"Move quickly!"

"A bunch of useless things!"

"You haven't eaten at all!"

The pier echoed with the rude roar of the overseer and the crack of the whip. [.\nCOM Situ’s updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, and the error-free content is repaired in the most timely manner. Due to caching reasons, browser access is recommended.\nCOM official website]

The workers carrying boxes were like donkeys walking upright, working hard and coming back and forth between the deck of the cargo ship and the dock warehouse.

Not to mention the salary of eight silver coins an hour and eating in the same pot, even stopping for a break is a luxury here, and you have to beg the supervisor if you want to go to the toilet and drink water.

This is Sails Harbor.

This is the Westport that players joke about.

A healthy slave here only costs 1,000 dinars.

Even though the population has become so cheap, businessmen from Triumph City are still more inclined to rent.

In the eastern part of Zhongzhou Continent, many survivors have an "illusion" about the legion that distance creates beauty, and believe that the legion is actually very well-behaved.

However, in fact, it is just because they have come into contact with too few people from Weiland and do not yet understand the nature of these guys.

Every old resident of Fallen Leaf City knows very well what the Weirant people looked like when they first came to the River Valley Province, and what they looked like after being beaten in pain.

The reason why they behaved so well in the eastern part of Middle-earth was just because they were hurt by being beaten.

If it were Xifan Port, which was far outside the range of the alliance's power projection, they wouldn't even show it.

But what's interesting is that even though they have worked very hard to exploit the locals, they are still dwarfed by the local nobles in Borneo.

So much so that every time General McClung passed by here, he couldn't help but lament that he was too kind when he was in the River Valley Province and did not squeeze out the potential of the local survivors at all.

The residents living there are mainly the Wilant people, followed by merchants from Silver Moon Bay and other places, as well as local nobles and some free people in Borneo Province.

Since the slave trade was not prohibited locally, some nobles from Lowell State migrated here after the fall of Golden Gallen Port.

As for the players, they are almost invisible here.

After all, there is neither an airport nor a save point opened by the boss. It takes more than ten or twenty days to go here from the alliance port, and it takes another ten or twenty days to go back.

If you die here once, not only will the unsaved experience points be cleared, but all equipment and property will be exploded. This risk is completely disproportionate to the benefit!

However, although this place is useless to players, it has a completely different meaning to the people of Valant.

Since the civil servants of Triumph City borrowed this territory from the empire, they have brought clean streets, beautiful houses and bright street lights here.

Bennot and other civil servants have high hopes for the local development prospects.

Even though the nobles of the empire have become pedantic to the point of stubbornness, no one should be able to refuse the decent life of civilized people.

They can influence the nobles of Shizhou through the abundant life in Xifan Port, and then influence the nobles of Tiandu through the nobles of Shizhou.

They don't expect to educate the guys here to be very civilized, and they have no interest in doing charity, but they need an ally that is intimidating enough to share the pressure from the alliance with them.

On the port paved with sandstone bricks.

A bearded Willand man looked frequently at the diamond-encrusted pocket watch in his hand, with an expression on his face full of anxiety.

His name is Arman, and he is a businessman in the sugar and tea business. His main business is to deliver the sugar and black tea produced in West Sail Port to Triumph City and the ports controlled by the Southern Legion. He also occasionally acts as a slave trader.

According to the original plan, his fleet should set off in the morning to the "Eternal Night Port" of the Southern Legion on the southernmost side of the great desert, and then detour to the west of the Central Continent to bring the finest tea and sugar cubes back to Triumph City.

port.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

Just yesterday, a piece of news was announced from the Governor's Office, making the entire Weiland businessmen in West Sailor Port excited!

The legion's expedition to Haiya Province is over, and a large amount of equipment stranded on the front lines is on sale!

As long as you spend 10,000 dinars to purchase a voucher from the governor's office and pay a certain amount of deposit, you can pack and transport the treasures piled up in the Haiya Province at an ultra-low price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton.

!

The only requirement of the Governor's Office of Saifan Port is that these arms purchased through vouchers must be transported back to Saifan Port!

And the target of the sale must be the West Sailing Port Arms Reserve Bureau or the Empire!

