I Have a Game Clone

Lauter is a small businessman in the Marquis of the Dolphin of the Brad Empire. He has been doing business in the Marquis of the Dolphin for more than ten years. He has sold spices, turned charcoal, and operated aristocratic accessories. In the end, all of them failed.

It's not that he doesn't know how to do business, and it's not that he is not diligent enough, just because he is an ordinary civilian.

In the Brad Empire, there is no platform for the blood nobles, and it is difficult for any business to continue after a slight improvement, either being annexed by the nobles or being squeezed by the nobles.

After bumping into a bag in China, Laut sold the farmland in his hometown, and with the last capital, he came to Duohuang and started international trade.

The black pork with 10 copper coins per pound in the Marquis of Haodou can be sold for more than 50 copper coins per pound when shipped to Duohuang, and the price has directly increased by more than 5 times!

And the boobo fruit, which can be seen everywhere in the elf empire, was transported to the marquis and was robbed by the nobles.

Going more than once, the profit back and forth is more than 10 times!

Lauter believed the widely circulated verse for the first time.

It's up to you to love or hate, please invite him to wherever; there are people in heaven, and there are busy queues in hell.

In a deserted state, businessmen can become rich, just like in heaven; in a deserted state, businessmen can easily die and go to hell.

As a small businessman, Laut's food volume is not large enough, so he can only do business in small streets.

Bloody Street, a place that Laut both loves and fears, although he paid for a team of guards, he still has no sense of security.

In Bloody Crime Street, he had personally seen a master of the fifth-level demonic ape bloodline being hacked to death by someone; A flash of lightning split him to ashes.

This time, he pulled ten trucks and loaded 80 live black pigs. After selling them, after deducting the cost and the cost of guards, he could earn a pure profit of 100 gold coins.

Thinking of the golden coins, Laut was full of courage again, and he came to the intersection of Bloodsin Street with a smile on his face.

He saw a group of barbarians, taller than orcs, patrolling the street.

A bear man entered the street and was stopped by a barbarian patrol.

Before entering Bloodsin Street, read the notice on the wall!

The bear man was very impatient, and was about to protest when he suddenly saw a scene in front of the street.

It was a pile of bloody human heads, neatly piled on the wooden table. At a glance, there were at least dozens of heads. The stench of blood attracts many flies, and there are also vultures who like to eat carrion hovering in the sky.

Margis grinned and said with a smile to the bear man: Bloodsin Street does not allow any form of fighting, and offenders will be killed without mercy!

Anyone doing business in Bloody Street must trade according to the market-guided price. The Extreme Desolate Battle Group collects 5% of the transaction amount as tax. Anyone who dares to make arbitrary quotations to disrupt the market, or refuse to pay the tax, will be killed without mercy!

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the bear man's black hair, and he, who had always been domineering, seemed weak and helpless at the moment.

I... I'm here to fight in the arena. Can we fight in the arena?

Maxxis showed his neat white teeth.

Can.

Lauter commanded the convoy and honestly entered Bloody Street. He read the notice carefully first. Below the notice, there were guide prices for various commodities.

Black pork: 50 copper coins/jin, Bobo fruit: 1 silver coin/jin

Lauter saw the price of black pork and bobo fruit right away. This price was the previous market price and he could accept it.

Walking along the street, Lauter noticed the change immediately.

In the past, the streets were dirty and messy, with the smell of sweat, excrement and urine mixed together, and the smell was unpleasant.

The streets are now clean and hygienic, and the odor in the air is completely gone. On both sides of the street, there is also a kind of simple house called public toilet.

It was mentioned in the previous notice that it is strictly forbidden to urinate and defecate in Bloodsin Street, and there is a need to go to the public toilet to solve it.

There were no drunkards everywhere, no bloody fights that didn't agree with each other, and Laut's heart was inexplicably relaxed.

Hey! Old man, it's great to see you again!

