Chapter 102

The caravan in Honghe town came earlier than planned.

After hearing the news of the destruction of the bloody hand clan, these businessmen hurried to the northern suburb of Qingquan city in only two and a half days.

The longer the delay, the colder the weather, and the probability of survival of prisoners will decrease. They need to transport these prisoners back to Honghe town before they freeze to death, and then sell them to suitable buyers.

If more than half of you die on the way back, you won't make any money on this trip

Under the heavy snow, the dusty caravan arrived at the door of the abandoned tire factory.

A man in a cotton coat with a semi-automatic rifle on his chest came out.

Looking up at Chu Guang and Hain standing on the gate, he said in a loud voice.

"I'm an employee of the horseshoe firm. All the goods you want are here!"

Hain's bodyguard named Wen was also in the caravan.

However, his identity did not allow him to interrupt here, so he just stood next to the yak carrying goods and cleaned the bullet nest of the runner rifle to pass the boring time.

"Wait a minute."

Chu Guang made a gesture and then looked at the player.

Waiting for the plot, the players who could not wait to see the manager immediately turned the winch and opened the wooden stronghold door.

As the gate opened, a group of Marauder prisoners came out of the dungeon dejectedly under the custody of four players.

"Be honest!"

"Don't dawdle!"

In fact, these predators didn't delay, but players just wanted to shout something, or they always felt something was missing.

Due to the lack of language, the predators and prisoners could not understand what the blue coats were saying. They could only feel it from the shaking muzzle of the gun, probably urging them forward.

Looking at the yak team at the gate of the stronghold and the horseshoe shaped badge, many predator veterans have guessed their end, with a dead despair on their face.

There were only a few young predators with a blank face. They didn't know where they would be taken and what would happen.

Players holding rifles whispered aside.

Some of them died in the war a few days ago and are now alive.

Makabazi: "there are some prisoners who look familiar."

Debt big eye: "Hey, who killed you?"

Makabazi: "who knows, it's so dark and bullets are whizzing. I don't think it's the black hand under the other side. Gan! I'm angry when I think about it. How can I die."

Debt big eye: "all right, you're done in one sentence, and no one hates you. You've been mended by your teammates. Do you think you don't check the gun eye afterwards?"

Makabazi: "well, don't talk about it... You say, where will these marauders be sent?"

Debt big eye: "it seems that the manager is going to sell them to Honghe town."

Makabazi: "Honghe town?"

Debt big eye: "there are in the official website setting set, haven't you seen it? It's a town under Qingquan City, which looks like dozens of kilometers. There are many pre war landfills there, and the slaves sold there will be sent to the mine and dug to death."

"Tut Tut, it's terrible..." makabazi turned his eyes and suddenly thought, "but then again, if I sell myself and then commit suicide, wouldn't I be able to whore for nothing?"

Hearing this operation, the whole person was shocked.

"Sleeping slot, where do you put this card bug?"

Although the crimes they committed were enough to be hanged on the gallows ten times, Chu Guang retained their basic human rights, allowing them to keep their clothes and shoes, eat the meat with unknown ingredients in the warehouse, and simply wrap it with a small amount of bandages.

It's not out of pity.

He was simply worried that too many of these people died and affected his income.

The good days of these people are still ahead.

"30?" the leading man counted the number of prisoners, looked at Chu Guang and asked, "why is one less?"

"Maybe it's frozen to death."

Chu Guang, who came down from the stronghold gate, looked back as if nothing had happened and just saw a player dragging a broken leg body out of the dungeon.

Seeing that the numbers were right, the leading man nodded without saying anything. He just asked the guard behind him to help unload the goods.

If they finish the deal early, they can go home early.

……

According to the agreement between Chu Guang and hain, each prisoner will exchange equivalent goods according to the standard of 20 kilograms of crude salt, whether disabled or not.

One of the 31 prisoners died, counting 30, totaling 600 kilograms of crude salt.

Here, crude salt is a specialty of Honghe town and the general equivalent of the transaction between the two sides.

It was useless for Chu Guang to ask for so much crude salt, so in addition to 200 kg of crude salt, the other 400 kg of crude salt were replaced by some specialties of Honghe town.

