This game is too real.

Chapter 820

With the feeling that he would not shed tears without seeing the coffin, Yarman took the shuttle bus from No. [-] settlement to the ruins of Haibei City, and walked the last [-] kilometers of the journey.

Without any accident, the centurion rolled his eyes when he saw the paper in his hand.

"You can go to whoever wrote this paper for you, or you can go to General Liumu for it."

50 dinars are enough to buy a ton of ammunition. According to this calculation, a tank is only more than [-] yuan!

The price offered by the alliance is more than three times that amount when converted into dinars!
This guy wants to break the price with a piece of paper, thinking about farts!
Yarman asked without giving up.

"Then... where is he?"

Anthony said impatiently.

"On the airship Loyalty, if it's not in Shifeng Mountain, it's going back to the west for the New Year."

In fact, this question is purely superfluous. How can a general who has won a battle not return to Triumph City to pretend to be coercive?

The Legion also gained a lot in this battle.

Although they couldn't get the relevant information about the "Gestalt life form" technology that they were most concerned about in the hands of the torch, the collected genetic samples alone were enough for the technical officers of various research institutes to work for a while.

Not surprisingly, it is estimated that General Lium will be promoted to three-star ten thousand this time.

The last hope was also dashed.

The corner of Arman's mouth twitched, and finally put away the stack of waste paper in his hand.

He swears.

He wants to put this thing in a photo frame, hang it in the most conspicuous place in the study, and add the group training he wrote himself to pass down from generation to generation——

Only pigs believe in the promises of the Weilante people!

At this time, if he didn't listen to Governor Huye's call, but reversed the operation, let the fleet run according to the original route, and sent the tea and sugar to Triumph City, he might be able to take advantage of the delayed delivery of a large number of goods from Borneo Province to earn a premium!
And because it was a familiar route, he didn't need to go out to sea with the ship himself.In this way, he can stay with his family and spend the most important festival of the year in peace, instead of looking at the faces of these gangsters, when the ball is kicked between a group of big shots.

He was about to turn around and leave, when he suddenly noticed that the exoskeleton he had seen at the pier before was also here.

not only that--

It seems that the people wearing those exoskeletons are not Weilante soldiers, but their captive servants.

Arman stopped in his tracks and asked curiously.

"...It's strange, do you have enough exoskeletons here for slaves?"

It is so redundant that it is better to sell it to him.

Anthony's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he coughed and said.

"...that's not slavery, it's hired."

hired?

Alman froze for a moment, and asked subconsciously.

"……How much?"

Anthony explained.

"It's not expensive, 8 silver coins per hour."

The moment Arman heard this number, his eyes almost popped out.

"What?! You paid him 1 silver coins for an hour! Are you crazy?!"

Even according to the highest exchange ratio between dinars and silver coins, three dinars are exchanged for one silver coin, which is 24 dinars!

According to this conversion method, wouldn't the people here earn more than the laborers in Xifan Port for a month's work? !
"Is there a shortage of people here?" Arman's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask non-stop.

Looking at this guy with fiery eyes, Anthony only felt his ass tighten.

"Need, that's too much... Cough, calm down first, I know what you're thinking, but according to the cohesion agreement, we can't use the alliance's transportation system to transport slaves here, so there's nothing we can do—"

"We have a boat!" Yarman was trembling with excitement, "How much do you want? I'll pull it over for you!"

Anthony rolled his eyes.

"Do you think I can't think of sea transportation? It's useless. This large area to the north is considered our 'enclave'. Unless you transport the slaves by plane, they will be detained for you if they pass through the territory of the alliance. And the trouble is not only that, they don't recognize the legality of the personal freedom contract.

Alman was stunned for a long time, and then said with a wry smile after a while.

"You... just listen to them like this?"

"What does it mean to listen to them?"

Very dissatisfied with this guy's statement, Anthony gave him a sideways glance.

"This is called a game. Both sides take a step back on mutually acceptable terms, and resolve the conflict through dialogue. After all, it is no good for anyone if there is a real fight. But if you think we are afraid of them, you are really thinking too much... Well, if there is nothing else, you can get out."

