The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 387: Slippery and cunning

Wuming looked at the other merchants who were clinging to his caravan. The armor plates on his body made a clashing sound, and his posture was changing slightly.

When Pachi saw Wuming finally relaxed, he became nervous again, and his heart also became excited.

He had just been beaten severely to get Wuming into his current state, and he didn't want to do it again.

Patch lay down behind Wuming and stretched his head next to his shoulder:

"Forget it, you're in a daze now, so be careful when you fall."

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to fall down if you lie behind me?" Wuming said, "Why do they come to us to steal business?"

"As I said before, their blind production will lead to overproduction. They are just dealing with the products in a panic. This is a sign that they are confused." Patch said seriously.

"Is that right?"

"That's right." Patch agreed.

Wuming believed it, and when he thought about the group of poor people struggling on the line of bankruptcy across the way, his back suddenly straightened, and his eyes full of hostility softened, with a touch of compassion.

Wuming walked to the stalls of the merchants with his hands behind his back, as if the boss was inspecting.

If you look closely, you will find that although these vendors are scattered around, they all seem to belong to the same family.All merchants have a piece of black cloth on their stall, and the black cloth is covered with white spots.These people all seemed to belong to the same caravan.

And their products are all similar, with all kinds of flowers.

From the ubiquitous hepa grass that can be used for medicinal purposes to the golden wheel grass that is used for decorative commemorations.

This is about a flower shop.

Wuming observed the uniform badge with white dots on a black background for a while. He also patronized the business of the merchants and bought a few flowers.

"These flowers are much more expensive than before." Wuming said, "The value is obviously not high."

"It must have been given more meanings and gimmicks." Patch said, "And as a raw material for perfume, it is backed by the wallets of noble masters, so it is always in short supply."

"Perfume?" Wuming said, "We have so many perfumers, but we didn't think of this."

"Perfumers are doctors, and fragrances are just by-products," Patch said. "However, the fragrances they produce can be used for both fragrance and medicinal purposes. They are indeed the best spices."

"Give the perfumer some side work, have you got a head start?" Wuming thought.

"Until the contamination phenomenon is eliminated, they probably have no intention of doing anything else."

Wuming twisted a few flowers:

"By the way, speaking of flowers and perfumers, I remembered that Trisha told me before that they didn't have enough anesthetic raw materials, and Hierro was short of eyeballs. It just so happened that I could come to Hucun this time and invite them. Plant a batch.”

He walked along the cliff, not looking at the majestic Divine Grant Tower in the distance, nor at the mysterious and elegant Kalia Study Room nearby, but at the paradise hidden under the cliff.

On the edge of the cliff, a series of raised stone tablets were nailed to the cliff wall, leading down the stairs to the paradise.

"Huh?" Wuming was a little unsure of his memory, "Did you have this ladder when you came here before?"

Looking at the other end of the ladder, it leads to the depths of the Chamber of Commerce.

Wuming was stunned: "What does this mean?"

Patch was thinking about what to say when Wuming had already run to the caravan over there and went to ask directly.

Wuming pretended to be calm and took a deep breath.

In order to cover up, he also stuffed newly bought flowers next to the breathing slit of his helmet.As a result, the breath was taken too deeply, and the petals were attracted by the negative pressure and got into the seams of the helmet. When they were taken out, they were already in tatters.

"The flowers you have here are very fresh." Wuming approached the flower seller.

The merchant politely thanked Wuming, but there was an endless stream of guests, and he had no time to greet Wuming, so he immediately left again to entertain other guests.

Wuming was left alone for a while before the businessman finished his work and came back to continue talking with Wuming.But without a word of conversation, he left again.

Wuming left Patch behind and rushed over to understand the situation. As a result, Patch had already arrived, and he didn't say a few words to his competitor.

"Times have changed." Wuming lamented. "In the past, when doing business, if the customer wanted anything, they would pick it up slowly and pack it slowly. While packing, they would chat with the customer. If the customer didn't drink a cup of tea, he wouldn't bring it with him. Let’s go.”

"I'm so busy, how can I have time to do this?" Patch said, "When our caravan is busy, we won't be like this."

It's not good for Wuming to stay in one place all the time. It's not weird for a person to stand in one place, but it would be weird to stand in the same place all the time.Wuming didn't want others to see his true intentions.

Fortunately, there are many businessmen here, and Wuming wanders back and forth, waiting for the opportunity.

Wuming's wait was finally in vain. The guests dispersed and the businessman had some free time.

Wuming refused to let the businessman rest for a while, so he hurried over and asked again.

"Isn't that okay? These are fresh flowers, just picked." The vendor said, "Perfect from the source, high-quality flowers."

"Picked it from Hu Village?" Wuming asked directly.

"You also know Hucun." The vendor said, "Yes, the flowers there are really good. We have established a cooperative relationship with Hucun and can pick flowers from them."

