The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 336
The translucent veil reflects a soft face, but the black eyes on the veil are sharp and deep.Under the gauze covering the chest, the skin is looming, and the slightly dark complexion highlights the graceful lines of the muscles.The exposed waist was smeared with some grease, reflecting golden light, with a hint of blasphemy.The trouser legs are loose and a silk collar is tied around the neck. Sexual characteristics are completely hidden.
"How is it?" Wuming looked up to the sky and smiled, "Does it meet your standards?"

"I'm asking you to find a man according to Diaros's standards, not according to the standards of Larcade's harem." Patch shook his paw, "But forget it, it can be used."

Patch was curious: "Where did you find him? Such people usually only hide in the deep mansions of dignitaries."

"Humph." Wuming smiled proudly, "It is indeed in the deep courtyard."

"Oh? Which powerful family's love did you steal?"

"I found it in the warehouse." Wuming said.

"Warehouse?" Patch was in awe, and immediately thought of many dark dungeons and dirty rooms.

"From our warehouse!" Wuming announced the truth, and then slapped the graceful beauty's butt, causing the beauty to scatter and turn into a pool of silver tears.

The silver teardrop assumed a general human shape, jumped up on one leg lively, and struck a wonderful debut pose:

"It's my imitation teardrop!"

Patch looked at the slimy blurry human form with an expressionless expression: "So lazy."

Imitation Teardrop immediately stood up and covered his non-existent face with two long hands:

"It's so embarrassing. He made me do it."

Wuming disagreed with Patch's evaluation: "As long as it's easy to use, Ashmi's mission has been completed. Being idle is just idle. It's better to be laid off and re-employed."

Wuming pointed his finger at Pachibi: "Everything can be changed. This is the strongest substitute. Whatever is missing, it will be supplemented."

Ashmi complained: "I am destined to be a king, but I was dragged to show off as a coquettish man. I think you are destined to be wicked."

Wuming decisively ignored Asumi and said to Patch:
"Now that everyone is here, what should we do next?"

Patch said: "I will start publicity and build momentum, find painters and magicians, and spread the image of our artists."

"Okay!" Wuming nodded.

"Then let them sing some songs and dances that are popular among the golden people, praising the golden tree and the like. Let them relax their vigilance first, and then gradually increase the intensity." Patch said, "They will eventually get tired of listening to one kind of music often. They will seek continuous stimulation and become more and more extreme."

"Okay!!" Wuming nodded repeatedly.

"Then we can push out the coprophags and let them undergo the most extreme emotional baptism." Patch made a killing gesture.

"Okay!!!" Wuming nodded endlessly, applauding Patch's plan warmly.

"What else can you do besides saying good things?" Patch said angrily.

"Then I can't do anything else." Wuming said, "I can't help you. You also know that my field can only do bad things. You know, it's better for you to do it. The boss must be good at employing people. This is called professionalism. Let the professionals do it.”

"Isn't it just fishing?" Patch said, "Okay, then you can be a security guard and just watch."

Wu Ming stayed away from the stage, working as a security guard, or helping to distribute leaflets and pictures.Taking advantage of this period, the golden people were not in the mood to shout and kill him, and sent the leaflets to them.

"Support the Patch Revue, meow, support the Patch Revue, thank you, meow." Wuming learned the tone that Patch taught him, trying his best to send out the propaganda in a humble and not annoying manner, twisting his full-body armor .

Then he got a bunch of crazy looks.

However, Wuming believed that all his efforts were in vain. When he distributed all the flyers, he felt a sense of accomplishment.He has already seen that kind of future, their singing and dancing parties will be full of seats, and the concert venue will be very lively.

Wuming guessed right, it was really lively - he came in handy on his first day as a security guard.

Wuming distributed a thousand leaflets, and twenty people came to the scene.Ten of them thought the performance was meaningless, five demanded their money back, and three angrily called the people on stage blasphemous whores.

