Alien world

Chapter 1122 44. No one can stop Annan from making money
Annan always thought that he was very rich, the owner of the floating city, a wealthy nobleman, and a well-known businessman with more than a hundred commercial streets.

But what is it compared to the Wilhelm people?

"One hundred golems cost 500 gold coins. They didn't even inspect the goods and gave me a deposit of gold coins without blinking an eye... And the wheelchairs are just a few pieces of broken wood, but they were willing to spend gold coins to buy them all... They are really rich..."

Annan was very envious and wished he could turn into a robber and take all the money out of their pockets... But how could robbery be as fast as making money like him?
"That's a good thing," said Skeleton King.

"Yes, it's a good thing..."

However, the items were all bought by a few people, so there was no sales effect... He had to get some more goods.

It would be a waste of time to spend another month transporting the goods by land and sea. The Green City did not prohibit spellcasting, so Annan simply opened the portal and asked Ingrid, the Liberty City's Grand Steward, to prepare another set of goods.

Although bras, glasses, wheelchairs, and fast cloth can be stuffed into the tree house, the two types of golems definitely cannot...even if they can be stuffed in, they can't hold the tree house.

The tree house is just a tree about ten meters high.

On the other side, Samael Yege noticed the unusual movement from Annan's side and led the Elf Guard into the embassy area. As soon as they approached the tree house where Annan was, a burst of heated noise came over.

"Put it over here - don't be careful, it's a golem made of steel, it can crush you to death if it falls on you!"

Annan stood in the crowd and gave orders, asking a group of humans who appeared out of nowhere to place the golems covered with fast cloth around the tree house.

"What are you doing?"

Annan turned around and greeted the night elf elder.

"What are you doing?" Samael Nightsong asked again.

"Prepare... gifts for the alliance." Annan changed his words in time, changing the commodity to a gift, and blocked his mouth: "The elves who combine wisdom and beauty, have a 40,000-year history, and sit on the World Tree, don't have any gifts prepared?"

The night elf elders suddenly had no reason to blame Annan for his behavior.

"We still need to negotiate to form an alliance, and the royal court does not need your gift."

"Don't you need it?" Annan pretended to be distressed: "Then I finally prepared so many things... Now that I have them, how about I sell them to other envoys?"

"Do you still want to do business here?" Samael Yege's face darkened, almost as dark as the dark elf.

"I do think so. Our Elven Royal Court is a great family with great wealth. It can prosper for another 40,000 years, but Free City can't. I have a big family to support, so I have to be self-reliant and no one can be idle."

"Please respect the traditions of the elves."

"What tradition? Not allowing humans to stay in the embassy or not allowing them to do business? But I saw quite a few elf shops in the Verdant City yesterday..." Annan refuted in a string.

Samael Nightsong was speechless.

Although elves have a long lifespan, they cannot compare to more talented humans in some things... such as being thick-skinned, shameless, and lying with open eyes.

Samael Nightsong was a little annoyed by the humans walking back and forth and making noise. The night elf elder said coldly, "I want them all."

Annan said in surprise: "Are you sure? The total value of these goods is almost 30,000 gold nars..."

"Kael'thas, go get the money." Samael Nightsong proved it with his actions.

Annan immediately discovered that the old face of the night elf elder was more handsome than most elves.

"Don't just stand there, quickly prepare what the Elf Elder wants, and bring in another batch of samples."

The relief that had just appeared on Samael Yege's face froze: "What do you mean by 'bring in another batch'?"

"Isn't it reasonable to restock after the goods are sold out?" Annan looked innocent.

Samael Yege looked at Annan silently, and Annan looked at him calmly.

Abandoning a forest for a tree... obviously not worth it! "You're going too far."

"I just want to do business. As a future ally of the Elven Court, I should have some privileges, right?"

"No."

"You mean... the royal court is not going to form an alliance with me?"

Samael Yege had no answer and could only say: "That's not what I meant..."

"Then why are you stopping me?" Annan spread out his hands.

“…How many products are left?”

The night elf elder didn't want to waste any more time, and his tone was even more arrogant than that of the Wilheim people - after all, the elves had accumulated wealth for 40,000 years.

Annan's eyes shone with a tangible light.

It turns out that the Elf King's Court is the biggest treasure house!

"We currently have 300 golems in stock. The Liberty City factory is currently assembling 20 golems per day, at 250 gold coins per golem. The Elf Festival lasts for a month, so that means 600 golems. All together, that's... gold coins."

"Two hundred thousand gold coins?" Samael Yege thought, it was still within his acceptable range.

"I haven't finished yet. There are also bras, fast pants, wheelchairs... Excluding the change, you can buy out all the goods in Liberty City this month except the Philosopher's Stone if you give me 600,000 gold coins!"

Although the unit price of products such as bras and glasses is low, the cost is also low and they can be produced in large quantities.

Annan still had some conscience and did not include the Philosopher's Stone in the price - otherwise, a Philosopher's Stone that cost 10 gold coins to engrave a magic image would be sold for 100 gold coins, and he could have as many as he wanted.

Samael Yege remained silent for a long time, looking for excuses to stay away from the greedy Annan.

"Do you still want these things? Do you want them?"

"Do not……"

Samael Yege fled in panic and left the tree house amid Annan's constant voice of "Move, move".

Annan won all the battles in this round.

The Elf Captain Kael'thas returned with the money, somewhat unwillingly: "It's only 300,000 gold coins, and look at how he has made the Verdant City a mess..."

"Even if I give him 300,000 gold nars, he won't behave himself..." Samael Yege saw it clearly, "Annan can do whatever he wants. I'm not here for him."

The tree house was bustling for a while before it returned to silence, but the price was that three hundred golems were placed around the tree house, guarding Annan like guards.

Samael Yege turned around and pretended not to see it.

After more than ten minutes, the night elf elder finally found the person he was looking for.

Yirelanze was walking towards us from a distance, carrying a basket full of virgin fruits, humming a cheerful tune, with a happy face.

"Irelanzer."

"Elder." Irelanze stopped and saluted the strange night elf elder.

"I'm Samael Nightsong. Elder Aurora told me that you are proficient in master-level transformation, right?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Irelanze looked at the night elves curiously.

Samael Nightsong said solemnly: "Irilantze, I am issuing a special call to you as the captain of Dark Night."

(End of this chapter)