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Chapter 712 The night that decided the fate of Golden Gallon Port

 The dusk sun gradually sank into the sea, and the sparkling golden color gradually faded away against the tide.

A young man wearing a sapphire blue shawl and a dress woven from devil's silk walked straight out of the Kurdistan Region, and the most luxurious hotel in the port area caught his eye.

The name of the hotel is "Triumph".

It is said that the owner here is a local citizen of Golden Gallen Port.

After the alliance seized control of the settlement and confirmed the ownership of the property, it returned the hotel located on the edge of the harbor to its original owner and changed its business license.

In order to thank the alliance for its generosity and to celebrate the liberation of Golden Gallen Harbor, the owner immediately changed the name of the hotel from "Imperial" to "Triumph".

I heard that the guy actually wanted to change the name to "League" at first, but the city hall rejected it on the grounds that "misleading logos are not allowed."

Dalia didn't care about the origin of this hotel, but what interested him was the alliance's attitude towards the port.

Obviously, at this point in the war, the Alliance soldiers will probably not withdraw from here, or even if they withdraw, they will not withdraw completely.

After investing such a huge cost, even if they are not prepared to directly include this place as part of the alliance's territory, they will at least establish a puppet Z government there for indirect control.

Otherwise, there is no need for them to distribute food to the locals. Instead, they should directly rob the pockets of these survivors like the Wilantes did.

Or at least rob those fat and oily nobles.

Judging from the current performance, Dalia can almost conclude that the alliance is not just taking off the shackles of the slaves and leaving it alone, but intends to seriously manage this land.

If this is true, then this settlement with a population of over one million will undoubtedly usher in a huge development opportunity, and it may become the second Silver Moon Bay!

As an armed trader with his own cargo ship and private guard, if he doesn't even have the most basic business sense, he might as well sell the ship and go home to farm.

However, it is impossible for him to only consider the benefits of one thing and ignore the objective risks. If the money earned cannot be taken away, it will be meaningless.

Doing business on the shore is different from that at sea. The latter is a one-and-done deal. At most, you need to check the weather at sea and deal with alien species and less powerful pirates, while the former requires constant dealing with complicated local forces.

Especially a place like Golden Gallen Harbor.

This was once the largest population trading port on the Borneo Sea coast, and the local situation may be more complicated than he imagined.

He needs to figure out two things.

What kind of order does the alliance intend to establish locally?

as well as--

How far can they go?

He believed that he was not the only one who was curious about these two questions, but all the merchants who docked here were also full of curiosity.

It just so happened that the authorities of Golden Gallen Port prepared a welcome dinner for these guests from afar at the Triumph Hotel.

I heard that important people from this settlement will appear at this banquet.

He could just take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe...

We walked on the red carpet in front of the hotel.

He showed the invitation in his hand to the waiter standing aside, who bowed slightly and made an invitation gesture to the inner door.

"This way, sir."

I always felt that the waiter's temperament was a bit unusual, so Dalia couldn't help but curiously mentioned it.

"Are you a noble here?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently and said.

"Of course not, I am a servant of a nobleman...but those 'iron men' returned my freedom, and now I am employed in this hotel."

"Iron Man..." Chewing the word repeatedly, Dalia then continued to ask curiously, "Do you know that they are actually members of the Alliance?"

The waiter nodded slightly and continued politely.

"I know, but I'm used to it, and so are a lot of people here."

Dalia stared at the waiter's eyes for a while, trying to find the brand of slave in his eyes, but unexpectedly found that she couldn't find it.

The waiter's eyes did not dodge, he just responded to his gaze in a normal manner, without being overly flattering or respectful to the point of embarrassment, just like one person looking at another person.

Dalia couldn't help but have a trace of surprise in her eyes.

On the way from the reservoir area to here, every local he saw had their heads lowered, and even a casual eye contact would make them run away hastily.

Even though most of them were born freemen.

It can be seen that the master the waiter served must have been a great person, otherwise the servants at home would not have received a good education.

At least in Borneo, this kind of self-esteem is extremely rare...

"...You give me a completely different feeling from others. It seems that your former master must have been a great guy."

Upon hearing this, the waiter smiled and said softly.

"I am very grateful to Governor Nihak for cultivating me. Whether it was for showing off or for other purposes, he made me learn to read and write. As for whether he is great, please allow me to reserve a negative opinion. This and

Whether I thank him or not is another matter."

Amused by this interesting statement, Dalia said with a smile.

"You shouldn't be a waiter here. You should go out on a boat to make more money."

