Chapter 213

Vicky has been in business for more than 40 years, and it's the first time he plans a deal. He skillfully used the green cherry fruit to sell the crude sugar at the price of honey. This is a profitable business and Weiqi's masterpiece.

In the process of doing business for more than ten months, Weiqi keenly realized that after the Warhammer mercenary regiment ran this trip, he could get rid of him at any time and work alone. If he wanted to continue to participate in this business path, he must reflect irreplaceable value.

Weiqi believes that reselling mountain products is too simple. Only by relying on business channels and making an industry can we maintain our position, and operating the preserves industry is a good idea.

First of all, the price of crude sugar is not expensive. You can buy it in Heibao Town, and green cherry fruit even spends money, which determines that the cost of crude sugar preserves is very low. Secondly, candied fruit is not sensitive goods, which is conducive to transportation and storage. Even if it is seized by the Lord, it will not cause great trouble. Finally, candied fruit has always been a noble dessert and a symbol of identity, while ordinary vassals can't afford to eat candied fruit, but can afford crude candied fruit.

Crude candied fruit has low cost, low risk and large profit, but Weiqi knows that these conditions are useless, and business is the key. As long as this trade route can avoid the Lord's exploitation, even selling cow dung can make money. However, crude candied fruit can fully tap the potential of business.

Weiqi's plan is very simple. He buys crude sugar in Heibao Town, asks the mountain people to make preserves, and then transports the preserves to various towns for sale through trade routes. In the candied fruit industry, the Warhammer mercenary regiment controls the business road, is responsible for transportation and security, and should share the bulk of profits. Although the mountain people's village is a part of the business road, they have no right to speak, and can only be responsible for production and supply. They can be sent off with a small profit. After the candied fruit is produced, someone must go out to distribute goods, settle accounts, manage up and down, operate funds, buy materials and buy shops. The mercenaries can't do these things, especially the mountain people, and wedge is very good at it. He's going to make a small head out of it.

Weiqi is determined to run this industry well. As long as he uses preserves and trade routes to expand the scope of trade, attract merchants and buy off mountain people, he may not be able to turn away from customers in the future. If he finds a backer, he can even kick out the Warhammer mercenary regiment.

When he learned about the plight of the hammer, wedge was really anxious. The Warhammer mercenary regiment uses so many refined iron arrows and crude sugar. If they can't get the fire element crystal, the "big man" of Randall's family will not let them go. The hammer can only run away, and wedge's plan will come to naught. Therefore, Vicky tried his best to help the mercenary regiment get the crystal.

Weiqi carefully planned and considered all the details, which was the plan to throw snow candy preserves to Baron garrot. In fact, it doesn't matter whether head hammer can get snow sugar or not. It's best to get snow candy. The candied fruit business can be bigger. It doesn't matter if you can't get it. Weiqi didn't intend to involve Baron garrot, as long as he can cheat the fire element crystal. But Wei Qi never thought that Baron garrot refused.

Wedge was like a gambler who had lost his underpants. His face was pale and his mind was blank.

Why? Why? Why? How could the LORD be so short-sighted to give up a way of money for 800 pounds of crude sugar? Did he see something wrong? No way!

The carefully planned business was rejected. Vicky was not only heartbroken, but also the egg. He trembled to explain to Baron garrot, but saw a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, so he could no longer lift any courage. At this time, a powerful hand pressed on wedge's shoulder. It was a hammer.

The hammer stepped forward and said respectfully, "Lord, I ask for wrestling."

Garrot looked at the hammer and said in surprise, "are you from Neville?"

"Yes." The hammer said in a deep voice: "more than 20 years ago, the ogre ravaged the north of Neville. My people and I wandered to dodo, became mercenaries and fought with the Sassanians. Now there are only a few brothers left."

"Many people died in that ogre disaster..." Baron garrot sighed and raised his voice, "since you are from Neville and have fought with the Sassanians, I agree to your request. Do you make terms or methods?"

"I make a condition." The hammer said, "if we win, purple sugar will take us away. If we lose, purple sugar will stay."

"That's it? No flame crystal?"

The hammer shook his head, and garrot said with appreciation, "OK! Play the martial arts field, one-on-one, wrestle, and decide the outcome! Go down and prepare."

The hammer bowed to garrot and dragged the dejected wedge out of the hall. The housekeeper Vidal was very puzzled about the Baron's choice. He asked suspiciously, "Sir, why do you refuse the fat man's proposal? We can't buy purple sugar and snow sugar. Isn't it a loss of money?"

"What do you know?!"

Baron garrot stared at the housekeeper and smiled again. He had just surprised fat wedge, and now he was going to surprise the hammer again.

"Let Horus fight."

