The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 381 Ancestral War Techniques
The businessmen recovered quickly, but the one who had fallen into madness had not yet recovered. He just shouted that he was not crazy every day, and then sprayed thick yellow unbearable fire at Mikaela.

Fortunately, Ashimi, the entity that carries the illusion, was not needed to appease the madness. No matter how hard he tried, he could not hurt Mikaela, and in the end he could only fall into sleep again under hypnosis.

The healthy two businessmen were much healthier and were ready to leave for Nimgefu.

"Are you really not going to stay in Yatan?" Michaela asked, "Most of the faded people gather here. It should be easier to find containers here, right?"

Brainis shook his head:

"You don't have to worry about this. As long as you use the right method, the container will appear on its own."

Michaela said: "There was a faded person infected with epilepsy before. If you want to seal it, you can try that person."

Brynis did not refuse:
"Then try it."

Michaela said: "Then I will find it for you."

A few days later, the champion with a huge sword appeared on a tall horse, with a witch behind him.Michaela goes into hiding and is approached by Brynis.

The portal then activated, and the Champion entered without hesitation, followed by Brynis.

The portal opens in a corridor with a circular staircase structure. There are corpses piled up in the corridor. If you step over the corpses and look at the edge of the circular corridor, you can see that there are also piles of corpses not far below, forming a soft mountain.

Even though the champion has fallen into madness, looking at the mountain of corpses, he still feels a little embarrassed.

Brainis saw the champion hesitate and said:

"Jump down, you won't die."

"I'm not afraid of falling to death." The champion retorted, then jumped into the pile of corpses.

The bodies were soft and some had turned to dust. They acted as a buffer and did not cause any harm to the two of them.

Not far from the pile of corpses, a stone door immediately attracted the champion's attention.

The huge stone door was covered with fingerprints. It seemed as if some big hand was struggling at the cracks before the stone door was closed, melting the stone door and leaving behind fingerprints.

The champion realizes that the power he desires is on the other side of the door.That power is comparable to that of a demigod and surpasses that of a demigod.

With the power of that god, he can achieve his mission.

He subconsciously walked towards the door.

Brainis stopped him and put a hand on his shoulder: "Take off your clothes first."

The champion was a little confused.

"Only by taking off everything can you best carry His power." Brainis said, "There used to be a guy who was much stronger than you. He wore armor and accepted the gift, but was rejected."

Brainis suddenly chuckled, as if remembering something happy:
"If you want me to elaborate, I can sit next to these tall ashes and tell you the story of the would-be king. He was clearly close to the throne, and he was seeking epileptic fire in order to prevent his witch from being sacrificed. He is a good man who values ​​love and justice..."

"No need, I'm not interested." The champion stared at the stone door intently.

Brainis looked at him with interest:
"Why are you seeking epileptic fire? I think there was a witch accompanying you when you came. Is it also for her?"

The champion did not look back, stared at the stone door for a while, and said in a deep voice:

"Have you ever seen a blessing?"

"It's a pity that the wandering people have no chance of blessing," Brynis said.

The champion said: "That is the ever-present light that flashes in your eyes. Whether you open your eyes or close your eyes, He is always there, silently and silently. It is always there, no matter what. It reminds you and forces you everywhere to achieve a certain mission—even if you don’t know what the mission is.”

"It sounded like a witch's eye," Brynice said.

The champion said: "You can't tell whether it is fate, a curse, or a part of your life. But you know, you have to realize it. In the darkness, that is the only light, so what choice do you have."

The champion clenched his fists:

"But that blessing is too weak, or too far away, and does not have the power to enable us to realize that mission."

He covered his eyes in pain and despair:

"Too weak... too weak... It's all because we... have no power!"

Brynnis said:
"Then you really should give it a try. Go ahead and receive the epileptic fire and gain the power to return the world to chaos."

The champion took off his armor and clothes, revealing his strong muscles, and walked towards the door.

He put his palm against the stone door, and his palm fit with the lines on the stone door. He used all his strength to push the heavy stone door.