The people on the stage include heroic warriors, king-making products, kings’ widows, and descendants of gods. They are all violent-tempered and were dragged up by Patch. Hearing the audience’s comments, the song stopped. After singing, he picked up the stage at his feet and smashed it over.

In the end, everyone was in harmony, and no singing was heard except for the yelling.Wuming could only carry one in each hand, clear everyone out, and go back to stare at the mess with the employees.

"It seems that the premiere was not very successful." Wuming said, "Patch, do you have any clues?"

Patch recalled the audience’s comments:
"Ten people felt the performance was not good, and five others asked for their money back. This seems to reflect one problem - they are not satisfied with the performance."

"What a good summary." Wuming applauded, "If you didn't sum it up, I wouldn't know they were dissatisfied."

"You have a larger sample over there." Patch said, "Didn't you send out a thousand copies? You can do a survey and see what those 980 people think."

Wuming then relied on his memory and went back to find a few golden people who had been given flyers but did not go to support them.

The answer was surprisingly consistent - too expensive.

The first performance was anonymous and not intended to make money. Tickets only cost ten runes, which is equivalent to a month's salary of Topps.

The people who came out of Rodel refused to spend ten runes.

custom?Or really have no money?
Wuming did not believe in evil, and tried every means to get to the bottom of it. He even used hypnosis and charm to follow the trail and found some clues.

It is indeed a matter of consumption habits, coupled with a sense of crisis.

Wuming had known about Rodel's spending habits before.

The Rodel people live at the foot of the golden tree. Just bathing in the light of the golden tree every day, they receive more blessings than the people in the border tributaries earn in a day.

They do not need to work for their own livelihood. The houses are allocated by their ancestors, and the food and drink are all provided by the blessing of the golden tree.

But their cost-free balance of payments did not inspire their desires, but they were quite frugal.And as the blessings decrease, the frugality increases.The Rodel people are very restrained in their desires and have the habit of hoarding wealth. They like to lock the treasure runes in boxes and bury them in the soil without spending them.

They don't have to worry about life, and they spend their free time thanking the Golden Tree and Queen Malika every day.

Wuming asked Mengt, this seems to be the life advocated by the Golden Law, the right path preached by Malika.

And Wuming cannot deny this choice.

It is their habit of hoarding that allows them to maintain a decent life now that they are far away from the Golden Tree.

The demolition of the royal city forced them to stay away from the golden tree, and they received fewer blessings. They were forced to use their savings to support themselves.

The sense of crisis of having nothing to do makes them tend to maintain their existing living standards rather than try new things.

Wuming also discovered that in this kind of life, even if he asked Ge Fulei to speak for him, the effect would not be very good.

The demolition of the Royal City was driven by Ge Fulei's prestige, but after the Royal City was demolished, the sharp decline in the quality of life also eroded Ge Fulei's prestige.

When Wuming visited, he found that some people even began to miss the era of King Radagon, or when Malika was still around, thinking that Godfrey would not be so messy when Malika was around.

After hearing Wuming's investigation report, Patch also felt a little troublesome: "It's not easy to handle..."

"There is a way." Wuming said.

Patch was surprised: "You can actually think of a way? Come on, tell me."

"Wait until things get better on their own."

"What a positive approach," Patch said.

"If you think it's too slow, I'll ask Lao Lu for some authority."

"Quan? You mean money, right?" Patch said.

"Quan, the Rodel people don't care about money, but they care about status." Wuming said, "Since you think it's slow, I'll speed them up."

"What do you want to do?" Patch asked.

"The Rodel people are no longer in Rodel now." Wuming said, "They are in our hands, so we can do whatever we want with them?"

The ring finger pointed at his own brain:

"Think about what the Rodel people will become if they continue like this? They will become our employees. We have seen extreme changes in the same situation before, and those Immortal employees are our targets."

