Poverty Alleviation Princess

Giotto's eyes widened in surprise as if stung.

It's not that A Yuan's reaction really hurt him.

It's just...he always thought that this young lady, who has always been immersed in various infrastructure constructions and factory openings, was the one who was most in tune with him in this regard. They both wanted to create a peaceful place where everyone could live and work in peace. paradise.Why did you deny it so firmly?

"What should I say..."

A Yuan thought for a moment before speaking.

"For example, you and your brother only have one loaf of bread. And this is your ration for the week. Then someone suddenly came, seriously injured your brother, and took away the bread. What are you going to do?"

"Find this person, and beat him... and get the bread back." Thinking of his choice of not fighting, he quickly swallowed back what he wanted to say, and changed Chen Heng to only get the bread back.

"Then if this person has relatives at home, if he doesn't eat this bread today, will he starve to death?"

"Give him half of the bread," he answered immediately.The family members are going to starve to death, which proves that the family really has no food. The person who came to grab the food is probably hungry all the time. If there is no food, he will also die. Half a loaf of bread is enough for the two of them. .

"Then what if the doctor says that he needs a whole loaf of bread to treat your brother?"

"This……"

"What if, because you gave this man bread, he went on to hurt another family? What if that family happened to be your close friend's family?"

Giotto hesitated uncommonly.

If it weren't for such a situation, he would definitely answer 'I will protect them' without thinking, but while 'protecting', it is likely to be a new battle.

In doing so, it would be tantamount to denying his dream of a future without struggle.

"You see, it's hard to make a choice." A Yuan spread his hands, "People may always have conflicts due to various reasons."

"Then as long as there are a lot of bread, won't there be fights? But he is Giotto after all. After only a few seconds of depression, he immediately realized the key point.

"How much is a lot?"

"Too...too much for everyone to eat?"

If everyone had bread of abundance, there would be no need to fight over bread.

"Well, assuming there is so much bread, have you ever wondered how long the bread will last? How should it be preserved? What if the uneaten bread spoils? What do people do when the bread spoils?"

"Put it in the storage cabinet... well, if it breaks, make a new one?"

"Where does the new bread come from?" A Yuan asked.

"The bakery can do it."

Giotto replied without thinking.

"The premise is that the bakery is still there - the bakery makes money by making bread. Really all of a sudden there is more than enough bread for everyone, who is going to buy it?"

"This……"

"The raw material of bread is wheat. Once everyone stops using wheat to make bread, the consumption of wheat will not keep up. The hard-working wheat will not earn money, and they may even have no money to buy new wheat seeds and Expenses. Even if you buy it, you won’t earn any money from the hard-earned wheat—have you thought about what will happen after this?”

"..." Giotto stopped talking, and he was even a little confused—didn't he just say "no fighting"?Why did it suddenly change to bread and wheat?

It's just that these sounded very reasonable, and they were things he had never thought about before.

A Yuan didn't care about him, and continued talking on her own - once the conversation started, not only the audience would feel uncomfortable, but she would also feel uncomfortable if she didn't finish speaking.

"So whether it's too little or too much productivity, it's actually not a good thing, and it may lead to conflicts."

"Then can't there be a just right amount?"

Giotto, already deep in thought, asked a question immediately.

"Normally, yes." A Yuan nodded affirmatively, "But how to get it 'just right' is your job." A Yuan patted her skirt and stood up.

"I work?"

"Yes, this is something that you, the leader, should think about. How to master this speed, and how to implement it through actions."

A Yuan raised her hand and patted his shoulder.

"Productivity matters, combat power matters... and many, many other things are the same."

She smiled brightly.

"Come on, boss."

Oops, this seems to be different from what she intended to comfort.

Withdrawing his hand, A Yuan was stunned for a moment, but he was relieved immediately.

As the leader, these are what he should be thinking about, and I just helped him smooth out his thoughts, besides, encouragement is a kind of comfort, there is nothing wrong with it.

"Then, Elena and I are waiting to see your final plan."

"...?" Why is it on the planning case again?

Giotto didn't remember it for a while.

"The argument between you and Spedo can also be said to be the difference between 'insufficient' and 'too much'. Of course, it is definitely not the same as bread. If you can find a balance here, maybe the answer to bread lies in It’s in front of your eyes, so you must reflect your ideas in the planning case.”

It is best to start at [-] yuan, think of all possibilities in advance and write down the corresponding measures.

After A Yuan finished speaking, he waved his hand and left.She didn't look back, so she didn't notice Spedo who suddenly appeared silently.

The handsome young man stood where she was just now with his arms crossed, and snorted softly: "I said, where did you go?"

Giotto smiled: "You came to find me specially."

He was not dissatisfied at all because of the previous dispute, on the contrary, he was quite happy.

This proves that the other party is the same as himself, and the dispute is a dispute, but the friendship has not been hurt because of differences.