As if feeling the power, the fingerprints on the stone door became hotter and hotter, the indentations on the three fingers lit up, and smoke rose from the champion's palm.

The champion worked harder and harder, his eyes bursting with bright yellow fire, which splashed onto the stone door.

The almost integrated stone door began to tear apart, and with the roar of the stone door moving, scorching stones fell one after another.

The stone door was pushed open, and the ancient gods who had been imprisoned for thousands of years finally appeared.

Only the three-fingered big hand was struggling and twisting painfully on the ground, and the fingers clawed out scorching ravines on the stone ground.

Compared with two fingers, the body of three fingers is wider and more like a human palm, but only the thumb, little finger and middle finger are left.The blazing fire light shines from the fingerprints, constantly brightening and extinguishing, clearly outlining the lines of the fingerprints.

The three fingers noticed the champion's entry, stopped their movements, and suddenly stood upright. The fingertips became brighter and brighter, showing their full appearance.

Both Three Fingers and the Champion seemed a little hesitant, but in the end they slowly approached each other.

The three fingers tentatively brought their fingertips close to the champion, then they closed their fingers and suddenly grabbed the champion's body, tightening their palms.

The fire between the three fingerprints became more intense, and the cracks expanded on the tips of the three fingers. The originally soft charred black skin seemed to be scorched and hardened, and then shattered into pieces.Golden-red flames emerged from the spreading cracks, and were imprinted on the champion's body as the three fingers clenched.

The champion twitched suddenly, as if he couldn't breathe, and then screamed miserably.

His body burned inch by inch, and every piece of skin bubbled and cracked under the licks of the flames, and then became blackened and curled up.

The flames burned through his skin and continued to flow into his body, destroying all his meridians and nerves, and burning out all the tissues and blood in his body.Madness and pain intertwined with each other, twisting into an increasingly rough hemp rope, pulling and rubbing in his brain, trying to break his soul into several pieces.

The distorted voice became like a demon in the heated and distorted air. The champion screamed, cried, and spurted out the blood from his throat with his cry.

"save……"

All despair was burned away, all anger and lofty ideals were burned and evaporated. The champion screamed desperately, asking for help from Brainis, using the last blood to lubricate his throat and make the only sound.But before the words were spoken, they were accompanied by the burning smell of blood and turned into a scream of despair.No one could understand him, just like no one could decipher the language of Three Fingers.

Brainis drooped his eyelids and seemed to have no sympathy for the champion's plight.

"You are just a person without talent." Blaineth said softly, with a little disappointment and disapproval of the champion after disappointment.

Brainis turned around and activated the portal. Behind him, the flames were devouring the champion.Three Fingers also realized that this was not the right person and fell into a frenzy again. The stone gate and the teleportation gate closed at the same time.

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On the other side of the portal, the champion witch is still waiting for the result.Michaela's illusion stood beside the witch and was not discovered.

Brainis returned to the other side, looked at the witch's concerned expression, and said:

"Looks like there's going to be another lonely and homeless witch."

The witch cried, but she had already expected this result.This outcome had already been foreseen by the champion when she fell into despair and madness because there was no hope of achieving her mission.

Brynnis took out a piece of paper and wrote to the witch: "Go to my place first. A lonely witch is dangerous."

After the witch left, Michaela's phantom stared at Brynis:

"Isn't he the right vessel?"

"Obviously," Blaineth said. "There are very few vessels that can withstand epileptic fire. Very few people can withstand such burning pain."

Brainis bowed to Michaela:

"If nothing happens, we will leave. We will stay away from Ya Tan and pursue the real King of Epileptic Fire."

Brainis took Rom and the businessman who was already crazy.

"The businessman stays," Michaela said. "I'll treat him."

"If you please," Brynis said.

The two wandering merchants from ancient times left for Nimgefu and the Lake District, where Wuming assigned them positions.

Wuming was also communicating this arrangement to other employees.

Patch heard that two wandering businessmen were directly in important positions and had some doubts:
"It's so ignorant and they have to manage too many things, isn't it?"

"But they were rescued by us." Wuming said, "And they are also seniors of our businessmen. I think they can be trusted."

