Zhao Gang had no objections and nodded slightly.
"All right."
He paused, then laid down the first anchor.
"So we can conclude that three of your iron coins equal one of our US dollars. No problem with that, right?"
After translating, Lin Mo stole a glance at Kael. Nothing unusual appeared on Kael's face.
That meant his lie-detection magic had confirmed that Zhao Gang wasn't lying.
Of course, Zhao Gang really hadn't lied.
Kael probably would never have imagined the situation Blue Star was currently in.
If this had been two and a half years ago, when Blue Star was safe and vast tracts of land were planted with crops, there would have been nothing unreasonable about that price.
But this was the apocalypse. Cultivation costs weren't high for the state, since it had dug the underground cities itself and owned the land too.
What private individual had land and underground space to grow wheat?
Wasn't the price whatever the state said it was?
As for settling in US dollars, nobody had said they had to use their own national currency, had they?
Lin Mo was already observing a moment of silence for Kael and the others inwardly.
Little did he know that Kael was secretly chuckling too.
Across the entire Terra Continent, the Holy Human Race had the highest grain production costs, because wheat was their staple food.
Although the Dwarves enjoyed drinking alcohol brewed from wheat, they bought it all. Their diet mostly consisted of meat, wild vegetables, and the like.
Every one of them was a master blacksmith. The equipment they forged fetched hefty rewards, making theirs what was known as a high-end, cutting-edge industry. They had no need to farm at all.
Half-Orc labor was the cheapest. They toiled away growing wheat, so their costs couldn't