"Cooperative relationship?" Wuming couldn't pretend any longer, "I was obviously the one who came first!"

"you are?"

Wuming was about to answer when Pachi came over and pulled Wuming away.

After being pulled to the car, Wuming was still very angry: "Didn't we get here first?"

"What did we do?" Patch asked.

"We have set up a camp here." Wuming said, "I also placed a special protective shield. I can usually take care of Hu Village."

Patch said: "But usually the protective shield will not cover the pot village."

"That would be too troublesome. We have to restart it when entering and exiting the protective shield. We can't restrict the freedom of the pot." Wuming said.

Patch said, "Were there any attacks?"

"I have never heard of such a thing being reported by my subordinates."

"Does Hucun know that you are taking care of them?" Patch asked again.

"You know, we have cooperated with Hu Village for a long time. We picked flowers from them and gave them some corpses." Wuming said.

Patch said: "Then what is the difference between our behavior and this caravan?"

Wuming hesitated for a moment:
"We came here first?"

"You are not looking for a girlfriend, and monogamy is not practiced in the border area. It doesn't mean anything if you come first." Patch said, "The live pots are very kind. In their eyes, whoever comes to pick flowers will Wouldn’t they all agree?”

Wuming suddenly realized something:
"The perfumer said we don't have enough flowers. Isn't that why..."

"It is indeed very possible to be one of the rare flower cultivation places." Patch said, "Why didn't we establish an exclusive agreement with Hucun before?"

Wuming asked: "Is there any way we can get rid of these people and monopolize Hu Village?"

"There is no suitable reason." Patch said, "Of course, if you just want to occupy it, you can always find a reason. It can be anything from protecting Hu Village, protecting them from the terrifying poachers, or finding ways to occupy Hu Village. But will you do it?"

After Patch finished speaking, he looked at Wuming carefully, with a hint of nervousness and expectation.

"Is there no other way?" Wuming asked.

"There's nothing you can do about it. It's just like a girl. If someone doesn't like you, they don't like you. You can't buy or sell by force." Patch said.

"But you also pursued the girl you liked and succeeded."

"I didn't force anyone. Even Rakad didn't get Tanis' look back when he took her as his side room." Patch said, "Whether it's love or cooperation, what matters is taking the initiative. Inclination, not coercion under threat. You have to make people like you and choose you on their own initiative."

"Why is this..." Wuming knelt down on the ground, bowing to the ground, regretting his mistake.

The carriage was not big, so when he knelt down, he hit Diaros directly, and Diaros woke up with a cry.

The pain in his body made the noble prince alert and looked around for weapons.

Seeing a sword in front of him, he was about to pull it out, but Wuming grabbed his hand and almost broke his wrist. "Don't take my sword." Wuming's eyes were evil.He had just been caught robbing the garden, and now someone wanted to use his sword. He was very angry.

Diaros became more conscious, recognized Wuming and Patch, and quickly realized his situation and status.

"I fainted," Diaros said.

"I'm glad you figured it out without us having to explain it," Patch said.

Realizing that it was the unknown Patch who saved him, Diaros relaxed and thanked the two.

"Why are you in that place?" Wuming saw that Diaros was awake, so he put aside the business matters for a while and asked Diaros.

Faced with this simple concern, Diaros looked flustered and his face turned red.

"Why is your face so red?" Wuming asked again.

"It's reflection, reflection on the armor." Diaros defended.

Wuming and Patch glanced at Diaros, who only had some spider silk hanging on his body, and then looked at the armor piled aside that had been taken off.

Probably realizing that his explanation was too pale, Diaros's face turned pale and he lowered his head dejectedly:
"I'm wandering."

"I remember you were still in the Volcano before." Wuming said, "Because the Volcano ended, you lost your job?"

"Has the volcano ended?" Diaros asked, with a look of surprise on his face.

"You don't know about such a big thing?" Wuming was even more surprised than Diaros, "So you didn't lose your job because of the bankruptcy of the volcano, so why are you still living in such a miserable state?"

Diaros said slowly:

"I don't know, I... ran away."

Wuming understood now: "I see, no wonder I haven't seen you since. It makes more sense now."

"What do you mean by reasonable? Do you think I am someone who will run away?" Diaros was dissatisfied.

Nameless nodded: "Yes."

Diaros's face turned red again, but considering that it was true that he had escaped, he was unable to have an attack. In the end, he was discouraged and huddled on the seat of the carriage, dejected.

"I know, I look ridiculous," Diaros said. "I wanted to seek revenge from the volcano, but I joined the volcano. But I joined the volcano, but I couldn't stand the hero's path and fled."

Diaros looked at his hands:
"The volcano said that defilement is the path of a hero, but my hands have been defiled once and again, but I still achieved nothing. And...even if my hands are stained with blood, I still don't feel like a hero."

Wuming said: "So you escaped from the volcano?"