The wrestling field of the neville people is a high platform made of bluestone, 50 square meters square, surrounded by pits filled with mud. According to the rules, the wrestling parties can't use weapons or wear iron armor. They have a fight with bare hands. They lose by falling into the mud pit and win by standing on the stage. The loser is covered in stinky mud and has to unconditionally implement the prior agreement. The winner stands on the stage and enjoys the cheers of the audience.

Neville people are fierce and aggressive. The way to solve disputes with struggle is the invention of church priests. It is not only relatively safe, but also highly competitive and entertaining. It can bet and gamble. Therefore, it is deeply loved by neville people. For hundreds of years, wrestling has gradually become a Neville tradition. Even the Lord can't overturn the agreement between the two sides. However, the two sides must first obtain the consent of the Lord (or agent) before they can start the struggle, which is a respect for the Lord's authority.

The news that the leader held the wrestling soon spread all over the town. In just four quarters of an hour, thousands of people gathered around the wrestling field. Some led sheep, some carried grain, some carried salt cans, and some carried animal skins. The atmosphere was as warm as going to the market.

"Hurry up! Those who bet on mercenaries win stand on the left and lose one! Those who bet on guards win stand on the right and lose two!"

Vidal screamed in the audience. In the wrestling field, only the bull was alone.

Manniu is nearly two meters tall, tall and burly, with black muscles, cold eyes and calm expression. He is obviously an experienced and powerful soldier. Although his opponent has not played yet, most people are optimistic about him with a 1-1 odds.

The townspeople threw their bets on Vidal's left. After all the bets were cast, Vidal showed a cunning smile and made a gesture towards the back. A symmetrical guard came out of the team and directly boarded the wrestling platform. When he put down his hat, the pot burst open off the court. Curses and boos broke out one after another. Even father miyad, who was wearing a priest's uniform, pointed at Vidal and cursed.

Baron garrot sat on the high platform, took a gulp of purple cane wine, rubbed his mouth rudely, and laughed proudly. The face of the hammer was as black as the bottom of the pot. He didn't expect that the Baron was so shameless that he sent knights to compete. Although he arranged the barbarian cattle to play, it was also unkind.

"Bull! Do your best! He's a knight!" The hammer shouted at the wrestling platform, and the bull nodded at him.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Knight Horus could not help laughing and scolding when he saw the townspeople and many soldiers spitting at him. Half of these bets would fall into his pocket.

"Hey, big man!" Horus turned his eyes to the bull opposite and said provocatively, "I'll take you to the mud pit and take a good bath!"

The bull was unmoved, his expression was numb, and Horus was a little surprised. At this time, Vidal sounded the gong and the wrestling began.

As soon as the Gong rang, the bull made a force from the tip of his feet, took his waist as the string and his arm as the arrow, crossed the distance of 8 meters in two steps, and hit Horus directly on the chest with a strong wind in his big fist. The action of the bull was as fast as a thunderbolt. Even the most elite soldiers could not react, but Horus responded as soon as he moved his steps.

Facing the fierce and fierce attack of the bull, Horus sat on his crotch and twisted his waist, and also greeted it with a punch. At the moment of contact, Horus felt an overwhelming force.

A fierce warrior of power!

Horus was surprised again. He didn't expect that there was a fierce soldier in the Warhammer mercenary regiment.

Surprise returned to surprise, and Horus's heart was neither flustered nor confused. Knights' fighting spirit is like breathing. Their strength, speed, perception, sensitivity, coordination and synchronization are integrated physically and mentally. Unless the opponent's attack exceeds their limit, they will never be caught off guard.

The bull moves fast and powerful, but there is no secret in the eyes of the knight. They can turn reality into emptiness, improve into retreat, and lead his actions to take the initiative. Horus has full confidence that he can throw the bull out of the wrestling table as long as he pulls, trips and pushes. However, Horus is Neville's Knight. He prefers to hit hard with hard, strong against strong.

The fighting spirit turned and the strength soared. Horus's fist hit the bull's fist heavily.

"Bang!"

The dull voice was not big, but it was as palpitating as the rolling thunder in the sky. Then there was a scream of tearing the silk and cracking the air. The turbulent flow rolled up the dust on the leather armor and formed a visible ripple in the air. Horus's knee bent first and then straightened, fixed in place, and the bull hit back at a faster speed.

Manniu is the first group of cattle subduing militia. Both wisdom and force have reached the level of elite guards. Over the past three years, he has perfected the cultivation of Fu Niu's secret form. Although he is still far from the highest level of snapping fingers and thunder, he can also give full play to his potential, and the simplification of lingmonkey's secret form also gives him excellent balance ability.

