Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Rennes knows very well that the Kangao people are not short of money. They just live in the hinterland of the plains and stick to their traditions. They are not actually poor.

For example, he once went to the Bluestone Department and blackmailed him. It was 100 red-heart grasses and three bottles of blast potion, worth at least 1,500 gold.

The Bluestone Department has only more than 300 people and less than 80 households. If you live in the Sunshine Community and a family lives in a tent for about 2 gold coins a month, 1500 gold can pay nearly 20 months of rent.

This is far from the upper limit of the assets of the Bluestone Department. They planted red heart grass, cultivated moon spirit vines, and some extraordinary materials obtained by hunting exotic animals...

It can be said that it is fat!

"Mr. Ackerman, how is your rent here?" Zaro asked aloud.

He is very satisfied with the environment here. There is no problem in relocating the tribesmen. Except for the big tribes, most of the Khangao people's residences are not as good as here.

"The tent of 20 square meters is 2.2 gold coins a month, and the tent of 16 square meters is 1.8 gold coins." Renn said with a smile.

"It's so convenient..." Zaro stretched out a smile, then immediately stopped, closing his smile, and ecstatic.

Don't blame him, if it's just the rent, taking refuge for a year or two, with most of the savings in the homes of Kangao, there is no problem.

Looking at Zaro, who was forbearing and happy, Ren had a little disdain in his heart, and his face was still very enthusiastic.

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These shops in front of them are just conventional means. As long as the Kangao people live in, they are not afraid that they will not spend money.

"Mr. Ackerman, come and try fresh juice!"

Outside the juice store, a fat businessman in a black vest handed a glass of fresh orange juice to Rennes, and then slapped a few flatteries.

"Haha, we meet again, Mr. Ackerman."

A middle-aged trader with a must-have Hu gave Renne a pack of cigarettes. He sells alcohol and tobacco.

In the small commercial street, many shops in the special blue tents are already preparing merchandise.

After seeing Renn and his party, vendors kept smiling and greeted Renn and flattered a few words by the way.

Not surprisingly, within a week, Zaro will move 10,000 people over. By that time, 10,000 people will have enough food, clothing, housing and transportation to feed many merchants and vendors.

Just like a group of sharks smelled of blood, Sunshine Community has now attracted the attention of most of the businessmen in Dilamo City.

The stalls in the commercial street and the vegetable market have already been fully booked. It can be said that a few days ago, many self-employed and small businessmen came to the Bramble Security Company to ask for the boss of Rennes.

Rehn felt like he was a little bit depraved.

Now, walking on the commercial street in the downtown area of ​​Dilamo, people take the initiative to greet him every other segment.

He even received many banquet invitations from the upper class. He only went there once and received dozens of small notes.

Rich daughters and even many noble ladies looked at him with fiery eyes.

It's so cool...Ah, it's so shameless, this wicked capitalism, never want to corrupt me, the successor of socialism.

"Mr. Zaro, it's almost time to visit. I will have a banquet in the evening. How about we have a meal first and then sign the contract?"

Seeing that he had been strolling around, Rennes asked.

"No problem, I like it here very much, and I believe the people will be very satisfied." Zaro nodded and said loudly.

The housing problem was solved, and he was relieved.

Ren also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the other party had taken the bait, so he only needs to push it gently.

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Time flies quickly. When night falls, the Luoxia Hotel is brightly lit, and a night party is being held in the three-story luxurious large private room.

There are a lot of people in the private room. In addition to Rennes and Zaro, there are Garcia, Susanna, Wenxi, Sieg, Jenny, and a dozen cowboys from the Thorns Security Company.

The beautiful waiters in uniforms and black stockings presented dishes. Braised carp, corn ribs, beef with soy sauce and other meats had a strong fragrance, which made the index fascinating.Zero long literature website www.09wxw.com

There are also local "unpretentious" style specialties, cactus scrambled eggs, fried rattlesnakes, steamed lizard tails, dry fried scorpions...

"Come on, Mr. Zaro has worked hard these days, I toast you a glass!"

Renn picked up a bottle of beer with white foam and touched Zaro with a glass.

Grumbling, Zaro flushed with drinking, hiccups, and smiled.

As soon as the banquet began, the people from Brambles Security Company kept toasting him in various names, flattering, and uninterrupted.

"Come on, Mr. Zaro, I admire you for such a loving and righteous man. Please allow me to offer you a cup."

Sieg stood up, urn sounded, and said boldly.

A bit hot, Zaro took off his suit jacket, dressed in a white shirt, and had another drink with Sig.

Garcia at the other table smilingly holding two glasses, first pour two-thirds full of beer in the wide-mouth glass.

Then filled the small cup with "Red Flame" (a kind of spirit in this world, produced by the Silver Eagle Federation), and then sink the small cup into the wide-mouth cup to create a cup of "depth bomb".

"Mr. Zaro, the wine has been adjusted, please taste." Garcia stepped over and handed him the depth bomb.

"Ahem!"

After drinking this cup of raw material, Zaro only felt a burning pleasure in his throat, his head was a little dizzy, and he coughed a few times.

Renn's eyes motioned, and the beautiful waitress on the side quickly patted Zaro on the back.

"It's almost there, business matters." His head was dizzy, and Zaro didn't dare to drink any more.

"Susanna, take out the contract." Rennes ordered.

Susanna immediately took out a few documents from her black handbag, and Garcia handed over a "Fengchun" cigar and lighted it on Zaro.

With a cigarette dangling, Zaro, who was a little dizzy, went through the contract and passed the document to Jenny.

Jenny's eyes moved, exchanged a concealed look with Renn, and carefully read the contract again.

She whispered in Zaro's ear: "The treaty is okay, but I have to remind you that, as mentioned above, the contract is one year, and all the tents in Sunshine Community need to be filled."

This means that the next group of Kangao people will also have to live in the Sunshine Community until they are full, and they will have to live for one year, otherwise they will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.

"no problem."

When the drink was high, Zaro nodded with a dizzy head. The war will be carried out in a year, and more than 20,000 people will move out. These conditions are not a problem in his opinion.

The conditions in the Sunshine Community are perfectly acceptable. He still finds it troublesome when the next group of people come to sign a contract.

In fact, Renn did not make any tricks in the contract, he just wanted to maximize his profits, so as not to be dug into the corner to grab business.

Of course, not doing tricks does not mean not digging holes, not squeezing the oil and water of these indigenous people, I am simply sorry for this opportunity.

Everything was settled, Zaro picked up the quill, signed it, and pressed his fingerprint, and the contract came into effect.

Upon seeing this, Jenny got up and quit with an excuse that she was too strong to drink, and Susanna also left.

The banquet did not end. Zaro, who had finished the business, was not bound. Under the instigation of Rennes, Garcia, Sieg, and Wenxi, they continued to eat and drink.

"Come on, Mr. Zaro, look up for a long time, I will toast you a glass."

"As expected to be a good man in the plains, he is indeed massive, and one more cup."

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The company’s newly recruited cowboys also toasted one after another, and frantically touted it, almost not blowing Zaro to the sky.

Ryan sat aside, dangling the glass, watching all this, smiling like a big bad wolf.

The capitalist sugar-coated cannonball offensive has only begun now.

Eating, drinking, gambling, drunkenness, drunkenness and wealth, Haitian prosperous... Well, in short, the days are still long.