Diaros nodded heavily:

"I escaped from the tainted road of heroes. After failing again, I walked along the road in despair. Without my attendants, I couldn't even put on or take off my armor. I also tried to find other jobs, such as helping farmers. But... …When I saw the armor on my body and thought about my identity, I really couldn’t face people. I felt like I was being watched, laughed at, and gossiped about behind my back all the time…”

Diaros covered his face:
"I'm really ridiculous, incompetent, and have indifferent self-esteem. I feel that I have disgraced the Khosrow family, so I can only continue to wander. But I clearly...have already disgraced the Khosrow family. Brother You're right, I shouldn't try to be a hero... I'm extremely incompetent..."

Wuming gently held Diaros's hand and let Diaros' face leave his hands.

The iron gauntlet, which should have been cold, brought warmth to Diaros's palm.

"Don't be so pessimistic. A hero is not judged by how many people you killed with your hands." Wuming looked at Diaros's hands seriously, "but judged by how many people you saved."

"Those who save people are doctors and scholars," Diaros said, "but they are not heroes."

"Doctors and scholars can also be heroes." Wuming said, "Everyone can be a hero."

Diaros didn't respond much to Wuming's admonition.Khosrow speaks for himself with blood. This is a family motto that has long been engraved in his soul.

"Thank you, I know you want to persuade me." Diaros said, "Comfort me, this loser, but I don't deserve it-"

Diaros suddenly felt that something was wrong. After Wuming held his hand, although he said a lot, he never looked at him.

He was watching his hands.

"What does this mean?" Diaros blushed slightly.

"Your hands are very white." Wuming said, "As expected of a noble family, a noble man is white."

Diaros's face turned red, he bit his lip and pulled his hand back:

"Are you humiliating me? I know that my hands are not like those of a warrior or a hero. No matter how many times they are stained by blood, they are still like those of a woman..."

"Women are not capable of this." Wuming corrected him, "It must be a lady. And a lady must take good care of herself."

"That's enough!" Diaros couldn't stand hearing it anymore, and angrily went to put on his armor and prepare to leave.

But the knight's armor was extremely difficult to wear, and the Khosrow's armor was more delicate and even more difficult to wear.Diaros put on his clothes with enthusiasm, and it took him more than ten minutes to put them on until he reached his waist.

One minute of being furious is hot-blooded, but ten minutes is a bit subtle.

The carriage was very quiet, the only sound was the sound of him putting on his armor.The situation became increasingly embarrassing.

Diaros couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up his armor and prepared to leave the carriage first.

Wuming finally spoke and stopped him:
"Let me tell you, you just think too much. When people have nothing to do and can't learn anything or earn runes, it's easy to think randomly and put pressure on themselves. So the most important thing for you now is to give yourself Find something to do.”

Wuming pointed at Diaros and said loudly:

"What you need now is employment!"

The voice was sonorous, powerful, and deafening. Although it made no sense, it was quite powerful and really shocked Diaros.

"Just...karma..." Diaros had some doubts.

Wuming took advantage of the victory and pursued: "Yes, that's it. Employment is very important!"

Patch kept looking at the scene in front of him and smiled.

It was only at this moment that Wuming felt a little familiar to him.And familiarity brings peace of mind.Although I don't care about the Sun's philosophy, seeing someone consistent can provide a sense of stability and security.

Patch said: "There are still many positions in our caravan. You can come here and no one will laugh at you..."

"No." Wuming interrupted Patch, "Don't they say anything? I can't face people anymore."

Wuming stared at Diaros's white hands:

"Your hands are smooth and tender. I have a job that is perfect for you. Do you want it?"

"What?" Diaros asked.

"Go to Hu Village to be a pot weaver." Wuming raised his finger, "Living Hu is not a human being, and I don't think anyone will doubt Hu's kindness. Before I came to Hu Village, Xiao Hu told me that we need people with slippery hands. Become a pot master. You have such a talent."

Wuming retracted his index finger and gave Diaros a thumbs up:

"Although you don't have the talent for fighting, you have the talent for Weihu. This is an ability that I don't even have! My hands are not slippery."

"Is...is this..." Diaros was stunned, but he did not show any disgust.

"Of course, you will know after you apply for the job. There is a ladder over there." Wuming said.

Diaros got off his horse in disbelief and went to Hu Village.

He, who was already feeling quite heavy in his heart, might still have the last bit of hope in his heart.

Wuming looked at him on the carriage, and his heart was full of hope.

Turning around, Wuming saw Pachi lying on the ground, his head slightly raised, his eyes looking up at him with a white look.

"I don't know if your hands are slippery or not, but your feet are quite slippery." Patch said, "I thought you had discovered it because of your conscience."

"Rune is conscience!" Wuming said, "Look how similar Rune and conscience are."

Wuming held his hands, looked at Diaros's back from the carriage window, and rubbed his hands impatiently:

"You said you have to like and take the initiative to cooperate, right? It's up to him to win Hucun!"

(End of this chapter)