Although Professor Liu squeezed himself, Song Hu still didn't have a temper.

After all, where is Professor Liu's age, and Song Hu can only be honest with such an 'old man'.

Professor Liu didn't know about Song Hu's idea.

Even if he knows the way, he will still say what he should say, and he will still run on what should be run.

Who made Song Hu so mindless in Professor Liu's opinion.

You must know that Song Hu is a young man valued by Professor Liu, and originally wanted to accept him as a disciple.

After all, Professor Liu's age is here, and he can't be any younger.

And what he has learned and knowledge, he must always find someone to pass it on.

Professor Liu is a very old-school scholar.

Therefore, he cares very much about the inheritance of his skills.

However, Song Hu, a young man who was selected by him as a disciple of the mantle, was fascinated by some things at this time, and he drilled the tip of the bull's horns.

Therefore, how could he not be angry.

Looking at Song Hu's puzzled expression, Professor Liu took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

Now that he has to explain it to Song Hu, he must first adjust his mentality.

After adjusting his state of mind, Professor Liu looked at Song Hu and said, "The reason why I said that you are a stupid idiot must have my reason, and after you listen to my explanation, you will understand what you are wrong." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to your old explanation."

Song Hu's expression was serious, but he was very disapprehensive in his heart.

Professor Liu is still very clear about Song Hu's mental activities.

However, he didn't plan to explore this question, because he believed that after he finished explaining, Song Hu would definitely know what he was wrong.

"I know why you don't want to breed genetic people to solve the difficulty of lack of manpower, because you consider that after those genetic people who are not of Chinese descent are cultivated, they will once again increase the disadvantages of the Chinese ethnic group."

Professor Liu began his explanation.

After Song Hu heard the beginning. He began to nod his head again and again.

"I don't deny that." , Professor Liu said. "And I also know that cultivating a genetic person of Chinese descent requires a lot of funds, don't look at the amount of funds you have a billion yuan a month, in fact, if you really want to cultivate a genetic person, this money is far from enough."

Professor Liu is very clear about these things.

After all, he is now considered a relatively high-ranking person within the empire.

At the same time, Song Hu relied on Professor Liu very much. At the same time, before Professor Liu came to this era, the mysterious virtual space-time trading system forcibly entered some information into his consciousness.

Therefore, Professor Liu has a complete grasp of this information.

"Well, let me calculate it and see how many Chinese genetic fever can be cultivated by one billion yuan." Professor Liu pretended to calculate, and soon he gave the results of his calculations. "Oh. It turned out to be in his early 200s. ”

Tut-tut!

He shook his head: "It's only a little over 2,000 people a month, which is a big gap for us. Moreover, it is impossible for all of your billions of dollars to be used to cultivate genetic people, at most only half of them. After all, you still have to buy some engineering materials that we can't make now, so I have to make a discount on the basis of 2,000 people, which is more than 1,000 people a month. ”

"Yes. It was with this situation in mind that I gave up the method of cultivating genetic people. Song Hu nodded and admitted.

Professor Liu raised his hand. stopped Song Hu from continuing to speak.

"Stop, I'm not done yet." Professor Liu interrupted Song Hu's words, and then he continued: "Now Ontario City, Manhattan and Quebec, and even other cities under construction have Asan Patrol Police, right?" Professor Liu asked.

Song Hu didn't know why Professor Liu asked this question.

Although he was very puzzled, Song Hu still replied: "Yes, the total number of Ah San patrol officers in the cities in the empire is about 100,000, which is quite a lot. ”

Professor Liu nodded: "I remember you once said that these Ah San are the genetic people of the lowest caste in the Indian race. ”

Song Hu nodded and acknowledged this.

At the beginning, Zhao Hongyu came up with the idea of using Indian Ah San as a patrol officer in various cities in the empire.

After all, the low-caste Assans of Indian descent are the type of genetic people who are very cheap to bred.

Because they are lowly and have a hard life, they are not expensive to cultivate at all.

At the same time, because of their cowardly character, they are naturally good bullies.

Therefore, it is very cost-effective to cultivate them, which is why Zhao Hongyu chose to cultivate 100,000 Ah San.

It's just that there are now 100,000 Ah San in the empire, and if there are more, then there will be a systematic warning.

You must know that after two years of hard work and development, they have finally overcome this crisis.

Therefore, Song Hu didn't want any more crises.

"That's why I said you're stupid." , Professor Liu said with a sigh.