Stingy Lauter, you die a hundred times and I live well, how many black pigs did you bring this time?

A total of 80, with a total weight of about 35,000 kilograms.

I'll have to weigh it again. God knows what a miserable life these black pigs live in transit.

Laut laughed, Old man, it's rare for you to be joking.

Of course, I have a lot of humor, but I have been suppressed before. You can see the price, 50 copper coins a pound, we will pay the tax later, 5% each, don't forget it, or you will It's really ahead of me.

After the black pig was weighed, he really lost weight, only 34,051 pounds. Lauter completed the transaction according to this weight.

The old man handed him a list, Lucky Lauter, you made a lot of money again. This list is your proof of going to the center of the street to pay the tax, you must collect it. If you don't pay the tax, you can't leave. Bloody Street.

Laut nodded, selling the black pig to make a net profit of more than 100 gold coins, and paying taxes about 8 gold coins, which is completely acceptable.

He didn't want to make fun of his head.

Holding the credentials, Laut didn't go to the center of the street, but went to a elf shop first, bought 16 tons of bobo fruit, and refilled the empty truck.

Bobo fruit has the magic of the elves to keep it fresh, and it will not spoil after a month. When it is shipped back to the Marquis of the Dolphin, the price can be doubled.

With another voucher in hand, Laut took two vouchers to the center of the street to pay the tax.

In the past, every time I came to Bloodsin Street, I had to shop around to buy and sell goods, negotiating prices, and it took at least three days to complete the transaction.

In less than half a day now, Laut has finished his business.

In a good mood, he came to the restaurant for the first time and invited the guards and helpers to dinner.

In the restaurant, there were more than a dozen merchants at the next table. They were dressed in uniform and looked like a small chamber of commerce.

It's absurd, the Extreme Wilderness Chapter dares to levy taxes? After hundreds of years of development, no one has ever levied taxes here. I, Lao Russ, will definitely not be angry with this!

Yes, yes, President Russ, you have been in the wasteland for more than 20 years, and you have high qualifications and prestige. We are willing to do business with you on 111th Street next door.

That's right, there are 118 more deserted streets. We can go to which street we want to do business. How can the extremely deserted battle group force us to fail?

Seeing that his remarks were supported by everyone, Lars stroked his beard with satisfaction.

Come on, go to 111th Street.

Russ stood up, and the younger brothers who had just spoken out also stood up.

Embarrassingly, half of the businessmen on the table didn't stand up.

Among them, the squat businessman said: President Russ, I'm not greedy, just do a little business here on Bloodsin Street.

That's right! Another said: Our chambers of commerce can't all go to the same street. The supply is too large, which also affects the price.

Ras looked at the person sitting in astonishment, his face was ashen, and he said coldly, You should stay in Bloodsin Street and be the slaves of the extreme desolate warband.

After speaking, he walked out of the restaurant with a few younger brothers.

Seeing this scene, Laut understands very well that this kind of dispute in this small business association is not due to emotional or interest entanglement, but just inconsistent concepts.

Taxation is a very sensitive matter for businessmen. Some businessmen cannot accept it and will leave Bloody Street.

But there are also businessmen who are willing to pay the price of taxes to enjoy a safe, fair and more efficient business environment.

Lauter believes that over time, more and more merchants will come to Bloodsin Street.

The future of Bloody Crime Street will definitely become more and more prosperous, and if it continues to develop in this way, it will become the most prosperous street in the world.

Thinking of this, Laut is full of reverence for Lord Ning Shi, the master of the extreme wasteland who has rebuilt the order of Bloody Street with one hand!

He raised his glass involuntarily and toasted the merchants who chose to stay on Bloodsin Street at the next table.

Praise the Lord of the Extreme Wasteland, Lord Ning Shi!

The merchants were stunned for a moment, but after they came to their senses, they also raised their wine glasses.

Praise the Lord Ning Shi!

May Lord Ning Shi rule Bloodsin Street forever!