The waiter nodded slightly.

"It's been less than a month since I got my freedom. I plan to start with the work I can do well. Maybe I will consider your suggestions in the future... By the way, we have been chatting for too long. Can you please let me take you to move?

Walk to the banquet hall?"

He was not the only waiter at the door, but the banquet was about to begin.

Realizing that she had disturbed his work, Dalia immediately said with a hearty smile.

"Please take me there... By the way, my name is Dalia, can you tell me your name?"

The waiter nodded slightly.

"Of course, my name is Zaid."

Zaid…

Dalia silently remembered the name in her mind.

It seems that this land is not completely hopeless.

Not all of the millions of faces have the same look of despair, there is still a faint sparkle of fire emitting a glow like a firefly.

Following Zaid's footsteps to the banquet hall, Dalia saw that the spacious hall was almost filled with guests dressed in gorgeous clothes.

All kinds of faces gathered in the luxuriously decorated banquet hall, and people gathered in small groups to chat with each other.

He noticed two familiar faces.

One of them is Bugala, the sausage tycoon of Silver Moon Bay. The sausages in the entire Camelback Kingdom are produced in the meat processing factory under his name!

And the other person is even more incredible. He is actually Ikabu, the president of the Silver Moon Bay Merchants Association! The textiles produced by the industry under his name account for 30% of the market of the entire Camelback Kingdom and 23% of the textile industry exports. Due to the huge tax revenue contributed

, and was therefore received by the King of Camelback Kingdom and given the title of honorary knight.

Dalia had a look of surprise on her face.

I didn't expect this guy to be here!

He only knows now!

What surprised him even more was the content of the conversation between the two.

While I was still hesitating, they seemed to be thinking about investing in building a factory here?!

"I heard that Baiyue Company plans to build a steel plant and a cement plant here."

"Oh? Who did you hear that from?"

"I just went around Cavalier Road, and there was a recruitment notice posted there. A worker was offered a monthly salary of 1,500 gallons."

"1500 gallons... isn't that 150 silver coins?!"

"It's very cheap, isn't it? No dog in Dawn City would even look at this salary, but it is already a high salary for the locals. If the import tax is not very high and the supply of materials at the port can be stable, this money will be enough to exchange for

With more than 100 kilograms of corn, they probably don’t even eat that much soil in a month.”

"Hiss... when you say that, I suddenly feel that the salary is too high."

"I'm just afraid that the alliance will implement their labor laws here."

"It's not impossible, but we will probably refer to the actual local situation. Dawn City will not use the current set of rules on the first day... and if we really have to pay them 7,200 gallons a month according to the laws of the alliance, I bet they will

Immediately exchange all your salary for food."

"Haha, that would be a disaster... But with a monthly salary of 150 silver coins, if they can spend one-third of their income on clothes, beds and curtains, I'm afraid there will be a considerable market."

"You're going to open a textile factory here?"

"Why not? This is the origin of linen and dyes. The embargo of the empire may be a problem, but it should get better when the ceasefire agreement officially comes into effect."

Although eavesdropping was a bad behavior, Dalia still listened carefully to every word in their conversation, and was tickled by the business opportunities in it.

He is engaged in grain import and export. It may be difficult to expand his business onshore. Cross-border business will definitely not defeat these big guys who have been deeply involved in their respective fields for more than ten years.

But then he thought of someone——

It was the waiter he saw at the hotel door just now.

First, the fight in the second industry will definitely be extremely fierce, but it seems that no one in the tertiary industry, especially the service industry, pays attention to this sector yet.

He doesn't have much capital, but while there isn't much hot money in Golden Gallen Port right now, it's more than enough to invest in one or two hotels.

If there are really so many big guys who are optimistic about the future business prospects here, it seems like a good idea to make money from those big guys.

Dalia's mind couldn't help but become active.

Maybe after the party is over, he can talk to that interesting young man...

The people chatting at the scene were not only the merchants of Silver Moon Bay, but also some local merchants and the nobles living on Tulip Street.

Perhaps because they were dragged out of their homes some time ago, although many small and medium-sized nobles are still trying to maintain their dignity with a smile, a considerable number of big nobles whose interests have been harmed have dissatisfaction written on their faces.

It's not entirely dissatisfaction with the alliance.

And also for those "new aristocrats" who are "making trouble".

For example, the militia leader named Lacy was drunk before the party even started, like a baboon that couldn't find its own home.

