I am a god in another world

"A normal businessman would not get angry and threaten his master just because a customer stopped him at the door, nor would he send someone to check because he guessed that the other party had a secret that he didn't know about." Clay sighed, "We don't regard ourselves as businessmen, but as creditors and masters of this tribe.

If it were you, would you be annoyed? Whether it's because the other party has a secret or is taking advantage of the situation to make this business go on, we must change our attitude.

Otherwise, we can only accept the emotional debt and pat our butts and leave. Even if a mountain of gold is dug out here in the future, it will have nothing to do with us."

At this point, even a fool would understand, not to mention the business owners who are all shrewd people. They couldn't help but be silent collectively and think about their words and deeds.

It seems that this is indeed the case. When I entered the rock land to do business with Gavin and the dog-headed man, my state of mind was indeed very different from other places and other people doing business.

Contempt, there should be.

Not only because they are dog-headed people, small reptiles, aliens in the eyes of humans, and synonymous with weakness, but also because Gavin had nothing at the beginning, and they scraped together the first batch of supplies for him.

The master's mentality, too.

It's still the same reason. Because of their initial help, they call themselves investors. It's natural to squeeze profits from Gavin and the dog-headed people. Everything here should be open and transparent to them. There are no secrets, and there should be no secrets.

It is precisely because of this mentality that when the dog-headed people refused to let them in, they were very angry and thought it was not right and treasonous.

"But we did invest in the beginning. His approach is a bit too extreme..." Hansen was still mumbling unwillingly, but his tone and momentum were not as justified as before.

"Look at you, you are still holding on to this little favor and refusing to let go. They have already settled their emotional accounts with you. You want to take it and leave, but you are unwilling to do so. What do you want them to do? Make this tribe your slaves, or give you all the iron ore and spirit crystal mines?"

Clay didn't look at Hansen well. He had analyzed it so thoroughly, but this guy was still holding on to it. He was simply hopeless. "If you keep making trouble, it's not just Brother Gavin asking you to take the emotional account and leave. For the benefit of the entire caravan, we have to ask you to leave."

"You..." Hansen's face was ashen, and he seemed to want to refute, but he looked around and didn't find any allies. Their expressions were very similar to Clay's. For their own interests, they would abandon him without hesitation.

"The most important thing for this transaction is that everyone should have a correct attitude and maintain the relationship between the two sides. Don't let the relationship continue to deteriorate. After we go back, we will discuss specific countermeasures. It happened that Bed didn't come this time, so he was just out of the matter.

At that time, he will take the lead to further ease and deepen the relationship between the two sides. Believe me, as long as we have a correct attitude, Brother Gavin will never kick us away. There will be more benefits for us to explore."

Clay finalized the whole thing, "After you go back, think about it carefully, adjust your mentality and positioning, and don't ruin tomorrow's negotiations."

"What about me? What about my business?" Hansen was a little anxious at this time.

Clay really wanted to give up, but it was obviously inappropriate, so he could only patiently say: "Your business is not up to us. We will see the other party's attitude during the meeting tomorrow. If the other party's attitude is relaxed, we will definitely speak for you and find a way to send this box of crystals back."

"What if the other party's attitude is still as tough as today?" Hansen asked hurriedly.

"Then you can only accept these crystals temporarily, and leave all the goods you brought behind, leaving room for buffer. On the next trading day, you can come with Bed and ask him to find a way to ease the relationship and send the crystals back. Remember, as long as you still want to do business with him, you can't conflict with him tomorrow no matter what. You must find a way to send this box of crystals back to him no matter what, even if you have to beg him humbly." Clay emphasized the last few sentences.

"I understand." Hansen responded in a muffled voice.

As for whether he really understood or not, Clay didn't care so much.

After all, attitude is something that others can't control, and the person involved must change it himself.

...

On the other side.

As soon as Gavin and his companions returned to the Black Well Tribe, the young priest asked a similar question impatiently, "Mr. Gavin, why are you so angry? Aren't we allies?"

"We treat them as friends and allies. Others may not have the same idea as us, but treat us as fat sheep, fat sheep to be slaughtered at will."

Gavin's face was no longer angry, and he explained with a smile, "If they dare to ask us to open the door today, they will dare to break into our treasure house tomorrow and plunder it wantonly. Before it comes to that, we have to knock them down first and let them find their position. Only in this way can this business last for a long time and this friendship can continue. Otherwise, sooner or later, we will draw our swords against each other."

The ongoing dragon-hunting ceremony in the Black Well Square is just an introduction. The rest is that Gavin improvised and took advantage of the topic.

He had long been dissatisfied with the attitude of the caravan, but at that time, his power was still weak and he relied heavily on the other party, so he could only swallow his anger. Now that he has a certain confidence, he will naturally nip this evil trend in the bud.

As for whether he will offend all the merchants and drive them all away.

Gavin has never worried about this problem. Merchants are profit-seeking by nature. As long as there is profit, let alone this conflict, even if they have drawn knives and seen blood, they can still sit down and talk for the sake of profit.

What's more, in order to increase the bargaining chips, Gavin threw out a box of real gold and silver. Now even if he forces them with a knife, they will not leave.

"So that's how it is." The young priest seemed to understand, patted her chest that was bulging like a bun, and said, "My heart almost jumped out just now, I was afraid that Mr. Gavin would throw all the boxes out, then it would be exposed."

It is true that the half-ogre brought four small wooden boxes with him, but in fact, only one of them was filled with more than half of the spirit crystals, and the rest were all broken stones that Anna had just stuffed in according to Gavin's instructions.

It is true that the three small wooden boxes were made to hold the spirit crystals, but the problem is that those spirit crystals have not been dug out yet.

The next second, the young priest began to feel distressed again, saying: "Since Mr. Gavin didn't break up with them, why did he throw a box of spirit crystals to them? Isn't it like throwing meat buns at dogs? We worked hard to get them in exchange for food."

Anna didn't have much concept of the value of spirit crystals, but she felt sorry for giving away her own things for nothing.

"Don't worry, I guarantee that the box of crystals will be returned intact in no time, without a single missing piece." Gavin was confident, "Because they are greedy enough."