Realizing this, he felt a little more relieved.

He has so many friends around, he can always negotiate a charter.Even if you can't solve it now, you will definitely find a way in the future.

"How is it possible? Elena saw you two basking in the sun like two mushrooms, so she asked me to come down to see what you were doing."

If it wasn't for the dignity of the nobility, Spedo would have rolled his eyes at him on the spot.

I really feel angry when I see his silly smile.

"Okay, since you have nothing to do, go back - don't bother with your unrealistic naive ideas, it's useless anyway."

"Your idea may not be practical either." Thinking of the consequences of too much bread just now, Giotto retorted immediately.

"How many times have you said it before you understand that my idea is the most suitable for Vengley."

"That's not necessarily true." Giotto blinked, "How do you know that expanding your force will definitely improve? Have you figured out how to get the reward? How to deal with the captured territories, don't you have a plan? ?”

——These words must not have been thought up by Giotto himself.

The noble youth turned his head away.

"So let's write out our own ideas and let others judge together."

It's better to brainstorm and find this 'balance' together than he can't see a way out by himself.

"Okay, then let you lose your heart."

Spedo is not afraid of being judged, he is confident.

If it was between the two of them, it must be his plan that was chosen.

"Speaking of it...it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, Spedo, do you know what "productivity" means?"

"...???"

When A Yuan walked out of Vongola's headquarters, Miyamoto Musashi was already waiting for her at the door holding a box.

"Why didn't you go in?"

"The sun is so good, it's so warm on my body, I want to stay in the sun for a while."

It's a pity that you can't lie down on the soft dry grass and roll around for a few times. If you can, it will be the so-called 'bliss'.

The blond female swordsman squinted her eyes, feeling a little regretful.

"By the way, this is the jam tart that Sister Diana's family gave me. Let's go back and eat it together."

As she spoke, she raised the box in her hand and shook it slightly.

"Okay, what jam is it?"

"It's about picking blueberries...it's a fruit that doesn't exist in Japan." At least it didn't exist in the era she lived in. "It smells sweet, and it should be sweet too."

"Yes... ah, sorry."

Just when A Yuan was answering, he accidentally bumped into the skinny woman who was walking towards him.

A Yuan took two steps back, but the woman with long brown curly hair fell to the ground unsteadily.The contents of the basket also rolled all over the floor.

She was very thin, and her face was pale as if she was about to die. Anyone who saw her would think that she was someone who was seriously ill or had just recovered from a serious illness and hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

"Sorry, are you alright?"

A Yuan hurriedly helped her up, and was startled by her cold temperature.

It was a sunny and hot day, but her body was cold.

A Yuan was surprised for a moment, and then immediately started to help clean up the scattered objects that had rolled all over the floor.They were all small and scattered things, including daily necessities and fruits... Fortunately, they were not damaged.

"It's okay, it's because I walked carelessly." The pale woman smiled weakly. "And thank you for helping me pick things up...you're such a nice guy."

"No, that's why I didn't pay attention."

A Yuan shook her head, if she had paid more attention and got out of the way in time, it wouldn't be like this.

"Is this yours too?"

Miyamoto Musashi built a card, the workmanship is very exquisite, but the pattern on it has been smeared out, and it is impossible to see what it looked like originally.

"Yes, this is my most important thing, my treasure."

"Then take good care of it."

Miyamoto Musashi let go of his hand and stood back beside Yuan.

"Thank you for reminding me, I will."

Seeing that the woman was really fine, and everything was put away and put back in the basket, Yuan and Miyamoto Musashi continued to walk home.This small incident on the road was not taken seriously by the two of them at all.

However, the woman holding the basket stood on the road for a long time without leaving.

After a long time, when the figures of the two could no longer be seen, she looked at the direction in which they left and showed a fervent and sinister smile.

"Ah..."

She made a weird sound from her throat.

Found.

She found a new option that was much better than the original offering.

She noticed it just by passing by.

That strange, holy and evil breath.

Ahh, if it's this guy.

The corner of her mouth split into an exaggerated arc.

"It must be possible to make the ceremony perfect."

Her gaze became hot, and at the same time, the traces of smearing on the card that she held in her hand faded away at some point, revealing a corner of the lineup.

It was a woman's face.

The author has something to say: Capital (?) Boss' face A Yuan: First, the theoretical knowledge that is unclear, then a chicken soup, and finally the conclusion.

'It's time for you to go to work, I'm still waiting to see the results of your exciting work. '

The translation is: Is the plan finished? Is t written?What about weekly, monthly and quarterly reports?What's not done yet?Who gave you the courage to think about life during working hours?

The above translation comes from a friend who worked overtime until his mentality collapsed (hello)

The evil forces are eyeing Ah Bald!They're finally getting the thick line!Ow!