Chapter 406： Great change (1/2)

Although Gao Wen just raised his own population migration plan and everyone in the scene when he rebuilt the plan, as the discussion became more and more in-depth, the feasibility and necessity of the plan gradually became clear, and the first hearing was produced. The incredible feelings have receded, and everyone’s focus has begun to focus on those implementation details.

"...all of you, we have to make it clear that migration is a long-term plan. The same is true for the construction of cities, roads, and government offices. It takes three to five years to complete completely, so we must let this go smoothly," After answering most of the questions of the officials of the Office of Government Affairs, Gao Wen said with a serious look at the people on the scene. "The first step, we have to choose some pilots. The initial implementation of the population migration will be the Hosman collar, our legion. Now that he is stationed there, news of the war has spread throughout the land, and Count Carlos Hosman has confirmed his death, and then the 'receiving troops' will enter the Hosman area, using negotiations or shells. Open the gates of Hosman Castle and then announce the news of the lord's replacement and the new decree.

“Given the location and development of the Hosman region, I plan to move half of the serfs and slaves there to the Cecil region and to move all the scattered people of Hosman to the city, with the Old Town of Hosman Foundation to build a new city."

Gao Wen said that he did not continue to talk about it here, but Heti, who was next to him, could vaguely guess the thoughts behind his own ancestors.

Choosing the territory of Earl of Karlov-Holsman, who has confirmed death, as a pilot project, on the one hand, this kind of territory has the least resistance, and the implementation plan is easier. On the other hand, this is actually for those aristocrats who are still alive. One of the last chances is that there are still more than 20 southern aristocrats and their knights in the prison camp. Their ancestors obviously want to squeeze out the last value of these nobles, their remaining appeal, and their knowledge. Molecular groups, and their symbolic meaning in the general public.

These values ​​allow those nobles to live in prison camps, but their choice will determine whether they can live out of the prison camp, and Hosman leads the "pilot", which is the countdown to their choice.

Before the end of the countdown, the ancestors will not move their land for the time being. This is to maintain the stability of millions of people in the south. After all, the land aristocracy system has been here for seven hundred years. Suddenly all the lords on this land have been If you kill all night, I am afraid that everyone will fall into fear, even if the ultimate goal is to let them live a good life.

But after the countdown is over, the ancestors who seem to be peaceful and ironic will have to make all the land except the Cecil sphere of influence in the South become a land of no ownership.

"Do you have any questions?" After seeing no one on the scene asking questions again, Gao Wen gently knocked on the table and asked.

"...about the construction of a new city during the migration process." Heti, the expression on her face is awkward. "We are afraid that there will be no extra magic mesh substrates available, and the supply of basic magic materials is also The problem of this spring's budget has been given to the North Shore Development Zone and the Western New City, and a considerable amount of magic material has been used in the construction of the hiccup fortress..."

Heti said that he was less emboldened and sneaked at Gao Wen’s face: the budget was made by her, but it was also submitted to Gao Wen’s review. Obviously, no one thought about it when the budget was made. To establish a magical industrial city outside of Cecil.

But after hearing Hedi’s words, Gao Wen’s expression did not care: “Don’t worry about this.”

Heti snorted: "Are you ancestor?"

Gao Wen couldn't help but laugh: "In some areas I have chosen, there are ready-made magic nets that don't need us to build. Send a few magical technicians to check the interface status in the past, and then go directly to the device."

Heti probably had a brainstorming over the meeting today, so that he didn’t react at all, but when Gao Wenyi reminded her, she suddenly realized: “Ah, you put the magic net...”

“Thank you for your friend’s promotion, the Southland is everywhere,” Gao Wen said, shaking his head with emotion. “They only know how to use the magic net lighting, power the mage tower, power the mining machine, and know the general energy. The value... ah, when it comes to mining equipment, we can even use the local equipment for mining equipment. Although it is the old model that Cecil sells in the past, it is more than enough to use in the initial stage of construction."

Gao Wen said this pause, and added: "Of course, the old nobles only thought about their manor and castle when they built the magic net. The scope of their laying of the magic net is not too big. We will use it in the future. Time must be expanded, but fortunately, we now have the magical obelisk technology, which can transmit magic power remotely. The limit of the magic net range is not so serious. After you go back, look for the next order of the machinery manufacturing industry, giving priority to producing a batch of magic energy. The obelisk comes out."

Hedi was completely relieved when he heard the arrangement of Gao Wen, and after thinking of the working magic nets in the south, her face could not help but show a strange smile.

Gao Wen saw Hetty's smile and couldn't help but smile.

Every official in the conference room saw the smile of the lord. They thought about the fact that in the past six months, the big and small aristocratic shabu-shabu in the south had built a magic net and purchased mine equipment. They also smiled.

Will be heart, and tacit understanding.

The conference room is full of jovial air.

However, in the kingdom of thousands of miles away, in the splendid old silver fort in St. Sunil, the air is only low and depressed.