These include 30 revolver rifles, eight boxes of manual bullets made of more than 4000 rounds of copper skin, a large number of copper ingots, zinc ingots, chromium ingots, and strong oxidants such as potassium permanganate.

The former meets the defense needs of the outpost, while the latter is the raw material driving the industrialization of the outpost.

In addition, there are some hardware parts used in processing machinery, as well as some mechanical parts such as gears and transmission shafts, which are mainly prepared for the landlady of the weapons store.

Although several small players majoring in metallurgy can also make it manually, the problem of steelmaking has not been solved, and the material strength is always a hard injury.

The quality of hand milled tools can only be said to be inexhaustible. It's OK to deal with it. In actual use, the wear loss is surprisingly high, and even have to be changed once in a few days.

So Chu Guang doubted several times whether Xia Yan did it deliberately to be lazy.

Although the industrial capacity of Honghe town is not comparable to that of Jushi City, there is still no problem in producing some processing tools, and the quality is fairly acceptable.

Chu Guang bought several more sets this time. It should be no problem to use them in the spring of the next year.

In order to transport these goods, the horseshoe firm mobilized a total of ten mutant yaks, and also equipped eight gunmen with wheel rifles as guards.

Looking at these people unloading, Chu Guang glanced at Hain next to him and said.

"Well, that man said he was an employee of a horseshoe firm. Are they your colleagues?"

Hain explained with a smile.

"Although we are all employees of the horseshoe firm, employees like me may be a little different from those you understand. In short, our relationship with the firm is more like cooperation than employment. The caravan guards and yaks you see are the property of the firm, and the goods are bought by our employees themselves."

Chu Guang's heart moved.

"From the firm?"

Hain looked at Chu Guang in surprise. It seemed to be an accident. He actually knew, nodded and said.

"Yes, our goods are purchased uniformly from the commercial firm, and the sellers are basically the customers of the commercial firm... Except this time, we will reconcile every transaction, deduct the cost of purchasing and hiring guards, and we need to distribute 60% of the profits to the commercial firm."

This sounds a bit like a franchisee system.

Purchase, logistics and even customer relations are "headquarters", while businessmen like Xiang Hain are like franchisees.

In this way, even if the business loses money, the horseshoe firm does not have to bear any risk, and the loss is entirely the franchisee's own.

If the business makes money, the firm will draw 60% of the income.

No, even if it is a loss, it is also a profit for the firm.

After all, all "franchisees" take goods from the commercial firm. It is certainly impossible for the commercial firm to sell these goods to the franchisees at the cost price, and some profits must be intercepted.

Thinking of this, Chu Guang couldn't help feeling.

These natives are still good at cutting leeks.

Compared with them, I'm so kind!

However, this trading model can be used for reference in the future.

For example, it is used on the business running system.

……

"Goodbye, my friend. I hope I can have a pleasant deal with you next spring!"

The delivery of the goods was finally completed. Hain stood next to the caravan with his two bodyguards and took off his hat to pay tribute to Chu Guang.

Chu Guang smiled faintly and waved his hand.

"Have a nice trip."

Said Hain with a hearty smile.

"Hahaha, I'm afraid we have to go against the wind for a while! Let's go first. Good luck!"

The party started on the road.

At this time, Chu Guang noticed that the maid soldier following Hain suddenly turned around and looked at him bitterly.

The sight just touched, but the maid soldier was not ashamed. She even casually threw a kiss at him across the air and left a sentence on her lips, "we'll see you again.",

Then she disappeared into the vast snow and fog with the caravan.

Chu Guang was slightly stunned. He frowned and thought about it for a while. He didn't remember the man's name, but he was confused about her last behavior.

Is it... Wendy?

Or Helen?

After all, he only heard the merchant named Hain once. Who would pay attention to the name of the mercenary next to a merchant?

Forget it, don't bother to think about such unimportant problems.

Chu Guang shook his head and asked the player to load the materials exchanged for slaves into the cart and prepare to drag them back to the warehouse of the outpost base.

However, although Chu Guang himself doesn't care, he can't stand the gossip enthusiasm of the players around him. Especially when I saw the last kiss, a group of people suddenly wanted to go to the Mariana Trench.