What's even more hateful is that Sheriff Bihari turned out to be just a dog owned by Governor Nihak. Now he has a new owner, and his nose is almost up to the sky!

Not to mention the likes of Port District Sheriff Mandal, the way they waggle their tails is simply disgusting.

It really blinded their eyes!

Don’t even look at who has the truly noble bloodline!

At this moment, a burst of moderate clapping suddenly came from the center of the banquet hall.

"Please be quiet for a moment. Please allow me to take up a little of your precious time before the banquet begins."

Hearing the voice, everyone turned their attention to the center of the banquet hall, and saw a man in a blue coat standing there with a smile.

Whether it was his handsome face, the intellectual elegance inadvertently revealed between his brows, or the iconic coat he wore, they immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

The residents of the shelter were all very good-looking, but except for the ladies and young ladies whose eyes were burning with passion, most of the guests focused their attention more on his coat.

Vault 404!

Looking at that young face and the all-too-familiar clothes, Dalia couldn't help but feel a glimmer of expectation in her eyes.

The main event is finally here!



Looking at those pairs of eyes focused on expectation, Fang Chang finally felt a little bit of the fun of being a manager.

People looked forward to it, paying attention to every word he said, pondering over every word he said, and betting all their hopes and wealth on him.

This is even more pleasing to him than the balance of his savings account.

He felt that he was holding a huge force in his hands.

Under the influence of this power, he can not only turn dirt into gold, but also gold into dirt, and even turn the dream he had last night into reality——

Of course, this is just an exaggerated metaphor.

Ever since he got the helmet, he hasn't had those weird dreams for a long time.

"...Welcome to Golden Gallen Port. This is a banquet prepared for you. You are the host of this banquet. I don't intend to take up too much time."

Using a self-effacing phrase as his opening remarks, Fang Chang cleared his throat in front of everyone and continued politely.

"I only want to say two things."

"Our original intention of coming here has not changed at all. We want to establish an order in Golden Gallen Port that can be maintained for a long time, and it is a normal order. Otherwise, the blood shed for this will be meaningless. Of course, we will not go too far.

Accusing the local survivors that they must eat the same rice as us, we only make the most basic requirements on matters of principle. As for what kind of life they want to live in the future, this is a question that the locals should think about themselves."

"Secondly, an order that cannot fill the stomach is empty talk. While establishing a new order, we will focus on economic construction. After all, only by making the lives of local survivors comfortable and allowing them to regain hope for the future, hospitals and

Only then will schools spring up from this land like mushrooms after a rain, and only then will the order we establish gain real meaning."

"To this end, the new authorities have approved a series of 37 infrastructure plans including road construction, bridge repair, drainage facility repair, shanty town reconstruction, etc. The specific project plans have been posted on the bulletin board of the city hall. I am very grateful.

Interested friends can go to the Government Affairs Hall for consultation. If you are not sure, you can come directly to the Governor's Office at the port and ask me."

"The total budget of the project is around 1 billion gallons, and it is expected to leverage a tens-billion-scale market... After all, there are so many people in this settlement. Even if you can make each person earn 55 more gallons per day, you can take it from their pockets."

Earning half of their annual income is enough."

Fang Chang noticed that when he said these words, even the local nobles and gentry who originally had dissatisfied expressions on their faces could not help but show moved expressions at this moment.

Although they are pedantic, it does not mean that they have not learned arithmetic.

Ten billion gallons!

In other words, it’s one billion silver coins!

Although the Xilan Empire does not use silver coins as its main foreign exchange reserves, judging from the attitudes of those Silver Moon Bay merchants, they widely agree that the exchange rate between dinars and silver coins is 3~5:1.

In other words, this market is worth at least three billion dinars! Even more amazing than His Majesty’s local deposits!

After finishing this math problem with their fingers, almost every noble had an expression of disbelief on their face.

After all, even if all the livestock in the entire settlement were sold at an average price of 1,000 dinars, they would never fetch such an astonishing price.

No--

Rather, not even a fraction of the three billion is enough!

Fang Chang knew very well what these guys were surprised about. They were just doing childish calculations of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, trying to use shallow knowledge to understand things they had never seen. Of course, one million animals cannot be sold for billions of dinars.

The sky-high price, but that's because a bunch of stupid pigs sold people as livestock.

In fact, anyone’s needs can become the soil for another person’s creativity to sprout. The two things of raising needs and solving needs almost run through the main thread of human reproduction and civilization. Even in the most extreme circumstances, a person

The value created by bonded labor whose needs have been reduced to only basic necessities, food, housing and transportation is far beyond what a slave in the hands of a feudal lord can create.