Arman: "..."

……

The Weilante people are more polite to their own people, at least they won't just serve on the butt of their guns just because of one or two unpleasant words.

However, it is also true that the status of businessmen is not high.

The civil official group itself is not very popular, let alone those businessmen supported by civil officials.

Although Yarman still wanted to try to fight for it, the centurion in charge of that area didn't intend to waste time with him and just sent him away.

Yarman had no choice but to get on the car back to the coast of death.

The setting sun slanted to the west, pulling the shadow of the No. [-] settlement gate long.

The pier, which was originally relatively empty, was full of boats, and it was busy for thousands of miles as far as the eye could see.

But looking at the empty deck, most of the people who landed today were busy in vain.

After dragging his exhausted body back to the port, Yarman happened to see his crew having fun at the entrance of the bar by the port, and one or two of them leaned against the wall after drinking in broad daylight.

Although most of the houses here are containers, many wastelanders like to do small businesses, such as selling their own blended cocktails or rolled cigarettes. As long as it is not a prohibited commodity, the guards of the Alliance will not be too concerned.

Yarman suddenly became a little envious of these drunk guys.

In the past, he thought that these rotten people had no future, and the wages in their pockets could not be saved for a few days before they were spent on alcohol or women. They would never even think about marrying a wife, let alone financial freedom... But thinking about it now, at least they don't have to worry about whether they might lose everything in the next business.

Different from themselves, they can get money as long as they go to sea, and they can take money to have fun everywhere when they go ashore.It's not like the ones who are frowning all day long, but in the end their pockets are taken out, what's the difference with them now?
Thinking of the bills he would face when he went back, Yarman felt his scalp tingling for a while, and he didn't dare to think about it at all, so he could only mutter to the followers and bodyguards beside him.

"Damn it... have a drink or two!"

Several people looked at each other, knowing that the boss was in a bad mood, but they didn't know how to comfort him, so they could only follow behind him and went to the busiest bar nearby.

Unlike other wasteland-style small bars, this is one of the few houses built with bricks and cement. Standing in front of the bar is a one-eyed robot. The clock above the bar is actually an image of a holographic projector. It can be seen that the owner of this shop is a guy with taste.

In addition to the workers working in the port, there are also some guys who just got off the ship drinking here.

Seeing the frustrated faces of these guys, Yarman felt a little comfort in his heart, at least he was not the only one who was wronged.

The entire port was full of out-of-pocket Willanters, sitting at tables pouring beer after cup.

"Oh shit!"

"You bastard Hu Ye! And that Benoit, none of these civil servants is reliable!"

"Not loyal at all!"

"Hope the mutants greet his whole family!"

How nasty they praised when they went to sea before, but now they curse viciously.

There are only a few merchants like Yarman who have their own team, and most of them rent their boats.

In particular, many people were counting on this business to make a comeback. For this reason, they mortgaged all the things they could mortgage, borrowed a large sum of money from the bank in Xifan Port, and rented all the boats that could be rented in the port.

However, now they were in vain. All the unused equipment on the entire front line was monopolized by that thing called "Goblin Technology".

For these people, that's really going to kill them.

Yarman, who was sitting in front of the bar, ordered a glass of beer, and dismissed the bodyguards following behind him as an eyesore, so he sent them away.

Looking at the large wine glass with a capacity of one liter on the table, he was about to raise his head and take a sip, when a voice talking to him suddenly came from the side.

"Hey."

Yarman glanced sideways, and seeing that it was an unfamiliar face, he frowned and asked.

"who are you?"

It was a young man who looked young, wearing a gray jacket made of rhinoceros leather.

I saw him grinning, sat down on the stool next door, and spoke very talkatively.

"Zhang Ze, come here a little earlier than you, and do something at the port."

Without waiting for this guy to ask what he was doing, Zhang Ze continued without stopping.

"Weilant people are rare here. Most of your compatriots are in Haibei City. Are you here to pick them up?"

