Chapter 47 Mangke Businessman  (2)

When they heard that there were big customers, the merchants set up street stalls. Suddenly, the barren wasteland was like a commodity trading market. The slaves looked at the dazzling array of goods along the stalls, looking at the dazzling array of goods, and their eyes were straightened.

A large number of elves rushed out, surrounding the jewelry store.

While listening to Vimede's introduction and shopping in this temporary market, Yang Dashuan finally understood why most of this caravan was composed of humans.

The human kingdom refused to respond to the fact that it was once a member of Bemon and burned all the records of related ancient books. Under religious propaganda, it vilified the Bemon tribe, so most humans were very opposed to Bemon. They looked down on these barbaric, stupid and beastly races. In fact, the result was that the shrewd and calculating humans would be less important in trade, or simply put on an attitude that I would not sell to Bemon.

The west bank of the Suprati River is not as rich as the territory occupied by humans.

Large areas of permafrost and saline-alkali land even make it difficult for crops to survive. For this reason, most of Bimon's daily needs have to be purchased from humans. Spices, salt, cloth... These goods with low value are priced again and again, and human merchants plunder the resources they had originally lacked from Bimon's tribe in disguise.

So, this group of humans who are still loyal to Beamon came in handy.

They pretended to be their own identity to buy daily necessities in large quantities. These humans were called Munk by the Bemons.

As for the viscount in front of Yang Dashuan, this is exactly the case!

"What kind of goods have you purchased from the human kingdom? Don't use salt and cloth to scare me. Are there any weapons?" Yang Dashuan looked at the hazy goods and couldn't help but look at the fat and big ears of Mangke. "To be honest, I also need weapons very much. Look at my slaves, I don't even have a decent machete yet. It's really heartbreaking!"

Vimede was sweating wildly, shaking his head.

The metal ban is not a casual talk. The large-scale purchase of weapons must be approved by the human army before they can be purchased. Although I try every means to find a way, I always get a lot of money. No blacksmith shop can provide more than ten sets of weapons and equipment.

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes proudly and hooked his finger at the viscount. "Show you something!"

Alice and Leren walked away tactfully, but in fact, those beautiful things made them even more interested.

Vimede licked his dry lips, followed the human being tremblingly, and entered a warehouse.

The guy's cold sweat flowed down again. He was fantasizing whether tomorrow, on the extinction wasteland or in the Suprati River, a tortured and unrecognizable corpse floating. A bunch of pasta ogres and bear goblins stood beside the corpse grinning.

The warehouse is not spacious and is already full of goods. What catches your eye are several rows of armor and weapons. After being polished and polished by the elves, these things have regained the glory of the past. Chains as thick as fingers raise the flat and hard steel plates to form a set of hard chain mail. The distance between each steel plate is only the size of a finger joint. The steel plates made of these armors are also about three inches thick, and even the Orefin warriors have to cut them with all their strength.

However, the premise must be that Orefen must have a metal weapon in his hand.

If these armors made Vimede stare out, then the weapons placed beside him were enough to make him yell at the name of the God of War even in his dreams.

The edge of the blade with even knocking, regular cloud patterns, and thoughtful handguard design. At the edge of the blade with enhanced lethality, there are also a row of crocodile teeth-like thighs. Of course, these things are the batch Yang Dashuan found from the mine, but these equipment were not originally designed for humans, so the slaves in the territory could not use it.

Obviously, Vimede also saw this problem.

The armor and weapons here are more than twice as large as the standard weapons of the human army. Even the strongest ogres in this territory will look too big. Moreover, these models look more like they are designed for behemoths, and in fact, most behemoths can be used.

"What do you mean?" Vimede was a little confused about the person in front of him. "Or, are you going to sell it to me?"

That's what Yang Dashuan planned.

This group of Mangke merchants came just in time, and a lot of spoils were piled up in the territory that had been plundered from the robbers. In one month, spring flowers would bloom. Not only did the earth recover, but even the robbers hiding in the cellar would become active. He was preparing to replace these spoils with dazzling gold coins, part of which was used to vigorously develop the territory and part of them to prevent unprepared needs.

"Why should I believe you?" The fat-headed and big-eared Mank's eyes flashed with a hint of undetectable cunning. "The metal ban is not a piece of waste paper. Even if I buy it as a human, I cannot buy a large number of weapons and armor. Don't forget, we Bemon never gave up on regaining the territory on the east bank of the Suprati River from your humans."

"It's all my business!" Yang Dashuan pursed his lips and took out the agreement he signed with Locke from his pocket. "Before that, I had already bought and sold weapons with you. What I need is gold coins. Whoever has money will be the master! I say that, you understand?"

"But I have no money!" Vimede was stunned.

"Get out if you don't have money!" Yang Dashuan wanted to kick this guy out, and he had spent so much saliva in vain. "Didn't you just say that you can't make a fortune if you don't have money? Why don't you even have the gold to buy weapons?"

"Sir, to be honest, because I have to spend most of my money on Bemon's daily necessities in the human kingdom, so I can't afford to buy it for a while. If you want, after I finish processing these goods, I will buy it in large quantities from your territory. Of course, if you want..." Vimede saliva, he recognized the handwriting and seal on the agreement.

Yang Dashuan did not answer, and his index finger and thumb were rubbing obscurely.

"I'll give you that Naga Elf! Also, what do you like about the goods sold by these accompanying merchants? Just say, I'll pay the bill!" Vimede slapped his chest.

"This is what you said." Yang Dashuan was happy and encountered another hammer.

"Vimed, this leather jacket is good, I bought it." Yang Dashuan went out and pulled Leren and Alice. Before he could take two steps, he stopped in front of a strange store. Old Yang pointed to the black shiny leather skirt hanging on the clothes hanger and shouted loudly.

Boss Mangke, who was full of heat, smiled and introduced his goods. "The authentic rubber skirt in Far East, the girls' favorite clothes."

"You want to buy this thing? Do you want to wear it?" Vimede came up and smiled ambiguously.

"There are also ponytail whips, long rubber boots... girls' favorite toys!" The boss kept shouting.

"Fuck me, of course I bought it for my wife to wear!" Lao Yang pursed his lips and cursed the fool. "Boss, pack ten pieces for me."

Leren looked at the leather jacket with a pantyhose breast and exposed breasts. When he thought of wearing it on his body, he couldn't help but blush and secretly pinched Yang Dashuan.

"Okay." The boss was so excited that his face was trembling with prickly heat, and then he took off something from the shelf beside him. "Look at this ear cuff, the authentic Garfield ear pendant, and the rabbit ears are also worn on his head!"

Old Yang looked straight at the neatly arranged earcups on the shelves, which almost included the styles of each race. He wanted to make a stinging scene if Leren wore the red Fox earcups, and swallowed unconsciously. If the arrogant Joan of Arc had a red Fox tail, what a seductive scene would it be. "Boss, give me five sets of each one, pack them and take them away!"

Leren didn't dare to look up, and his shameless head fell into Yang Dashuan's arms.

"There are also those black leather boots above the knees, and I will also give me a few sets of ponytail whip. Don't forget that set of fishing webs and spider stockings!" Yang Dashuan spitted, and he was very excited that he wanted to buy the entire store and never give up.
Chapter completed!