Black Dragon Code

"You said you want to work with us?"

Sifu watched Roy Brando, the caravan leader who had dealt with the tribe many times, and tapped his finger with a sharp nail on the bone staff: "Do you want to sell our fruit pulp for the Crow clan? "

He said, he turned his attention to Gar, Ol'Kash, and others. Under the eyes of the old leader's inspection, the orcs all bowed their heads and looked at their chests, as if they had leaked important tribal secrets.

"Excuse me, elder."

Roy bowed slightly. He had never talked face-to-face with the true leader of the Crow Clan before, and faced a caster who might be a mage. Anyone should respect him: "This is not to blame them, yours The soldiers are just too upright to see us tortured by the curse. "

解释 He explained to the orcs who went to the Dulu Basin with himself, and wanted to win their favor.

"Sorcerer, since the last accident, I have been very guilty. To be honest, I sympathize with your misfortunes and always hope to find a way to make up for my mistakes."

Roy wiped away the tears that didn't exist, a distressed look: "But I'm just an ordinary ordinary businessman. What can I do besides praying to the gods day and night?"

"But today, I have found a way to reward you."

His look turned from sorrow to inspiration: "As long as you can sell the pulp to my caravan for sale, I Roy Brando is willing to swear by his honor, and it will definitely bring you a great deal in the near future. A fortune to improve the current situation of the Crow clan. "

The old leader did not answer.

In fact, it was not the wizard who talked to Roy, but Caesar, who was far away from the mountaintop lair. Sifu established a connection with the black dragon through the spiritual link, and then uttered Caesar's words through his mouth.

A moment of silence appeared for a moment, during which Roy kept watching the expression on the old orc's face intently, speculating his thoughts.

"It is impossible to give you the recipe, this is the secret of our Stone Crow clan from ancient times," said the old orc.

"The secret of the fart."

Roy's belly was slandered. I don't know if this **** orc clan has appeared in Mangye for two hundred years. God knows if you stole the recipe you stole from the evil dragon and depend on your face. Be hypocritical.

He didn't expect to guess at will, he would be so close to the truth.

Having said that, Roy also knew that it was not realistic to pry out the pulp formula from these orcs. The hope was rather slim, so it was not too entangled. He nodded gently, and the line came out: "I understand, I respect the customs and taboos of the major clans. "

"Although I am just an ordinary businessman, I still have a lot of friends in the northern countries. As long as you can sell the finished products to me, I believe that with my own hands, there will be tons of food coming to Stone Crow in the near future. clan."

He's tacit promise seemed to reassure the old orc Suffolk. He responded and said, "How much is it?"

How much is it?

Roy choked, "dividing" is a rather fashionable business model in the northern countries. Generally, it only appears in the economically developed southern and sea trade. In the relatively backward northern countries, merchants sell goods for others. Generally The models used are regular commissions.

He originally thought that once the Crow clan handed fruit pulp to him, there would be nothing wrong with these stupid orcs, and the situation on the market would not be known at all, and he could hire a professional businessman at will to talk nonsense.

At that time, he can directly embezzle the proceeds, these dirty and low-wise orcs only need to follow with some soup.

What I didn't expect was that the word "divided" popped up in the mouth of the short-sighted orc. The old guy's wisdom and solidness were beyond imagination, causing his original thoughts to be messed up and needed to be restarted. Consider the plan.

Roy fell into a brief silence.

Anyway, he was also one of the heirs of the big family, and soon got rid of the clue.

"There is one thing that cannot be denied: the fruit pulp is indeed brewed by the orcs."

Soon, Roy had a calculation in his mind, tentatively saying, "But let me remind you that from the transportation of goods to the sales in the northern countries, I have to bear it. Moreover, we must build business channels in various countries from scratch. It's not easy. "

所以 "So, I hope that thirty-seven will be divided into three points, and the crow clan will be divided into three points. Do you agree?"

He finished his speech in one breath, mixed with many obscure words that the orcs simply couldn't understand. The purpose was to confuse the old wizard, so that he could agree to his conditions ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ I didn't expect this old guy to ignore him at all What, immediately shook his head and refused: "No, the Crow clan is 70%."

"how can that be!"

Roy seemed startled, with a frightened expression on his face: "Friend, please understand me, I'm just a businessman. It's not easy to sell foreign things to northern countries. Nobles are all vampires ......... I need at least 60%. "

"70% of the crow clan, 30% of humanity."

The old orc was unmoved and insisted on never changing: "If you don't agree with this, you can cancel this cooperation."

At this time, it shows the role of Caesar's previous arrangement. If the Crow Clan actively seeks humans to request the sale of summer grass, it will definitely be suppressed by them, even if the summer grass is profitable, it will be exploited. There must be only one layer of skin left.

As a result, he designed to allow the caravan to discover the fruit pulp made by the orcs under "coincidence", and then could not stand the temptation to take the initiative to speak. In the case of the crow clan, humans were inherently disadvantaged in the negotiations and were orcs. Dominate firmly.

No matter how clever Roy's tongue is, he can't do anything about Caesar.

In the end, Roy still couldn't help the huge benefits of summer grass, agreed to reach an agreement with the crow clan, the tribe provided the finished product of summer grass pulp, and the caravan was responsible for selling to the northern countries. .

那么 "Well, then, let us sign together under the witness of the God of truth."

The words of the old orc made Roy's last hope, he gritted his teeth, considering that after all, this is a business without capital, even if only 40% is better than nothing, so he reluctantly signed the contract " Roy Brando ".