Alman said impatiently.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhang Ze said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, I'm just curious. After all, ships coming here empty are really rare. This port is like a hungry death claw, and even a container can be digested... Is there any treasure here?"

Hearing this sentence, Arman's brows twitched violently, and he slapped the bar with his right hand and stood up.

"Are you here to find fault?"

At the same time as he clapped his hands on the bar, the servants and bodyguards at the next table also stood up.

Seeing that this guy got angry, Zhang Ze quickly stood up and raised his hands, signaling that he was not malicious.

"Brother Calm... I know you probably lost a lot, but you lost all your losses anyway, why don't you listen to me?"

Although he was very angry, Yarman suppressed his anger when he saw that everyone in the bar was looking at him. He winked at his bodyguards, then calmed down his heaving chest, and sat back on the stool.

"Then let me see what kind of ivory you can spit out from your mouth."

Zhang Ze smiled, sat back next to him cheekily, and continued in a low voice.

"... I can't spit out ivory, but I have a way to make you get back the money you lost."

"Oh?" Arman curled his lips, looked at him and laughed, "Do you want to tell me that you can make a fortune by dragging those broken containers to Xifan Port?"

Not paying attention to the distrustful eyes, Zhang Ze shook his head and said in a relaxed tone.

"Of course not... how much money can I make?"

Arman sneered again, picked up his glass and took a sip.

"I don't think there's a more profitable specialty here."

Zhang Ze said patiently.

"No, it's still in the stage of land reclamation, but because of this, the demand for certain things here is not small, such as... population."

Yarman frowned slightly.

"Population? But I heard that the Union forbids the slave trade."

"You're right, but it's not accurate," Zhang Ze nodded, and continued with a smile on his face. "The only thing the alliance doesn't recognize is the slave contract, but it doesn't prohibit another more tactful way of restricting personal freedom."

Arman snorted noncommittally.

"for example?"

"For example, debts, especially debt relationships within a reasonable range, are recognized by the alliance."

Hearing this unexpected answer, Yarman was stunned.

"……What's the meaning?"

Zhang Ze smiled and continued.

"It means that if you just take out an IOU and say that a person owes you money that you will never be able to pay back, then the relevant departments of the alliance will not admit it, and will probably turn around and investigate whether there is something wrong with you... What kind of neuropathy would lend money to the other party when they know that they will never be able to pay it back in their lifetime."

"But in another situation, if you come up with an IOU and can issue a reasonable reason, explain clearly how the debt was generated, and confirm that the lender can pay off the debt within 20 or 10 years without affecting your life...then the alliance will recognize the debt."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Yarman frowned. "Are you in the money lending business? I don't need a loan right now, and I don't have extra spare money to do this business."

"No, no, no, I'm not in the money lending business, but... I'm very interested in another business." Zhang Ze put his hand on his shoulder, and said in a persuasive manner, "You see, there is a shortage of people here, and a very, very shortage. We need to build ports, railways, our cities and streets, and there are places to employ people everywhere... And there is a place just a few thousand kilometers away. The most important thing is people. If we buy them—"

Alman said with a sneer.

"Slave trading can't be done here. Will you release people after you buy them?"

"So you need to change your thinking mode. Can't we think of a way to turn their slave contract into a debt contract? Are you so rare that they call you master?"

Looking at Yarman who was stunned, Zhang Ze continued to explain patiently.

"The specific operation is also very simple. We can register a labor intermediary company and a loan company in the alliance, and then register a labor dispatch company in Xifan Port to buy those healthy slaves from the nobles, or help those free people who have redeemed themselves."

"Of course it's not gratuitous, we're just giving them a second chance in life, and they need to pay for it themselves."

“1000第纳尔的赎身费，3000第纳尔的安家费，10000银币的船票以及差旅开支外加3%的利息，20年总共要还将近3万银币。听起来很吓人不是吗？但平摊到每个月只有125银币！”

"I think this profit is enough, and we can even waive their labor agency fees and financial service fees depending on the situation."