Patch said: "Not everyone knows how to be grateful. If you save him, he will bite you back. Have you ever heard of the story of the farmer and the snake?"

"I've heard the story about Wuming and Pachi." Wuming said, "I've let him go so many times, but he still wants to trick me."

Patch choked: "Two different things."

"I know, I know." Wuming said, "Don't worry, after all, they are only responsible for management. Our people, our soldiers, our supplies, our relationships, even if they really want to cause trouble, what kind of trouble can they cause? "

Wuming said confidently: "I didn't use all of these employees like this. If they really dare to cause trouble with me, I will fire them."

Wuming clenched his fist: "After all, no matter how much power I delegate, my fist is still my own."

"At that time, Coprophag, your hands were tied and you couldn't even open your fists." Patch reminded him.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Wuming sighed, "If we encounter this kind of situation, we can only admit that we are not as smart as others. Besides, we still make money on the whole. Although we don't actually get many runes, we have already It has broken many stereotypes and blockades in Asia, and the good days are yet to come.”

Wuming said: "And if you think about it, I can't just kill someone just because I suspect that they will be harmful to me. And if we don't kill the other party, talented people can always pose a threat to us. Don't you think that we can kill this person as soon as possible?" Isn’t it the safest way to recruit people?”

"It seems to make sense..." Patch fell into deep thought.

Wuming also fell into deep thought and reflected on himself:
"But is it really not possible? Maybe sometimes, it would be better to kill them directly... We are so big that we need to be more stable. Maybe we should send some people to watch them..."

Patch was surprised:
"Why do you think so?"

Wuming was puzzled: "Didn't you make me think that way?"

Patch frowned, looking at Wuming without saying a word.

Wuming said: "Since you are worried, I will send some extra people to follow you. Who should be sent... Kaidan mercenaries have gone to the snowy mountains, and the Omen hybrid is with the perfumer. It seems that we don't have anyone left. …”

Wuming thought for a while and decided that it was better to let the Immortal go.

There are the most immortals in the caravan, so removing some of them will have no impact.Moreover, Wuming is more confident in the loyalty of the Immortal.

But after Wuming used Serui to arrange it, he felt a little worried: "What if the Immortal also betrays? How about sending another team to monitor?"

"Stop, stop, stop." Patch stopped Wuming, "This will never end."

"It's not you who reminded me to pay attention to safety." Wuming gestured, "Ha, when the time comes, our backhand will be able to keep jumping out. No matter what conspiracy the other side has, it will be deeper than our plan."

"All this is based on the premise that the two businessmen will rebel." Patch said, "And you haven't determined this yet. Safety and efficiency cannot have both."

Patch looked at Wuming hesitantly. He always felt that Wuming's state was a bit...too suspicious.Originally, he was supposed to be the one in the caravan who was responsible for keeping track of everything and taking care of things, while Wuming was the one who was responsible for moving forward.Now Wuming seemed to like worrying more than he did.

"What are you worried about?" Patch asked.

Wuming thought for a while and replied: "Poor."

"We are not poor."

"Maybe we will be poor." Patch didn't understand: "Aren't we in a prosperous stage now? To use your favorite words, it's like a boom."

"The sun is at its zenith... what will happen next..." Wuming said.

Without waiting for Patch to answer, Wuming shook his head first, as if he didn't want to face the problem:

"Forget it, take care of yourself."

Wuming sent a bunch of immortals and a few businessmen to accompany Rom and Brynis to familiarize themselves with the business, also to contain the two.

But the news that came a month later surprised Wuming so much that he forgot his worries.

Within a month, Brynis increased the revenue of the business he was responsible for by [-]%.Roma also increased by [-]%.

This is still the first month, and the two of them are not familiar with various businesses in the new era.

By the second month, their success had doubled.

"Oh my God, they did it?" Wuming was extremely pleasantly surprised. He was deeply proud of his decision. He took the performance reports reported by the two people and boasted to Patch, "What am I talking about? Trust others more. Employers are not good. suspect!"

