefully took what Lan En wrote.
"I can fill in all the data on this." The red-bearded dwarf looked up at Lan Eun, "But this is too boring, right? I can see that you want the citizens to know the pros and cons of selling Valyrian steel to Nifgaard, but who will listen to you when you read this out?"
"Besides, how can a minstrel read this?"
"Who wants to hear it?" Lan En held the silver cup in his hand and tilted his head, looking incomprehensible. "I care if they want to hear it?"
"Do you think I asked you to invite a bard, but only five, six, seven or eight? Then sing a few songs at the entrance of a few taverns and markets in the city? Cut."
Lan Eun curled her lips in anger.
"I asked you to invite hundreds of minstrels! Then let them go on the streets and alleys! Morning, afternoon, or even night shifts alternately! Who cares about whether the citizens want to listen? Put this thing into their ears for me!"
"Let them feel that this is the noisy background sound of life after a few weeks, and they even get used to it!"
"And then when I heard those stupid words saying, "I sold Valyrian steel to the Nifgads during the war, I was a betrayer," I subconsciously recalled these data to refute!"
"As for you, are those minstrels willing to spread this thing?"
"Silton, Silton."
Lan En muttered the name of the Red Bearded Dwarf in a nearly sigh, while looking at him with a pity.
"If I use a copper plate Grote to smash a bard, it will be considered insulting and provocative. But if I throw a Temolia Oren gold coin at him, it is called appreciation."
"Not only do I think this is appreciation, but even the smashed bard will think this is appreciation. You are still a banker and financier from the Giankadi family."
Lan En issued a decisive notice: "Tell those minstrels that they can add some vulgar jokes and vulgar jokes, but there is only one thing - the data on this cannot be tampered with or ignored. They all jumped out of their mouths in a complete way."
Shillon put the roll of paper into his pocket of his coat, but he still didn't believe that this would solve the problem, but he didn't say much.
As Lan En said, he is a professional from the dwarf banking family, and of course he knows that everything is easy to say as long as you add money.
But he still asked Lan En just now because he felt that it would be worth it to use this money to invite the bard to work.
Of course you can spend money, but you have to spend it to be effective?
Shilledon still believes that it is more cost-effective to spend money on hiring armed mercenaries.
It's an old-school and secure idea.
But he still doesn't know the so-called "power of propaganda" and the difference in the volume of propaganda sound.
Generally speaking, two views collide with each other in one area, and one view can produce three times the sound of another. That is, the opponent's voice volume is reduced to less than 30% of the public opinion environment.
You can basically crush the opponent.
The traditional businessman of Sylton is not able to understand the theory of information dissemination. Even in this magical medieval world, studying information dissemination as a theory is something no one has ever thought about.
Although Lan Eun was not very clear about this theory before, he knew that there was this concept. It is not difficult to draw conclusions by bringing data into real-time scenarios.
Lan En could see that Shilleton still didn't believe what effect this countermeasure could bring, but since the red-bearded dwarf almost broke himself in the last radical investment, his style of doing things has become much more rigorous and has improved significantly.
Therefore, Lan En is not worried that his actions will be discounted in execution due to his own ideas.
"Okay OK, since you said that," Shileton slid down from the chair, patted the inner pocket through his clothes and said to Lan En, "Then let's do this first and see what the effect is."
As he said, he took out an iron wine pot from his arms with Lan En raising his eyebrows.
Then he walked to the cabinet in the office, picked up the bottle that Berengal placed on it and poured it into his own pot.
Seeing Lan En's strange gaze keeps following him, Shileton muttered angrily.
"What are you looking at? This is a habit! I have improved a lot, okay?!"
This is the truth. Before he had learned a lesson, Shilletton would probably leave the whole bottle of wine after the conversation.
Maybe, I mean maybe he would still dislike the bottle of wine that had been drunk halfway, so he turned to the cabinet and found the bottle of unopened ones to take it away.
So Lan En simply spread his hands and held them in front of his chest, looking like "You are casual, I respect you very much."
After Shilletton finished filling the wine pot, he said hello and left. Although Lan En said to have a meal together before, it is obvious that the troubles facing the factory area now cannot make Syltton feel safe.
"He's very interesting."
Cassandra, who was sitting carelessly, smiled at Lan En as she looked at Shillon's leaving figure.
"The dwarves are basically quite interesting." The witcher spreads his hands, "If you can endure their rudeness and stubbornness before you feel this fun."
"It doesn't sound very difficult." Kassandra shrugged without any concern.
"By the way." Lan En turned his head and looked at Berengal, who had not spoken just now because his body was metabolizing toxins. "Do you still have the sneak sword you tried before? Let Kassandra feel your skills first."
At this time, although he had not been poisoned for a long time, causing the old demon hunter's toxin resistance to decrease a little, his face began to become normalized at this time.
This means that toxins are no longer a problem in his body.
The old witch hunter sneered: "Tell me this? Isn't my craft everywhere?"
But even though he was quarrel, Berengal still turned his left wrist.
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I saw a piece of sword head jumping out on the wrist guard that seemed ordinary in daily work!
The Valyrian steel has very beautiful textures.
Let Cassandra, who is the initial provider of technology, marvel.
Not only that.
Berengal flipped his wrist and showed the structure of the sleeve sword under his inner wrist.
Compared with the original version of the grandfather and grandson who were chased by the ancient order masters in the Persian Empire, Kassandra got from Darius, the first hinged sword.
The structure of Berengal is undoubtedly more complex and exquisite when he is in his hands.
Gears, small winches, and other components are interlocked layer by layer, showing a mechanical beauty.
"It's also the inspiration I got from the craftsmanship of the New World Survey Team."
As Berengal said, he removed the sneaker sword from his wrist and threw it at Kassandra.
After the Hawk Trainer caught it, he started playing with it strangely.
"With the more advanced mechanical processing technology there, I made a miniaturized projector hook claw structure on it."
As he spoke, Berengal had a helpless expression.
"After I was done, I realized that my old bones couldn't stand it."
"It's enough to treat it as a hook lock that slowly climbs up and lies down, but then I'm different from a rope? It's cheap."
"If you want to jump in the air like you, or the group of monster-like hunters in the New World, you can directly shoot out the projector hook and lock, and suddenly overcome the inertia and hold yourself. I guess my old bone is also a dislocated."
"It's a little bit miserable, my whole arm was torn off."
"But since Cassandra is the one you brought here," Berengal looked at the two of them first, "I'll just assume that this is not easy to mess with. Just use it."
"Is this very precious?" Cassandra refused, "What about you?"
"Me?" Berengal searched through the drawer of his office, and took out another one that was obviously much simpler and put on. "I'd better use the original version."
"I don't play those fancy moves, so it's better to be simple."
"Thank you, Berengal." Kassandra stopped politely and put away the sneaker sword. She smiled a little eagerly, "This thing looks very fun, and may make me more convenient."
"Just 'convenience'?" Berengal asked back in surprise.
In exchange for it, Cassandra nodded for granted.
So the old witch hunter was shocked and understood that the Eagle Trainer was indeed a "awesome character".
Kassandra's statement is not an exaggeration.
Her Ishu gene concentration is very high, and while the Leonidas Spear is upgrading, her genes are further sublimating.
By now, her athletic ability has been very exaggerated.
The flat city wall, even if there is nothing to do, she can climb vertically over an equal distance without blushing and breathing at a normal speed of trotting on the ground.
And if it is a fall, I don’t know if the anti-gravity technology has been compiled in Yishu’s genes.
Although Cassandra will still be injured and bleeding now, no matter how high she falls straight from, she will not be injured.
(This chapter ends)