"Of course, if they develop well in the future and want to redeem their family members, or send money back to support them, we can also provide them with similar services."

"125 silver coins per month is scary enough..." Arman clicked his tongue, took a sip of the fragrant beer, and even spoke politely unconsciously.

If 1 people are transported here, wouldn't they be able to collect more than 120 million silver coins every month? !

And it can be collected for 20 years!
Although it can't keep up with the profit of arms, it is quite scary.

Thinking that Yarman was worried that the workers would not be able to pay the money, Zhang Ze patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"The money in Xifan Port has been taken away by you big noses. Of course they can't afford so much money. But this is the site of our respected administrator. You can borrow money to install an arm even if you have no hands or feet. As long as you are willing to work, it is easy to earn more than 1000 silver coins a month... How about it? Do you want to do it?"

Already understanding the deal in his heart, Yarman didn't hesitate for a long time, drank half a glass of beer in one gulp, and slapped the glass heavily on the table.

Those decadent eyes were like a second spring, reprinted with the light of ambition.

"Damn! What the hell... I have to at least earn back the cost of this business."

If this deal is successful, the bank in Xifan Port might be able to loosen the rope around his neck!
Oh shit!

When he makes money, he must pay off all the loans!

Looking at the revived Arman, Zhang Ze finally showed a happy smile on his face.

During the few days of working at the dock, he has already saved enough money to register the company. If this can be done, he will reach the pinnacle of his life just around the corner!
"Wait a minute, my partner is coming soon..."

"Partner? Do you have other partners?" Alman raised his eyebrows slightly, showing an expression of interest.

Zhang Ze glanced at the time on the holographic wall clock, then looked in the direction of the door, and said with a smile.

"Of course, I can't do such a big business by myself, and the idea of ​​exporting labor services was actually brought over by my partner from Beidao next door... The man has already arrived, right there."

Arman followed his line of sight and saw four guys in blue coats standing at the door.

Seeing this, a surprised expression appeared on his face.

Is it a blue gopher? !
Good guy!
This business is stable!

Although he doesn't like the alliance and has just been tricked by the alliance's goblin technology, if he is a teammate, it is another situation.

No one thinks their allies are too reliable.

The four people looked around in the bar, and soon saw Zhang Ze waving to them, so they walked straight over.

A handsome smile appeared on Arman's face immediately, and he extended his right hand to the four friends who were walking towards him.

"Your Majesty Arman, a merchant from Xifan Port, who are you?"

The man walking in front also held his right hand with an enthusiastic expression.

"My name is the Eagle of Foresight, and the one next to me is a wolf who is good at fighting... We are all residents of Vault 404. The name is a bit strange, please don't mind it."

"Hello."

The warlike wolf nodded, his taciturn appearance made him look like a hidden master.

But in fact, the reason why he behaved like this is only because he didn't learn a few words in Renlian.

The strength department is not happy about this.

The intelligence attribute in the early stage is too low, only three pitiful points, playing like a mentally handicapped.

what a strange name...

But Arman is not surprised when he thinks that the other party came out of the shelter.

"Then... what about these two?"

His eyes fell on the two friends behind Brother Eagle and Brother Wolf.

They also seemed to be residents of the shelter, so he asked their names out of politeness.

However, for some reason, the faces of the four people in front of them all showed subtle expressions at the same time.

The far-sighted eagle coughed dryly.

"Don't ask about these two... Just pretend that they don't exist."

"Damn! What is non-existence!" [Stick Stirring Stick] glared at him, then greeted the Willant in front of him with a smile on his face, stuttered but said hard, "My name is Stick, and everyone calls me Brother Stick, and that guy is called Guan. You can call him Brother Guan or Brother Guan."

Catheter dog: "???"

Alman frowned involuntarily. He always felt that the guys in front of him were unreliable, but he decided to observe and observe before drawing conclusions.

So he looked at Zhang Ze at the side, and said.

"When are we leaving?"

Zhang Ze glanced at Brother Ying, then at Arman, and said with a smile.

"I can do it, anyway, I'm here at the port, you can discuss the departure time."