The bull was shot three meters away from the sky and staggered back. In the footsteps of "Dong", "Dong" and "Dong", the hard leather boots broke inch by inch, and it was about to fall out of the wrestling platform. The bull's body tilted at an angle of 45 degrees and ran along the edge of the stone platform. After a few steps, he changed his side to rush forward and slammed into Horus.

"Strong enough!"

The Horus Knight laughed wildly and resisted the unstoppable collision. This time, he was pushed out for 30 cm before he stopped steadily.

Wrestling!

The Knights and mercenaries on the stage entangle their arms and push each other. They desperately want to bring down their opponents. This is the collision of power and power, and the competition of skills and skills. This is real wrestling! The stunned audience gave out deafening cheers. They didn't expect such a wonderful turn and blood boiling competition in the battle that should have been a crushing battle.

The muscles of the bull's whole body came alive, rolling like green and black snakes under their skin armor. The audience could not see the difference, but Horus clearly felt that the bull was like a rolling ferocious python, and his strange power was like an endless stream of waves, one after another, getting bigger and harder to suppress. Gradually, Horus did his best.

Horus thought that was the strength limit of his opponent when he just defeated the bull, but he didn't know that the explosive power of the bull was limited to the physique of 17 points. If he broke out with all his strength, the bones would break. Only in close combat can the strength of the bull be fully reflected. Now Horus knew that his opponent's strength would never lose to himself.

Horus wanted to see the strength of the bull again, but his opponent's heart made a strong pulsating sound and was still steady. His face began to hang. The wrestling lasted less than half an hour, Horus's leather boots were broken, and his big toes were exposed. The most embarrassing thing was that the audience began to cheer for him!

Horus decided to end the wrestling. Instead of blindly resisting the opponent's power, he began to destroy the bull's center of gravity. The strength of the bull is comparable to that of the knight, but the skill and balance are thrown out of the street by the knight. Under the pull of the knight, the bull's feet finally left the ground. Horus threw hard to throw the bull out of the wrestling platform.

At the moment of being thrown out, the bull stretched his arm and grabbed his opponent's shoulder, while Horus stayed on his left shoulder to avoid the opponent's counterattack. By turning around, he pushed his right hand on the bull's waist and crotch and sent it into the mud pit.

"Lord Horus! Good job!"

"Let these foreigners know how powerful we garrot is!"

Although the townspeople lost the bet, they were elated that their Knight won. At some point Baron garrot stood up, stared at the bull in the mud pit for a moment, and said to the housekeeper, "ask the hammer to bring the bull to the castle to see me."

Hammer, wedge, and the washed bull stood in the castle hall again. Baron garrot asked the bull, "your name is bull? Is it from Neville?"

The bull scratched his head, bowed to the Baron and said, "yes."

The hammer quickly explained: "Sir, Manniu and Raum are compatriots and brothers, both of whom are in my village. Their minds are a little... Not smart."

"It's rare that both brothers are fierce soldiers." Garro nodded and said, "according to the rules, the crude sugar belongs to me."

"Yes, sir." The hammer bowed and said.

Baron garrot clapped his hands. Vidal put a wooden box in front of the hammer. Vicky next to him shouted, "fire element crystal!"

Garrot didn't even look at wedge. He said to the hammer, "as long as you send crude sugar and snow sugar and buy snow sugar preserves at the price of 25 copper sols, these fire element crystals will belong to you!"

The hammer looked blankly. He was ready to rob the crystal secretly, but the Baron robbed the crude sugar. He had to fight in response, otherwise the Baron would think they still had crude sugar in their hands, and then send someone to follow the robbery, which would disrupt the action of robbing the crystal.

Baron garrot narrowed his eyes and said, "it doesn't matter if you don't understand. Someone will understand. My guard will escort you out of here, but remember, if you can't send crude sugar and snow sugar, I'll give the prepared snow sugar preserves to the big chamber of Commerce for sale."

Hammer and others walked out of the castle in a fog. Housekeeper Vidal also asked in a fog: "Sir, you don't agree in front. Why do you agree now?"

"That fat man is a Dalit. His words are nice, but he is a castle built of green bricks. Jackals dig holes with their claws. What qualifications does he have to talk business with me?" The Baron sneered on his face and said, "it's different now. I'm interested in the mercenary regiment of two fierce soldiers. The little man behind the mercenary regiment won't be interested? I'm short of money. Can the little man be free of money?"

"Although he is a small man, he has crude sugar, snow sugar and a tough mercenary group for his use, so he is qualified to talk business with me! This way of wealth is still worth looking forward to..."

Vidal suddenly said, "so it is... Wise master! What do you mean by giving snow candy to the chamber of Commerce?"

Baron garrot had a sly smile on his seemingly rough face.

"If he doesn't do business with me, the big chamber of Commerce will cut off his wealth. As long as he is a smart man, he knows what to do!"