"Teacher, shall I continue?"
Fang Ping glanced at Wu Kuishan and Huang Jing, but neither reacted. Since his own teachers were here, he might as well say everything he wanted to say. After all, he was acting entirely for the public good, without a shred of selfishness.
"We martial artists risk our lives. I've done the math. We provide so many resources, and they can produce more than four times that amount in pills and weapons. Yet they only supply us with a little over a quarter of it. Where do the remaining sixty percent of the pills and weapons go? Have those people swallowed them all for themselves?"
"Part of it flows into society. You know that the pills available in society all come from the Pill Company. Otherwise, society as a whole couldn't remain active—" Huang Jing said.
"Not that much of it. If sixty percent of the pills flowed into society, how many martial artists would that create? But in reality, there are pitifully few civilian martial artists." Fang Ping cut Huang Jing off.
Huang Jing exchanged a glance with Wu Kuishan before saying, "You really are sensitive to numbers, kid. Actually, this isn't much of a secret. The government has also been training martial artist armies. Where else did you think the martial artist troops that entered every time an abyss opened came from? And those martial artist troops stationed there are all supported by these resources. You can roughly calculate it yourself—how many martial artists are needed for so many abysses? So the resources are being used on them."
"Hmph, now I understand. Maybe I can't see as far ahead as you do, but no matter what, Magic Martial University's internal production lines have to be expanded. Otherwise, Magic Martial University won't be able to