"I don't know who sent people to monitor them before..." Patch whispered, but it was hard to say more. He didn't take the matter seriously.

Patch turned his attention to the data coming back.

The trading volume of herbs and clothing that Brynis and Rom were responsible for more than doubled.

It seems like everyone is risking their lives to buy it.

"How did they do it..." Patch was also a little curious.

"Those who were able to lead large caravans back then must have something special about them." Wuming looked at the data with surprise and joy.All the doubts about the two of them were gone, and I was in a good mood. I was ready to tell the news to the whole caravan, so that everyone could learn from it.

Wuming ran to the caravan, ready to publicize the glorious deeds of the senior businessman, but suddenly found that the caravan was a little crowded.

Many immortals crowded together and kept making noises, asking those who jumped in line to queue up.

Wuming looked at the long queue of immortals. The end of the long queue led to the coffin where Haida was.

Looking again at the hands of the immortals, many of them were holding golden runes, eagerly waiting for Haida to turn over her sign.

"What kind of day is it so busy today?" Wuming was curious, "Why are everyone here looking for Haida?"

Look at some immortals, standing on the roadside, their feet are numb from standing, but they still don't want to leave.

"Come back tomorrow." Wuming persuaded the immortals, "Haida is not always so busy. Employees and faded people, that's all. There is no need to come on this day."

"No, it can only be this day." The Immortal's eyes were bloodshot. "I only have two days of vacation left. If I don't get hugged by Miss Haida, I will collapse."

"Two days off?" Wuming wondered, "Are we so busy here? Who are your employees?"

"Nimgofu's."

"I'm from the Lake District."

The immortals answered with different voices.

"You came here specifically to find Haida?" Wuming was surprised.

The immortals nodded: "It's just a three-day holiday. Come here for one day, queue for one day, and go back for one day."

There are immortals who look up to the sky and sigh:
"I will die without Miss Haida hugging me!"

"No matter what happens, we won't die." Wuming comforted the immortals and put a few warm fires on them to nourish them. "Why do you look so tired?"

The Immortal looked at the warm flames, with tears in his eyes, sobbing and crying to Wuming:
"Boss, how long did we work in a day before?"

Wuming thought about it: "Four hours, maybe. You used to be responsible for picking flowers, and there were only so many flowers in the fields. Then you learned sewing from the demi-humans, right? But our demand is not big."

The Immortal said: "Now we work fourteen hours a day."

"Ouch!" Wuming was shocked, "Our business is so good? Lake District... Queen Full Moon is going to have another party? Is Lani back safely?"

The Immortal shook his head: "I don't know, I just know that the new supervisor, the wandering businessman, told us to do more first. So we worked day and night, whether it was sewing or picking, the workload doubled several times. .”

"Is this like this..." Wuming scratched his head, "Then you wait in line first, and I will help you find a few more witches..."

Wuming contacted Lance Sanks and asked her to come and help.Melina was nowhere to be seen, and he couldn't contact her.

After doing this, Wuming was ready to contact Brynis and ask what was going on.

Before contacting him, he found that Brynis took the initiative to call.

"Dear unknown merchant." Brainis reported, "I think many immortals have passed away? Go find Haida."

"You also know, what's going on?" Wuming asked, "By the way, did I introduce to you that our witch is named Haida?"

"The Immortal staff told me that this was their reason for taking leave." Brynis said, "That's not what I want to say, but... Is Haida very busy?"

Wuming glanced at the coffin and then at the long line:
"It's almost too busy."

"I helped you contact a stray witch who should be heading to your place now. I can relieve you of some of the burden." Brynis said.

"Huh? Oh..." Wuming was stunned, not knowing whether to praise Brynis for his carefulness.

Wuming asked: "How many times have the immortals responded that you arranged for them to do more work?"

"Yes," Brynis replied.

"Why are you so tired?" Wuming said, "I can't even eat runes for more than ten hours without stopping."

"Why..." Brynis smiled after hearing Wuming's words, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

He said: "How do we pay workers when we hire them?"

"Rijie," Wuming said.

