393: The Holy Lord's scheme: 80/20 profit split!

While the high-level officials of Dragon Country were engaged in a fierce debate over the 70-30 split condition...

On Mo Yan's side, another conversation concerning the global landscape was also underway.

After seeing off the ecstatic He Yongping, Zhang Chen stepped back into the private booth.

"Holy Lord, the situation on Dragon Country's side has been temporarily stabilized," Zhang Chen reported respectfully.

"Mm." Mo Yan nodded, appearing completely unsurprised by the result.

"They're just a bunch of old fogeys who won't shed a tear until they see the coffin. Give them a glimmer of hope, and they'll clutch it tightly like a life-saving straw, refusing to let go."

Zhang Chen's heart jolted. While the Holy Lord was speaking of the Dragon Country's upper echelon, wasn't he also describing every power in the world facing this crisis?

"Then... regarding the other countries..." Zhang Chen asked hesitantly.

Following Mo Yan's instructions, he had already conveyed the 90-10 split condition through diplomatic channels to the dozens of countries that had come seeking aid.

As expected, once the news broke, it immediately caused a massive uproar.

"Holy Lord, as you predicted, the vast majority of countries have rejected our terms."

Zhang Chen pulled a document from his coat and handed it over.

"They believe this is blatant extortion and humiliation—unacceptable 'overlord' clauses."

"The major powers like Eagle Country, the Empire on Which the Sun Never Sets, Gaul, and Germanic have reacted particularly violently. They've even issued a joint statement strongly condemning our actions."

Mo Yan took the document and, without even glancing at it, tossed it directly onto the table.

"Condemnation? That's about all the capability they have left," Mo Yan scoffed.

"No matter how tough they talk, their bodies will be honest. Just wait; it won't be long before they come crying and begging me."

"However," Zhang Chen shifted the topic, "there are a few countries that have expressed willingness to accept our terms."

"Oh?" This piqued Mo Yan's interest slightly. "Which countries?"

"They are mostly countries with small land areas and relatively weak inherent strength."

"For instance, a few small nations to the north, and some island nations in the ocean," Zhang Chen explained.

"The number of high-Rank Dungeons within their borders isn't large, but they are equally powerless to resolve them."

"To them, rather than waiting for death and ending up with nothing, it's better to give up ninety percent of the gains in exchange for the survival of their entire nation. They understand this very clearly."

"Smart people are always in the minority," Mo Yan nodded approvingly.

In the Face of life and death, so-called dignity and Face are worthless.

Those major powers still haggling over ninety percent of the gains are, to put it bluntly, still harboring illusions. They haven't been pushed to a true dead end yet.

"Holy Lord, then... should we send people over?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Of course." A meaningful smile curled at the corners of Mo Yan's mouth.

"Not only must we send people, we must do so with great fanfare!"

He looked at Zhang Chen and said slowly, "Go now and reply to those countries that agreed to our terms."

"Tell them that to commend their wise decision and their trust in our Cangming Holy Land..."

"...I have decided to give them a 'first-time cooperation' discount."

"A discount?" Zhang Chen was stunned.

"That's right." Mo Yan held up two fingers. "Change the original 90-10 split to 80-20. We take eighty percent, and they keep twenty."

"What?!" Zhang Chen's eyes nearly popped out of his head in shock.

What was the Holy Lord doing?

Was he doing charity?

Why take the initiative to lower the price after finally negotiating a 90-10 split?

That was a full ten percent of the revenue!

For a high-Rank Dungeon, ten percent of the output could be an astronomical figure!

"Holy Lord, this... this isn't appropriate, is it?" Zhang Chen urged hurriedly.

"There's no need for us to give up such a large interest; they already agreed to the 90-10 split!"

"What do you know?" Mo Yan gave him a sidelong glance. "This ten percent I'm yielding isn't for them—it's for the countries that rejected me to see."

Zhang Chen's mind raced, and he instantly grasped Mo Yan's intention, breaking out in a cold sweat.

This move by the Holy Lord was brilliant!

First, he used the harsh 90-10 condition to filter out the most desperate and decisive partners.

Then, he used the 80-20 'discount' to give these first collaborators a taste of sweetness!

Once this news spread, what would the consequences be?

Those small nations that agreed to cooperate would surely be profoundly grateful to the Holy Lord. Their loyalty would skyrocket, and they would become the staunchest supporters of Cangming Holy Land.

They would use their own experiences to prove to the world that following the Holy Lord meant having meat to eat!

And what would those major powers—the ones still hesitating, haggling, or even organizing boycotts—think?

They would be dumbfounded!

They would realize that due to their momentary arrogance and hesitation, they had not only missed the best time to resolve the crisis but also missed out on a priceless discount!

Though the difference between 90-10 and 80-20 was only ten percent, the psychological impact was entirely different.

The former was naked exploitation; the latter carried a hint of benevolence and preferential treatment.

What would the citizens of those countries think?

They would question their own governments: why did you refuse back then?

Why did you push us into the fire?

Those already teetering governments would Face an unprecedented crisis of trust!

"I understand, Holy Lord!" Zhang Chen's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "I'll see to it immediately!"

"Go then." Mo Yan waved his hand. "Remember to 'accidentally' leak the news of this first-time cooperation discount to the global media."

"I want everyone to know that there is only one chance. Seize it, and it's a new life. Miss it, and it's eternal damnation."

"Yes!"

Zhang Chen took his orders and turned to leave quickly.

His departure was full of drive.

He could already foresee what a spectacular scene the world would become once this news was announced.

And the instigator of it all, his Holy Lord, simply picked up the document he had disregarded and tossed it into the trash.

It was as if the decision he just made—one capable of subverting the global landscape—was merely a trivial matter.

In the north, there was a nation famous for its high welfare and fairy-tale scenery.

After the apocalypse arrived, this place was not spared either.

Although the number of high-Rank Dungeons wasn't many—only five...

...for this country with a sparse population and weak military power, it was still a major crisis.

At this moment, inside the Prime Minister's residence in the capital, the atmosphere was as heavy as the polar night outside.

Prime Minister Karlsson, a silver-haired man over fifty, was looking at his cabinet members with a Face full of exhaustion.

Just an hour ago, he had overridden all objections to make a decision that might see him nailed to the pillar of historical shame.

He had agreed to the Dragon Country's Cangming Holy Land's 'overlord' clause of a 90-10 split.