Yarman looked at the four shelter residents, and the leading [Eagle of Foresight] said immediately.

"The sooner the better, I don't want to stay here for a moment... Maybe I can catch up with my birthday next month when I return now."

Alman suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I have to buy a souvenir for my daughter... Is there a store near here?"

The four players were stunned when they heard this, and looked at each other.

"The souvenir is okay... what kind of souvenir is there here?"

"How about buying a rag doll?" Brother Gou suggested.

"That's too unremarkable," Brother Stick shook his head, "It's better to bring a bottle of sand back home."

The warlike wolf clicked on the vm, and after consulting the translation, he suddenly stammered.

"How about the mutant specimens? The mutants here are quite special, the ones with long fish fins."

The other three were shocked when they heard this.

"Good guy."

"Fuck."

"You are too curious!"

"That won't work..." After barely understanding their communication, Arman said with a face of embarrassment, "I sent a specimen made of a mutant's head before, but my little Ruby didn't like it... My wife also said that it was scary to see it at night."

Visionary Eagle: "...?"

Catheter dog: "..."

Shit Stirring Stick: "Awesome..."

Hearing what these people said, Zhang Ze couldn't help but patted his forehead, and suddenly had an idea.

"How about taking a few photos? Your child should have never been to the wasteland, and the scenery here should be quite special."

Arman's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he hugged his shoulders excitedly with both hands.

"My friend, you are so clever! How did I not think of that!"

The far-sighted eagle patted him on the shoulder.

"Then hurry up and take a picture. The sun is going to set soon. There are not as many street lights here as North Island and Potato Chips. It's dark and you can't see anything."

A group of people left the bar noisily, and took several photos before the sun completely set, recording the scene of Settlement No. [-] at dusk.

Standing on the deck of the cargo ship that was about to set sail, Yarman fiddled with the Polaroid camera he bought from the grocery store at the port, suddenly smiled silly, and touched the back of his head.

"Why didn't I think of this idea before... Take a picture, what a good idea."

Cameras were nothing rare, and he had been to more than this interesting settlement.

If they were all taken, those photos should have covered the entire wall.

What a pity!
While talking, he took another picture of the setting sun sinking into the sea.

"It's okay, it's not too late to start recording from now on, the journey of life is still long..." the far-sighted Ying patted him on the shoulder angrily, pretending to be coercive with earnestness, and practicing his unskilled human connection.

"makes sense……"

Arman grinned and put the camera away.

He suddenly felt that these refuge residents were not that annoying. Regardless of their standpoints, it was actually quite interesting to be friends with them.

This group of people have quick brains, and they can always come up with some whimsical ideas...including the legendary space elevator under construction.

He couldn't imagine how this group of people called him master, and it seemed to be a disappointment if that was the case.

The crew members who hadn't finished drinking went up to the deck one by one through the gangway, and the captain walked up to Arman after counting the number of people.

"It's ready, we can leave at any time... Speaking of which, is it okay to go back with an empty ship? We have made two trips in vain."

Alman said vigorously.

"No problem, and this trip is not in vain. After this trip back, we can start a new and more profitable business soon... Ah, sorry, the dividends of this business may—"

Looking at the boss who was still high-spirited one second and stammered the next, the captain made an indifferent expression, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, I heard you said that there is such a high profit, and I know that there must be no good things... If there is no, then there will be nothing. I just hope that I don't miss my birthday. My family is still waiting for me to go back."

The far-sighted eagle asked curiously.

"What's the birthday?"

"It is the day when the Willanters were born, and it is the beginning of a great legend."

Yarman raised his mouth slightly, looked at the distant sea, and shouted loudly.

"set sail!"

The air horn sounded.

While those empty cargo ships were still lingering at the port and refused to leave, a group of eight cargo ships had already embarked on a new journey in the direction of the setting sun.

The fiery red light sprinkled in the direction they were heading, and the afterglow of the setting sun filled the entire sparkling ocean.

That burning color.

Just like blood stained red.

(End of this chapter)