Otherworldly Lord

Things went as Song Mo expected, Garland finally agreed to Song Mo's request, but also put forward his own conditions, Song Mo's final purchase of caravan shares was limited to 40.00%.

Song Mo didn't care about this. In the final analysis, he never thought about occupying the Garland caravan. What he wanted was a sales channel that would allow him to sell more goods, earn more money, and make possible The risk of occurrence is minimized.

Both parties are quite satisfied with this contract.Garland got a new idea to make money, and Song Mo got what he wanted.However, Song Mo and Garland had a little disagreement on the establishment of the sales point and the arrangement of personnel.Garland insisted that only dwarves are the most loyal business partners. Given the cooperation with Song Mo, humans can also participate in store management.Song Mo thinks that besides dwarves and humans, other races can also participate in the store management, such as goblins.

Goblin Jobis is now Song Mo's loyal supporter. As long as Song Mo says something, he will definitely take it as a decree. Even if he is asked to steal the underwear of Archbishop Guangming, Jobis will not hesitate for half a second.Fortunately, Song Mo does not have this hobby, so the archbishop's underwear is safe and sound.

The loyalty and diligence of the goblins impressed Song Mo and the people of Greenland. If they were given a chance, it might not be impossible for them to get on a normal life track.

Of course, Lord Song's so-called normal life is somewhat different from the normal life in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Goblin?" Garland immediately objected when he heard Song Mo's proposal, "Impossible! They are a bunch of thieves and have no credibility at all!"

Song Mo frowned, but there was no way to immediately change the image of goblins in the hearts of the dwarves. To be honest, except for the goblins living in Greenland, most of the goblins on the Bright Continent still needed to be "reformed through labor".

"I can guarantee it." Song Mo patted the sad-looking Jobis on the shoulder, "They are my subjects now, and I can vouch for them."

Garland was still skeptical, and Song Mo simply proposed that there would be another dwarf added to the shop where the goblins were stationed, and Garland could also send someone he trusted in the caravan to supervise until he believed that the goblins in Gryland would not make any compromises. Things he can't accept.

"I've already given in." Song Mo looked at Garland who was still skeptical, and his tone became tougher, "Don't forget, although the caravan is yours, the business is ours. The big deal is run by goblins. Shops, all the products I provide, regardless of profit or loss, are all mine."

"……All right."

Song Mo's tough attitude made Garland compromise, and the dwarf looked at Jobis and the other selected goblins, and said in a blunt tone; "I still don't believe you, but I am willing to believe the lord, I hope you don't will disappoint him."

The goblins didn't care about Garland's cynicism at all, and now they only had Song Mo in their eyes.The lord believes in them and is willing to entrust them with important tasks, so they must do their best!

"My lord, we swear that we will never disappoint your expectations!"

After the goblins were arranged, Song Mo brought in the dwarves.After hearing Song Mo's plan, the dwarves fell silent.It was only then that Song Mo remembered that the dwarfs were used to hiding, being imprisoned for a long time and being hunted down, which made it difficult for them to face life outside Greeland with confidence.

"Sorry, I didn't think about this." Song Mo realized his negligence. In the hearts of these dwarves, there are people who have bad intentions against them outside of Gryland. It is indeed a bit strange for them to face this situation. It's difficult for others, "Just pretend that I didn't say this."

Song Mo waved his hand, indicating that the dwarfs could leave, and he just had to find another way.

The dwarf didn't move, but the old dwarf Ayton walked up to Song Mo and said, "Lord, we agree."

"What?" Song Mo was a little surprised. Looking at the expressions of the dwarves, he suddenly realized, "You don't have to do this. I don't want you to repay me."

"No, this is not just to repay your kindness." Ayton said: "Before we met you, we were living in hell. Now, we are living in heaven. However, there are more clansmen suffering in hell. We I hope to tell these tribesmen that there is a place where they can live. Here they have food, clothing, and work. Your plan gives us this opportunity, so that we no longer need to hide in the dark, We are only grateful to you, how could we refuse?"

While talking, the old dwarf looked at Song Mo devoutly, as if looking at his only hope, "My lord, please forgive my overreaching, but I sincerely hope that you can help us."

"...Ayton, you're really embarrassing me."

"Sorry, my lord."

"Maybe I don't have that much power." Song Mo's voice was a little low, "I'm not as great as you think."

"No, we don't believe in great people, we only believe in Song Mo Gerryland."

"It's nerve-wracking." Song Mo combed the black hair hanging on his forehead with one hand, and suddenly smiled under the apprehensive eyes of the dwarf, "If you are like this, I will not agree."

"My lord! We are willing to give everything for you!"