Wuming fiercely gestured with a knife: "Business means buying and selling. If these people want to transcend our happiness spiral and stay outside our order, then smash their self-sufficient balance and make them have to rely on it." At this tide.”

"You are really on the right track." Patch was very pleased. "You are becoming more and more like a beast."

"Sooner or later they will collapse." Wuming said.

The Royal City is a too huge and long-term project. Even with the support of Godfrey, how long will it take for his caravan to restore the grandeur of the Royal City?
Wuming asked the foreman for an estimate, and the answer was 100 years.

Rodel people cannot support that time. They like to accumulate wealth, but only habitually, not actively.There was no way they could survive that long like a drowned pig.

Wuming can actively control the speed of their collapse.

Rodel is now scattered around the royal city, and the golden tree cannot support them. They naturally have to obtain necessary nutrients from the outside world.

This is the nameless realm. Rodel’s food, clothing, housing and transportation are all taken care of by his caravan.

Soon the Rodel people discovered that the price of food had increased.

The prices of their favorite foods and rune blessings have increased a lot, while those foods that they usually don't like are still at the same price.

Rodel scolded the profiteers and planned to dig a hole to bury the merchants, while he began to hoard more food.

As a result, after stocking up, food prices dropped again.

"Do you understand the laws of the market?" The businessmen said confidently, "If you buy so much, people will naturally produce more. If you produce too much, it won't be valuable, right?"

The Rodel people miss the era of Queen Malika more and more, and they want to find a statue to worship immediately, praying to Queen Malika to take away this shabby caravan as soon as possible.

Wuming pays great attention to the needs of customers, and the statues are quickly arranged.

Compared with the ever-changing daily necessities, what is more expensive is faith, the statue of the goddess Malika, which costs one million runes.

The sales volume is very gratifying, and the people of Rodel have to collect money to buy a statue of the god in their gathering place. They worship it every day, and the incense and flowers are indispensable.

The Rodel people bought the merchant's goods and prayed that the merchant would disappear quickly.

The result of their prayers was that suddenly one day, they discovered some familiar faces among businessmen, suddenly dressed in gorgeous clothes, entering and exiting the court with dignity and dignity.

After further inquiry, I found that these people actually had titles.

Selling an official position to get a title, this was the first thought of the Rodel people. The angry Rodel people rushed to Godfrey's court, hoping to get an explanation.The particularly angry Rodels directly challenged those wearing armor to a duel.

Facing the angry Rodels, Godfrey did not explain, but invited everyone to go to the arena to watch the duel between Rodels and the merchants.

The Rodel people found in despair that they could not defeat this group of merchants.

The armors worn by the merchants are of the highest quality craftsmanship and materials, and the weapons are all the work of famous craftsmen.The merchants were even stronger than them because they ate better than them.

They couldn't even break through the defense of the merchant's horse. These unstyled merchants put a layer of iron armor on the horse's armor.

The merchants ate better than them, and the Rodel people endured it; they drank better than them, and the Rodel people also tolerated it.But when they discovered that these businessmen actually wanted to ride on their necks in terms of status, and even had a son of evil omen become a powerful person, the Rodel people were angry.

The Rodel people were going to complain to Godfrey, saying that the merchants were involved in paganism, but King Godfrey didn't care.

The Rodelians missed Queen Malika even more, and then began to face a difficult choice.

Is he going to be boiled like a frog in warm water by the merchants, forced to perish in a corner, let the merchants occupy the magpie's nest, live in the new dynasty, and become a new powerful person? It is still a gamble.

Almost all Rodels chose the latter.

The treasure chest buried underground was rediscovered, and the Rodel people took the coffin at the bottom of the box and prepared to buy a set of good equipment and more nutritious food.

The spirit of brute courage from the early days of the Golden Tree began to revive in the hearts of the golden people.Only fighting can bring them glory, wealth, and status.

The depressingly bad news is that good equipment is still only provided by large caravans.