"I'm GIAO! There's a story in that look!"

"I saw it! That kiss!"

"Did you say what happened to the manager and that woman?"

"Not really? They only stayed for a few days."

"It's been a few days, too!"

"Gan, what about the landlady of the weapons store?"

"Big news! A one million word story between the manager and the caravan maid!"

"Tut Tut, it's not simple! It's definitely not simple! It looks like a yellow haired book!"

"I see. Let brother mole draw a book when you go back!"

Tut.

These people are really.

I think of my thigh when I see my white arm.

Chu Guang eyebrows make complaints about, and finally restrained the urge to Tucao, and maintained a NPC's reserve.

With a cough, he urged the players who stopped to gossip and forgot their business to continue their work.

"Hurry up!"

"While the snow is not as heavy at noon, we'll drag all the goods back!"

At the urging of Chu Guang, the players finally stopped dawdling and loaded the packed goods on the wooden cart.

Even if they still chatter, they haven't stopped from beginning to end.

Finally, they packed up their things and were ready to go on the road.

Looking at the village gate behind him, the [site youth and brick] on duty stepped forward and asked Chu Guang for instructions.

"Dear manager, what about this stronghold? Do you need to keep it?"

There was nothing in the stronghold. He wondered if he could get the task reward in advance if he didn't need it.

Chu Guang thought for a few seconds and ordered.

"The stronghold gate burned."

"The rest is for the alien."

This stronghold is too far away from the resurrection point of players, and its geographical location has no strategic value, so it is unnecessary to keep it.

Moreover, just standing inside, Chu Guang felt that his San value was falling.

I really can't figure out how these marauders settled down here with peace of mind.

[site boy and brick] nodded excitedly and took the command.

"Yes!"

Sabotage is much more interesting than cutting down trees!

……

Chu Guang can trust the search ability of players.

It's like digging three feet, not to mention not even letting go of the chips hidden in the corner of the cabinet, but even the whole cabinet was moved back.

There was hardly anything left that could be used in the stronghold of the whole bloody hand clan.

What is left is either inconvenient to take away or has no recycling value.

Like the dried meat in the warehouse.

Obviously, a considerable part of the meat was not taken from normal prey.

After air drying, it is difficult to distinguish which is the meat of prey and which is the meat of the same kind.

Out of his mental cleanliness, Chu Guang simply didn't want it.

Part of the feed was thrown to the predators in the dungeon. The prisoners ate it for a while, and the rest was simply hung on the cantilever of the warehouse of the tire factory.

Quan should feed rats and cockroaches.

As for potatoes such as croissants, grains full of grains, and a vegetable that looks like Chinese cabbage, Chu Guang asked people to take it back.

These are good things.

Especially those vegetables, which add up to three or four thousand kilograms, are mixed with grains and meat. They can eat enough for a long time and balance the nutrition of clones.

Not surprisingly, the food was probably brought by the predators from brown farm in the autumn wind.

In addition to food, there are also some fur such as hyena skin, deer skin, wild boar skin and even bear skin. There are 230 pieces.

It is unlikely that all these furs come from bate street.

There are only 100 families in Bette street. Even if the bone marrow of the old leech is extracted, it may not be able to collect these tributes.

Chu Guang speculated that a considerable part of it must have been contributed by other nearby survivor settlements.

The marauders had been busy all autumn collecting stolen goods. Before they could enjoy them, they all cheapened their new owners.

Chu Guang naturally had no intention of returning them.

Rules on waste soil.

Whoever finds it belongs to him.

The village gate ignited a raging fire, and the sparks blown by the north wind kept floating in the direction of the main building.

Looking at the fire in front of him and thinking of the contents of the two diaries, Chu Guang had some subtle feelings in his heart.

Pull out the "Silver Snake" left wheel inserted in his waist, and he fired a shot at the sky.

"Bang --!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the snow covered street and drowned in the wind and snow. It was a confession to the dead here.

Wave away the white smoke from the barrel.

Chu Guang inserted the revolver back into the gun bag made of rattan, turned and looked at the waiting players and walked in front of them.

"Go home!"