Besides, this was only his first meeting with Vegapunk. He could hardly tell him there was a traitor among his "selves" before they had even met. That would be ridiculous, and he did not know when York would betray them anyway.
York could not cause any trouble within the next two years, so there was no need to worry.
"Doctor, there's a subject I need you to research next."
"What is it?"
Vegapunk was a little nervous.
Weapons, right? It has to be weapons!
He knew all too well. These big shots only cared about developing weapons and waging wars, with no concern whatsoever for world peace.
"I raised the land, but the land that emerged had been submerged in seawater for so long that its salinity and alkalinity are extremely high. It can't be farmed."
"I need you to research how to improve the soil and turn this saline-alkali land into fertile farmland, or develop new crop varieties that can grow in it."
"Huh?!"
All the Vegapunks froze. They had never imagined Good would propose a research project that would benefit all humanity like this.
None of them had even thought of it. Wasn't he being incredibly attentive to detail?
"Geh heh heh heh!"
Good beamed.
His Groudon Company had already spread across the world alongside the Hoenn Residential Community, ready to contact and negotiate with local administrators at any time.
Limited by their technology, most countries had no way to treat saline-alkali soil. That meant his Groudon Company could lease and develop it cheaply.
Besides, he was the one who had raised the earth. By all rights, that newly added land should belong to him!
If anyone refused, he would beat their ass!
"Oh, right. Can you separate out any more of the Mother Flame?"
"Yes, but..."
Vegapunk