God of Technology: Creating the Internet in Another World-Chapter 495: Straight Up Clear Everything at Once!

The Gray Fort Emperor's mind raced.

Though he'd been thinking about this for a while, when push came to shove, he still felt conflicted.

What could be opened up?

What could be invested in?

What could be sold?

What absolutely couldn't be touched?

What could he fight for?

How could he digest and transform these things into what he needed, into things useful for the Gray Fort Empire?

All of this needed careful consideration.

Being able to launch reform after reform in the Gray Fort Empire and transform it into what it was today proved he was someone with real guts.

Facing this situation, he could naturally make changes.

But any change needed to center on his own interests.

Had to let the Gray Fort Empire benefit, or at least secure an opportunity.

"Opening up investment is the only way to attract outside companies to invest in your place, just like the magic-powered vehicle factory we partnered on before."

Viscount Roster looked at the silent Gray Fort Emperor, his expression unchanged:

"If you agree to open up investment, those companies will see an opportunity and bring their money. Then when they realize their technology isn't good enough, they'll naturally bring in advanced technology."

"Once the technology's in place, they'll want to reform worker efficiency and stuff, so new management systems will come in too."

"You'll get money, technology, and management experience. After that, if you've got what it takes, you can naturally digest all this stuff and eventually form your own independent technical capabilities."

Viscount Roster paused briefly before continuing, "This is actually your only shot."

"And you have to start doing it now."

"Otherwise, once everyone else does this, trying to get in will be incredibly hard."

"Right now, your biggest competitive advantage is your 100 million plus population. These people can provide cheaper labor and a broader consumer market."

At this point, Viscount Roster stopped talking.

What he'd said was already crystal clear.

If they kept dragging their feet, by the time Magic Conductor factories popped up all over the continent, the last ones to enter would only have two paths: farming and mining.

If those two paths didn't work out either, then it was game over.

Once Magic Conductor industrialization kicked off, tons of world rules would change dramatically.

The Gray Fort Emperor still said nothing.

How could he not know this?

But not every market could be traded for technology.

"Using the market to trade for investment is naturally fine, but we need to study the specifics carefully."

The Gray Fort Emperor didn't agree outright, but of course, he didn't refuse either.

This had to happen.

Actually, precisely because he knew they'd have to trade market for technology, he chose these currency conditions.

Through currency controls, he could keep most resources within his own country.

Originally, some capital would want to transfer funds out immediately after earning them. But under these restrictions, they'd very likely choose to reinvest.

Rolling the snowball over and over like this—when the Gray Fort Empire became their main income source, which country they really belonged to became questionable.

Viscount Roster wasn't surprised by this situation.

If this could be settled in one sentence, he'd never have come here in person.

The reason he made the trip was because this needed slow negotiation.

Days passed like this.

More and more high-level clerics with healing abilities from various churches, plus some doctors with decent medical skills, gathered in Roster territory.

You could say they'd concentrated most of the world's healing talent and forces here.

Viscount Roster's assistant received these people every day.

Of course, after arriving in Roster territory, these people were all shocked.

Though they already had some understanding of Roster territory and learned lots of details on the Magic Net, seeing it in person still blew their minds.

The situation here far exceeded their imagination.

Like coming to another world.

The whole territory was covered with all kinds of facilities, with busy people everywhere, everyone's face full of smiles.

Like every single day was full of hope.

This was totally mind-blowing for them.

But as more and more familiar faces gathered, they grew increasingly surprised.

"Didn't expect you to be invited too?"

A high-ranking cleric from the Church of Light looked at an elf not far away and couldn't help exclaiming.

This elf had been missing for a very, very long time. Lots of people had been searching for him, including the elves themselves, but seemed like they never could find him.

Every time they went somewhere new, turned out he'd already left.

This person also had a title recognized by everyone in the world—the continent's greatest druid, Master Wrathwind!

"Heard the person in charge here invented a pretty interesting gamble, so I came over."

Master Wrathwind said with a smile, "Though looks like I might've been fooled."

As he spoke, he glanced around at the gathered "colleagues," his expression not changing much.

He'd lived far too long and seen far too much. He didn't think much of situations like this.

As long as they didn't invite his creditors...

Master Wrathwind just thought of this when he spotted a very familiar face in the distance.

The Second Elder of the elven clan.

The Elf Kingdom's second druid.

Also the world's second most powerful druid.

Besides Master Wrathwind, invincible!

Too bad people in this world only remembered first place. Second place was pretty much unknown.

"Wrathwind!!! Didn't expect you to be invited too! You're actually interested in healing stuff!?"

The elven Second Elder walked over with surprise all over his face. "Don't even think about running. This is super important, I won't ask you to settle up. We'll talk after this is over."

"You really want to keep dodging me for another 300 years over a few gold coins?"

"What important matter? How about this gamble, we settle our old accounts together?"

The high-ranking Church of Light cleric who'd just said hello looked totally awkward.

By the sound of it, dodging for 300 years... these long-lived folks were really something!

But these two seemed to have a pretty good relationship.

Should I leave?

But just saying hello and walking away right after—wouldn't that be kind of rude?

The Church of Light cleric's head was full of regret. Why did he think to say hello?