And if he is a dignified and educated worker, he will even think of ways to improve the tools and methods of production, thinking about making himself more dignified... Even if this guy eats a lot, uses a lot, and even asks for

There are as many problems as there are.

Of course, Fang Chang didn't intend to explain that much to them.

The aversion and resistance to progress are the talents flowing in the veins of feudal aristocrats and conservative forces. Whether it is the progress of productivity or anything else, after all, the superiority of their needs largely comes from the suffering of another group of people. He just can’t explain more

It's also nonsense. They have ten thousand ways to sophistry. For example, the sacred cow that carries the sun is the truth of all things. The sages of the Prosperity Era said so.

The respected manager would never explain anything to the slave owners who lost their slaves or the slaves who missed their masters.

When the sun rises, the cold night will naturally dissipate. If once is not enough, then come a few more times. There will always be a glimmer of hope sprouting from the ashes.

After a pause, he continued.

"...In order to show support for the infrastructure projects of the new authorities, and also to support the infrastructure projects in Fries Port, Baiyue Company decided to set an example and invest a budget of at least 20 million silver coins to introduce a steel and cement line from the alliance.

production line, investing in the establishment of a steel plant with an annual output of 500,000 tons and a cement plant with an annual output of one million tons in Jingan Port."

"We sincerely hope that the lives of the local survivors can get back on track as soon as possible. At the same time, we also look forward to the future Golden Gallon Port playing a more important role in the wasteland... and a more positive role!"

Looking at the guests who were listening with bated breath, Fang Chang showed a gentle smile on his face and continued in a relaxed tone.

"That's all, nothing else. I'm thirsty, and you're probably tired too...enjoy the banquet, friends from far away!"

"By the way, the fine wines at the banquet are all treasures kept by Governor Nihak for his majesty. Although he himself is still in prison praying for his majesty to rescue him. But to be honest, compared to those dizzying things,

I recommend the food on the dining car even more. Although those things are not delicacies, they are just common things in our hometown..."

As the words fell, a famous waiter appeared on both sides of the banquet hall pushing a dining cart and opened the silver round cover.

Roasted roast duck, braised pork wrapped in waxy red sauce, mapo tofu sprinkled with pepper and chopped green onion, grilled shrimp with sizzling oil, scallops and oysters grilled with barbecue and charcoal fire, etc., in addition to

In addition, there are a variety of fruits, steamed products, and pastries.

For players, these foods will definitely be familiar. You might be able to find them if you take off your helmet and go downstairs for a walk.

But for the survivors in the wasteland, especially the survivors on this uncivilized land, they were really shocked.

What's surprising is not just the food itself, it can be seen that the ingredients used in these foods are common things, but the methods of processing the ingredients are unheard of.

A series of dizzying delicacies appeared in everyone's sight, and the tempting aroma lingered on the tip of everyone's nose.

Not just technology -

Even their little remaining pride as the land of spices was completely lost in the face of the bottomless food culture.

Director Mandal swallowed.

Compared with these things, what Prince Dilip eats is simply pig food!

The same thing happened to Lacy who was very drunk. When she saw the dazzling array of delicious food, she reached out and rubbed her red nose as if she were in heaven, and even sobered up a lot.

Compared to the merchants of Silver Moon Bay, the ones who were most shocked were obviously the local established nobles and wealthy gentry.

Although one meal is not enough to change their attitude towards the Alliance, after all, no one here lacks this meal, but the rows of food trucks that cannot be seen still make them doubt the past decades.

sense of superiority.

These……

Just something commonly seen in Dawn City?

Even ordinary people can enjoy it?!

Confusion appeared on every face, and they even doubted themselves.

So who are they?

Beggar?

There was a time when they could comfort themselves by saying that although the alliance had strong soldiers and horses, it was short of supplies and did not have groups of slaves to serve them, so they did not know what to enjoy.

But now they find that, let alone compared with the alliance's managers, their lives are not even as good as those of the most ordinary survivors in the alliance...

"Why are you bragging about cows? Ordinary people can afford it. If you have the ability, don't buy cows from Borneo! You bunch of gophers won't starve to death..."

Of course, you are not allowed to buy from Luoxia Province!

A wealthy businessman from the Ox clan muttered a curse in a voice that only he could hear, while his green bean-like eyes kept glancing at the dining car, wanting to take a closer look at what that strange round thing was.

Meat.