Although this condition means that the selling price will be suppressed to a certain extent, it still cannot stop the enthusiasm of the Weiland merchants in Xifan Port.

After all, the price of less than 10,000 dinars per ton is so good, it’s almost like giving it for free!

They have been doing business for so many years, but they have never seen arms being sold by the pound!

Even if all the good stuff has been picked out and only some bullets are left, the profit is still more than 50%.

And if you can buy the Conqueror Tank of the Eastern Legion, your profit will be doubled!

Of course, Arman would not miss such a lucrative deal. Although he did not have the means to engage in arms trading, did this kind of business with closed eyes require any means?

What's more, if it doesn't work, you can still sell it to the Weapons Reserve Bureau in Saifan Port, so you don't have to worry about it falling on your hands.

Praise to His Majesty the US Marshal!

Praise Governor Huye!

This is almost obvious, the Governor's Office of Saipan Port sent them a New Year's gift!

However, what a coincidence is that Arman is obviously not the only one who thinks so.

The entire Saifan Port was like crazy, and the berths of the piers were packed to the brim.

The workers on the dock had just filled the boat with their front feet, and they didn't even have time to take a bite of dry food. They were immediately urged by the supervisors to unload the goods into the warehouse. If they were slower, they would be whipped.

But even so, in the face of the strong loading and unloading demand, the hard work of the coolies still seems to be a drop in the bucket.

The slaves themselves are to blame. After all, they are so hard-working and so cheap that the port of West Sail Port cannot use electrified loading and unloading equipment. In case of such a demand peak, the only option is to

Push yourself again.

Because there were so many ships rushing to unload, the port office and "labor agencies" had to go to nearby manors and plantations to mobilize a group of slaves and serfs.

Looking at the busy dock, the bearded captain said with a frown.

"At this rate, I'm afraid we won't leave until tomorrow morning."

Arman couldn't help but said.

"It's too slow. We have to hit the road today anyway!"

The captain's brows twitched fiercely and he looked at him with a wry smile.

"I understand your eagerness to make a fortune, but... you also have to consider the reality."

"Reality?" Arman put down his sleeves and looked at the captain with sharp eyes, "I tell you what reality is! Boxes and bundles of munitions are piled in Haiya Province, and they are weapons of the regular army! The one to the east

You losers have never been so generous! Merchant ships from the entire route are running there. If we get there late, we won’t even be able to drink soup!"

Facing that aggressive gaze, the captain swallowed.

"Okay, even if these coolies can unload the cargo before dark, should we go with an empty ship?"

"That's right, let's go with an empty boat!" Armen interrupted him without hesitation, and continued with an excited look, "Except for supplies, we don't need to bring anything with us! There is no time for us to hesitate.

In the past, we were not doing business, we were picking up money! Do you understand?"

When he said this, Armen softened his tone and patted his captain on the shoulder.

"Prepare as I told you, this deal is indispensable for your benefit... I can assure you that your share of this deal will be at least 1 million dinars!"

Upon hearing this generous reward, the captain subconsciously held his breath and nodded his neck unconsciously.

"good……"

One million dinars!

The captain’s ransom was not that high!

Compared with this property, going home to celebrate the New Year is nothing.

Watching the captain leave, Arman continued to cast his gaze at the Lion Clan foreman beside him, and his smile as warm as the spring breeze immediately fell.

"How long will it take to vacate my fleet?"

Faced with the urging of the Wilante man in front of him, Najib wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile on his face.

"I'll ask the supervisors to push again and try to make it before tomorrow -"

"As much as possible?"

Arman raised his eyebrows, stared at him, and said word for word, "I don't care what method you use, you must unload all the goods before dark!"

As soon as Najib heard this, the sweat that he had just wiped suddenly broke out from his forehead again.

"Sky, it's before dark, but sir, it's only three hours until dark -"

"That's your business." Arman said coldly without even looking at him, "The maximum extension is until eight o'clock in the evening. If you can't do it, I can only talk to your boss - or rather

My partner chatted.”

Hearing these words, Najib felt a faint chill on his back.

Although he is from the Lion Clan, he is just a commoner, nothing compared to those big shots with titles.
To be continued...