Song Hu still looked at Professor Liu with a puzzled expression: "I really don't understand, why am I stupid?" ”

Professor Liu said to Song Hu: "Third Brother is very cheap, isn't he?" ”

Song Hu nodded, admitting that it was indeed very cheap.

Among the genetic people cultivated by Zhao Hongyu, in addition to the Gurkha genetic people, the low-caste Ah San, who belongs to India, is the cheapest.

Moreover, compared to the fierce Gurkha people, Ah Sange has a cowardly personality and is very easy to manage.

It's good value to nurture them.

On this issue, Song Hu is not good at talking nonsense with his eyes closed.

"You still don't admit that you are stupid, since the three are cheap, it is better to cultivate more. Now there are 100,000 low-caste A-3 in the empire, so you should cultivate their sworn enemies, the high-caste Asan, and let those high-caste A-3 do the work. ”

Professor Liu's words made Song Hu pause, and he seemed to understand something.

After Professor Liu saw Song Hu's reaction, he knew that he now somewhat understood what he meant.

"Let the low-caste Ah San, go and manage the high-caste Ah San. At the same time, let the white prisoners also participate in the management and suppression of those high-caste Asangene people. I think it's good news for the low-caste Asan, and for the white prisoners who are being oppressed, isn't it? ”

Professor Liu looked at Song Hu with a wicked smile on his face.

My Mamma Mia!

I have to say that Professor Liu is really smart.

He called me an idiot, but he really didn't wrong me.

Song Hu now completely understands what Professor Liu said about this method.

Moreover, after Song Hu's measurement, this method is indeed very good.

He hadn't thought of it in the first place.

In fact, there are some things that can be imagined with a little turn of the brain.

It's just that I drilled the tip of the horns at the beginning. There is no such consideration at all.

No wonder Professor Liu scolded himself for being an idiot and a fool.

Thinking about it this way, Professor Liu really didn't scold himself wrongly.

Song Hu looked at Professor Liu with some embarrassment and began to pretend to be stupid.

Professor Liu didn't care what Song Hu was thinking now, he had to say everything now, so that Song Hu could thoroughly understand his thoughts and considerations.

"You and I both know that in India, even in the era of time and space in which we live, the caste problem has always existed." Professor Liu's expression was very serious. "The high caste suppresses the low caste, and the low caste Ah San lives a very difficult life. It is impossible for them not to have a grudge against the people of the upper castes. ”

At this point, Professor Liu reached into his arms and pulled out a cigar.

Song Hu quickly took out a lighter and lit it for Professor Liu.

For Song Hu's little sycophant. Professor Liu did not react.

He continued: "Therefore, we are raising 380,000 high-caste Ah San, although the system will give a crisis warning. But this crisis, in my opinion, can be completely managed. It depends on what kind of means you use. ”

Professor Liu's gaze deepened, but with Song Hu's understanding of Professor Liu, he knew that this old man was starting to bubble up again.

"Use low-caste genetic people to manage and suppress high-caste Asan-genetic people. I think that's a very safe way to do it. Don't look at them as genetic people, in fact, some things are imprinted in their bones, which is impossible to change, and it is also the weirdest part of the system. ”

Song Hu nodded, admitting that Professor Liu was right about these things.

"It's not that those low-caste Ah San don't dare to resist, it's just that they don't have a chance." Professor Liu flicked the ash of his cigar and then cocked Erlang's legs. "And Ah San is bullying the weak and afraid of the hard in his bones, with us backing him, I think those low-caste Ah San will definitely do these things according to our vision, and may or may not do very well."

"At the same time, if we use 120,000 white people, then the high-caste Asans who have been cultivated will become extremely gray in their lives." Professor Liu's tone was so embarrassed, as if he hadn't come up with this solution at all.

"I'm an idiot, I'm a stupid, Lao Liu, you're right, I really didn't think of this way. If you hadn't explained it to me, I'd still be worried. ”

Song Hu is very single.

Now that he had figured it out and understood the feasibility of solving the problem that Professor Liu had said, he immediately admitted his mistakes and mistakes.

Professor Liu clicked his mouth: "Damn, I hate those Ah San, I don't have the ability to shout all day long." In our time and space, they also robbed the land of Huaxia, and this time I have to take revenge on them. ”

Unexpectedly, Professor Liu also said such a thing.

Song Hu blinked his eyes and said in his heart: What kind of rhythm is this? Dare you think of this way, for the sake of calamity!? (To be continued......)