"Since it's a daily basis, working four hours a day and working fourteen hours a day are both the same wages, but the output is three times worse." Brynis said, "Why not work fourteen hours? ?”

"It can't be calculated like this, right?" Wuming said, "Four hours is four hours' wages, and fourteen hours is fourteen hours' wages."

Brainis shook his head: "Fourteen hours is ten hours' wages."

"Ah?" Wuming said, "What can employees do? Four is four, ten is ten, fourteen is fourteen."

"They do get more money," Blainis said. "It's just a slightly lower hourly rate. With that money, they can buy more of what they want and do more. That's not great. ? You see, they can even afford to use the portal to go directly from Nimgofu to Yatan."

"Is that so?" Wuming always felt that something was wrong.

Brynis said calmly:

"In the past two months, the runes you harvested have tripled."

"Is...that's it?" Wuming was shocked, finally understanding how Brynis had increased his revenue to such an extent.

Wuming asked: "No, please explain to me carefully how you did it. This can't be achieved by picking more herbs and making more clothes."

Brynis smiled mysteriously:
"Competition is always a good thing. You don't have to look into it, just sit back and collect the money."

Brainis cut off the communication, and Wuming was a little stunned as he looked at his face reflected on the smooth disk.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wuming couldn't figure it out.

However, the third witch arrived, which indeed greatly reduced the team of immortals.

Afterwards, the Immortals who finished transforming Rune turned back faster.

Also returning with the immortals were some perfumers.

"Why are you going?" Wuming stopped the perfumer and asked.

"I heard that the herbs in Nimgefu are cheap." The perfumer said, "I'll go to the purchasing point."

The perfumer left. Wuming thought for a moment and called Serui out.

"You record Yatan's business dealings, right?" Wuming asked, "How is the data of our herbal medicine and clothing business?"

"There has been some decline," Se Rui said. "There are several settlements in remote areas of Yatan that have not come to purchase recently."

Wuming asked: "Contact them."

Wuming put on a smile and chatted with the leaders of several settlements in a friendly manner.

The conclusion reached was as expected, they went to Nimgofu to load the goods.

Even if the additional transportation costs are included, it is cheaper to ship it from Ningmugefu.

Nameless hindsight:

"That guy...doubled the workload, doubled the output, lowered the price, and then grabbed my market?"

"These few settlements will not play a decisive role. The bulk of the growth will definitely come from local growth." Serrui commented objectively, "But if we continue, more settlements should give up cooperating with you."

"What should we do?" Wuming was dumbfounded.

He quickly contacted Brynis and told him to take it easy and not to flood the Dragon King Temple.

Brynnis did not agree:
"There's a better way."

"What?" Wuming asked.

"You also increase the workload of your employees, so that your products can become more competitive." Brynis said.

"How can it be possible for the people of Yatan to have such a small demand?" Wuming glared at him.

"Then there's nothing you can do about it, it's the trouble of doing business in Asia," Blainis said.

"Can't you take it easy?"

"No." Brynis said, "I'm afraid that although you are our benefactor, you don't have a deep understanding of business. A large caravan is not a bloated caterpillar, but a chariot, which is getting bigger and bigger. of snowballs.”

"Ah?" Wuming didn't understand.

"The Immortals produce more products, earn more runes, and can digest more products. There will be more demand, so we can hire more workers and manufacture more products." Brynis clenched his fist, " When the immortals are physically and mentally exhausted, there will be more witches, charging more runes, and providing them with better services. The better they recover, the more efficiently they can work."

"I learned about it through my descendants. Your approach is too tame." Brynis said, "But there is nothing you can do about it in Yatan. Business there is difficult to do, and we understand that too." .”

Brynnis said:
"But you can also make some efforts."

"How hard?"

"Stir up their appetite," Blennis said. "When they want more, we can sell more."

"Remember, no matter how much workload you add to your employees, it won't tire you out," Brynis said. "The only workload you will increase is the time spent counting runes."

After saying that, Brainis cut off the communication.

Wuming suddenly recalled what Brynis said before - competition is always a good thing.

"Hiss..." He held his head and felt a little headache.

(End of this chapter)