Except for those distinguished guests from Silver Moon Bay and the nouveau riche from Golden Gallon Port who had gathered around the dining car, almost no nobles moved their noble legs.

It's not that they are not curious about what the fancy-looking food tastes like, but they are waiting for the servants to bring the plates.

It wasn't until they discovered that they had to get the food themselves, and until a few of them couldn't stand the soul-stirring aroma, that someone one after another deigned to step forward and reach out to take it from the long table covered with white tablecloth.

dinner plate.

A count with a net worth of hundreds of millions of Xilan coins, with a doubtful mood, clumsily used a fork to pull a piece of braised pork that was as soft as soup into a spoon, and then slowly put it into his mouth.

The shock written in his eyes at that moment was like looking up at His Majesty's palace, and like the survivors of Qingquan City seeing the majestic Pioneer for the first time.

Fat but not greasy, melts in your mouth, soft and sweet...

What is this...

What meat?!

The expression of despair appeared on his face, and also appeared on the faces of many people with the same identity as him.

I always feel like losing...

Satisfactorily admiring the faces with different expressions and the people devouring their food, Fang Chang took a bottle of champagne from the tray handed by the waiter.

This is one of the treasures of the wizard Xilan, produced in the distant Triumph City.

Those Valeant guys sure have a knack for making wine.

He raised his glass to the guests far away, but it was as if he was paying tribute to another distant friend, and lightly touched the beam of light that fell from the ceiling in the center of the banquet hall.

"cheers!"



The banquet officially started.

The buffet on the first floor is mainly for NPCs, while the second floor is open to players who are active in the port area. Shareholders, employees and partners of Baiyue Company can enter for free. Individual players can pay 50 silver coins if they wish.

Tickets are enough.

While the guests were busy cooking, the scrambled eggs with tomatoes came out of the kitchen and sat down on the chair tiredly, cursing.

"Damn, I'm so exhausted."

He has a physique system of over 30 levels and is so exhausted that he looks like this. If he hadn't been an awakened person, he would have been exhausted to death.

There is a saying that this is a civilized salt-alkali land. The local survivors’ understanding of food is to pound the ingredients and boil them into a paste, and then throw the main ingredients that can be added into the pot and stew them. The rich content and food

The taste depends on the financial ability of the head of the family. Generally, the richer the family, the weirder the food and the richer the taste.

This is true even for a hotel that is mainly open to foreign guests.

Although the locals ate with gusto, the brothers of the Burning Corps expressed that they couldn't bear it. After staying here for a long time, they would rather eat luncheon meat than go out to eat out, or they would go to the camp canteen near the port save point for every meal.

solve.

In order to improve the food of the local garrison and inject a little alliance shock into the locals, Fang Chang called him over to teach the chefs here how to cook.

In the end, just trying to teach those dozen or twenty clumsy fools to cut vegetables almost gave him high blood pressure.

He somewhat experienced what it was like for the brothers from the herd of cattle and horses to teach the militiamen how to fight.

When several senior disciples nearby saw him sitting down, they quickly ran over to rub the shoulders and back of the old man. Even the owner of the Triumph Hotel ran out with a shy smile and poured him a cup of tea himself.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir... Oh no, sir, hehe." He suddenly remembered that these people didn't like the word "master", so he changed his words temporarily.

Mr. "Iron Man" personally taught his chef how to cook. If this news spreads, his Triumph Hotel will become popular in the next year or so.

And during this time, his eyes were opened.

It turns out that a few ordinary foods can be made into so many weird tricks. Just a piece of pork can make hundreds of dishes.

Not to mention that these iron bosses gave him money to rent his hotel, but even if they didn't give him money to use his kitchen, he felt it was worth it!

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes took a sip of water and couldn't help but complain.

"How did your previous guests eat all that stuff?"

The boss was stunned for a moment and rubbed the back of his head in confusion, not understanding what the question was about.

After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to choke out a sentence.

"Sir, before... we didn't serve raw food before."

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "..."

Good guy.

It turns out that once you get used to it, it will be fine!



There was a lot of drinking and drinking, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the banquet was coming to an end before we knew it.

One by one, the guests walked out of the door of the Triumph Hotel with their round bellies, and the look of each and every one of them almost exhausted was enough to show that they were satisfied with the food.

Sitting by the window on the second floor, looking at the guests leaving the hotel with their round bellies, Rourou couldn't help but mutter.

"If these guys ate less, more people would be fed."

"!"