The good news is that the businessmen who control the manufacturing of equipment, that is, the owners of the caravans, do not seem to participate in the battle. They always stay behind the scenes and rarely show their faces again.In the Golden Dynasty, if you don't fight, you will have no chance to become a real powerful person.

Countless Rodel people poured into the arena and into the wasteland, fighting with fighters, fighting with faded ones, and fighting with bandits and thieves.

The security in Yatan has improved a lot. The nameless caravan reported that the chance of encountering thieves when transporting goods is much smaller.

But no matter where it is, in the court, in the legends of adventurers, there are always a few who are outstanding, and the legends are always about those few people.

After most people break away from the luxurious life and start working hard, they can only sadly find that they are just mediocre people.

With no hope on the battlefield and no treasure, he could only find a job to earn enough money to support himself.

The Rodels, the faded ones, and countless dwarf people are struggling in the cruel world that has become mobile, trapped and depressed.My heart becomes rusty like a long sword in my hand that has no money to maintain.

At this time, the Rodel people finally began to notice the stage that had always been outside their attention.

That angry roar finally penetrated their hearts.

Wuming sat in a dark corner, looking at the number of spectators on the stage of Coprophagia, which gradually began to increase in number. He held his chin and said to Patch:
"We... failed miserably."

Patch asked: "How to say?"

Wuming said: "I originally wanted the coprophags to attack Rodel's habits, but it turned out that we forcibly changed Rodel's habits and they were willing to patronize the coprophags."

"You spent too many resources to create runes, which are no less influential than a demigod." Patch said, "As long as the ending is good."

"How good is this ending?" Wuming blew his nose and stared, "Isn't the coprophagous part completely meaningless? Why are we bothering to set up a stage for him? Isn't it a complete loss?"

Patch said: "Let me tell you good news. The money these people spend for entertainment is more than what we make from selling weapons and equipment."

"Really?" Wuming was stunned, "Aren't weapons and equipment a hundred times more expensive than this ticket?"

"But there are a thousand times more people coming than there are soldiers," Patch said.

Wuming calculated: "So we...earn ten times more?"

"That's just what I mean, not the specific data." Patch said, "But it's still no problem to make more money than blacksmithing."

Wuming smiled happily: "It seems that the copro-eater is of no use at all."

"How could it be useless? Then there's Tanith." Patch said, "But there's one thing you have to pay attention to."

"Pay attention to what?"

"What these people like is the coprophag, Tanith." Patch said, "The mania and blasphemy they convey will be contagious to these audiences. According to my observation, these people's belief in the Golden Law is It’s getting weaker and weaker.”

"Isn't that the result we want?" Wuming said.

"That's the result you want." Patch said, "If a big tree collapses, there won't be only good results. There are undercurrents under the big ship of the Golden Dynasty, and no one can say what the undercurrents will look like in the end. Where to push.”

Patch scratched his bald head: "What's worrying is what Godfrey will think. If Throthio judges that this is not conducive to the rule of the Golden Dynasty, he may take action. By then, it won't be something you can resolve through discussion. .”

A roar broke Patch's contemplation. On the stage, the coprophagian howled crazily, and a large number of resentful souls burst out of him.

Surrounding the stage and shouting at the coprophags were all ordinary people.

"What's wrong with this kid!" Patch was shocked. He quickly slapped Wuming next to him and stabbed Wuming with his jointed limbs. "Hurry up and save people."

Wuming rushed forward, raised his hand, and a red vortex lit up on his hand, absorbing all the resentful souls that spewed out.

"What are you doing?" The audience complained to Wuming, with resentment that the program was interrupted and hatred for the businessman.

Wuming was stunned: "Huh? Shouldn't this be said by a copro-eater? Isn't it the other way around?"

Wuming checked again and again, only to realize that he heard correctly.

"You want to be defiled?" Wuming tilted his head, suddenly feeling that he had stayed behind the scenes for too long.

(End of this chapter)