"Don't, don't." Song Mo smiled and squatted down, looking straight at the old dwarf, "Ayton, I'm not a good person, nor a saint who does things without expecting anything in return. But I promise you, I will try my best to help you Same family, in the same way, you have to promise me to do well what I arranged, how about it?"

"Follow your orders, my lord!"

All the dwarves were prostrate on the ground, and Ayton even wanted to kiss Song Mo's boots.Song Mo jumped up from the ground in fright, what's wrong with this? !

The dwarves left satisfied. Together with the selected goblins, they will receive a one-month intensive training from Song Mo. The content of the training materials was personally prepared by Lord Song. It took a week to complete. The book is less than fifty The booklet of [-] pages has become the "sacred book" that all "salesmen" on the Bright Continent must learn in the future.If a "salesman" says that he has not studied the sales manual of Song Mogriland, he will be despised by the entire industry.

Of course, at present this booklet is only circulated within Greenland. Even Garland and Rhodes can only send the selected caravan buddies to Greenland for training together. How much do you want to extract?impossible!

Have you heard of intellectual property rights?Have you heard of trade secrets?Have not heard?It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it, come, come, the butler Old John, who has been bombarded by Song Mo repeatedly, will explain it to you... I don't understand, it's too painful?Good pain!The butler straightened his back, smiled and shook the pointer, you are not in pain, how did he get out of the pain of being chanted by Song Mo before?

So, continue to suffer and let the old man be happy.

After the goblin and dwarf matter was settled, Song Mo selected more than 30 men with good skills. They will leave with the goblin and dwarf to protect the safety of these little people.After all, in the Bright Continent, power determines everything, and the identities of goblins and dwarves are too special, who knows what they will encounter?In case someone is jealous of the business, a local ruffian will charge some protection fees or something. He has fists and is easier to talk to.

As a result, Gerryland's armed forces were weakened a lot, and Song Mo began to bury his head in drawing blueprints again. If conditions did not allow it, he even wanted to get out the missiles. Give someone a group bombardment.

However, he was just thinking about it, it was too unrealistic.

In the final analysis, it is still a population problem!

Song Mo threw away the pen, and sighed on the table, hasn't Rhodes settled the Dwarf Presbyterian Council yet?Could it be that he wants to find a new human trafficker?The risk is a bit high...

"Dear, what's wrong with you?"

At some point, Reese walked into the room, stood behind Song Mo, put his hands on both sides of Song Mo's cheeks, bent down, and completely wrapped Song Mo, who was lying on the table, in his arms.

"What's the matter?" Song Mo turned his head sideways, grabbed a strand of long brown hair hanging in front of him, and wrapped it around his fingers, "I'm worried."

"What troubles you?"

"Population." Song Mo snorted, "The great man is right, more people are more powerful. Sure enough, you can get rich if you have more children."

"Having a baby?" Reese lowered his body, raised his eyebrows, and hooked the corners of his lips. The bright red lips moved to Song Mo's ear, and licked the full earlobe. "My dear, I think this question is more suitable Let's talk in bed, what do you think?"

"..." Song Mo leaned on his arm, glared at Reese, and pulled the long hair in his hand vigorously. He didn't see Reese's pained expression, and felt a little bored, "Race, I am really worried. Not kidding."

"Can you tell me the whole thing?" Reese straightened up, pulled Song Mo up, sat on the chair by himself, then held Song Mo in his arms, and kissed Song Mo on the cheek, "Maybe, I can help."

"……All right."

Song Mo didn't think that he went to the doctor in a hurry, but he really needed someone to talk to.

After listening to Song Mo's narration, Reese laughed, "If it's just like this, the problem is not difficult to solve, the key is to see how brave you are."

"courage?"

"Yes." Reese lowered his head and rubbed Song Mo's forehead, "The courage to oppose all those who claim to be on the side of justice."

"You don't want me to launch a war of aggression, do you?" Although he has tailored a series of rebellion plans for Nelson, it will take time.

"No, why would I let you do such a dangerous thing?" Reese hugged Song Mo and said slowly, "I'm talking about the demons, do you want it?"

"Demon?"

"Yes, Demon Race." Reese took Song Mo's right hand and brushed the ring on his little finger, and the sea-blue eyes slid across an indistinguishable light, so fast that Song Mo had no time to catch it.

Song Mo looked at Reese suspiciously, "You won't get me a bunch of skeletons again, will you?"

"Of course not." Reese tightened his arms around Song Mo's waist, "As long as we provide board and lodging, you can pay whatever you want, do you want it?"

"Really?"

"real."

"That's good." Song Mo put his arms around Reese's neck and said, "Give it to me, I want it!"

Old John, the housekeeper who was pushing the door and walking in, happened to hear these words, his face changed, and he petrified on the spot.

My lord, you don't want the modesty of a noble...