Tai Tai subconsciously pulled the skewer out of his mouth, but seeing Rourou's eyes falling outside the window, he quietly stuffed it back.

After taking a gentle blow on the teacup, Sisi put it back on the saucer.

"No, more people will starve to death."

"Can't we do it too?" Rourou looked away from the window, and Sesame Paste, who was staring at the moon in a daze, also looked at her curiously.

Si Si said casually.

"Not even managers can do it. Maybe planning can directly adjust the data, but we obviously can't do that."

Rourou asked confused.

"Why?"

Sisi thought for a moment.

“Have you ever fed a prairie dog?”

Sesame paste raised his hand with a smile.

"I've fed him! He's so cute."

Rourou also nodded, with confusion and confusion still written on his furry face.

Putting some sugar into the teacup, Sisi continued.

"Those guys are not small or cute at all. They are the most vicious to their own kind. Even when there is enough food, they will fight for food. If the one that fights the most is not full.

, other prairie dogs have no chance to grab food from tourists and can only wait for the breeders to feed them.”

"Humans are far more cunning animals than other animals. Even if we distribute food to every local survivor like a breeder, there will definitely be a taller, fatter, and stronger person.

, use coercion, inducement, or even methods we can’t think of to take away food from other, weaker, similar species.”

"No matter what kind of production relationship is established, we have to choose the order of formal results and substantive results. Or we use 'correctness' to regulate their apparent behavior and let them test the edges of vague rules.

Or we set a clear rule and let them give full play to their instincts within the rules."

Rourou still didn't quite understand and asked in a murmur.

"Can't we have it together?"

The two things don't seem to be contradictory, at least in her opinion.

Wouldn't it be enough to just write down all the right things in the rules?

Add magic to bullets just like Kelly.

Sisi couldn't help but hold his forehead after hearing this. He was having a headache as to how to explain this profound question in layman's terms. After swallowing a mouth full of delicious food, he burped comfortably.

"Hiccup——! Rourou is already an adult. Yes, yes, only children do multiple-choice questions. But the reality is different, this is a game, and Aguang will not take advantage of you in vain.

Maybe the price was paid quietly when you made your choice."

"Eh?!"

Looking at Awei with a serious look on his face and Rourou with a dumbfounded look on his face, Sisi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said.

"Yes, that's it."

Speaking of which, gaming is truly a great invention.

No wonder primitive people learned to dance around a campfire first than calendaring and arithmetic...



It wasn't just the NPCs who were full of food and drinks, the players were also full of food. There was even a long queue in front of the toilet on the second floor. Some guys who couldn't help it simply went to the first floor.

The appetite of an awakened person is quite astonishing, especially for the four-stage physique and strength systems. Although their normal metabolism is not exaggerated, if they eat with an open stomach, they can even eat half a cow.

As for the extra mass...

It can only be excreted continuously through the powerful digestive system.

In the banquet hall on the first floor, Fang Chang, who was drunk and struggling on the edge of being disconnected, waved his index finger and talked nonsense to Lao Bai next to him.

"This meal has at least attracted hundreds of millions of silver coins to our plan. After those guys return to Silver Moon Bay, this number may increase several times... By then, it will not only be Golden Gallon Port, but also French Fries Port.

The source of building materials has also been solved.”

Helping this staggering guy to walk to the archive place, Lao Bai joked.

"Gallon Port makes money and Gallon Flowers, you want to take them home, right?"

Fang Chang chuckled and moved his neck.

"That's right! Well, of course it doesn't include us... But what we want is not the pile of useless paper, but something more valuable. Why not turn them into something more valuable and take it back? The locals

Not only will people not hate us for smashing their majesty’s pot, but they will also be grateful to us!”

Lao Bai said jokingly.

"You probably sold all their money before."

Fang Chang rolled his eyes.

"What are you talking about? I have never sold anything. Thank you. And even if I have considered it, I have only considered the renewable one. And when did I come up with this idea? Aren't they all those bullies who post on the forum every day?

Are you clamoring to sell Rourou and Jun Jun’s skin and physique-type kidneys to make money? I just contacted a buyer for them while doing the mission."

Of course, in the end, because the buyer also took business from predators, they treated him as a wild monster.

That was all a long time ago.

After a pause, he burped and continued.

"Actually, compared to the 'foreign businessmen' attracted from Silver Moon Bay and the professional life players active in that area, I would rather spend the more than 100 billion Xilan coins piled in the bank. I always rely on that kind of sneakiness

It’s a small fuss, I’m afraid we won’t be able to spend it all when the empire itself goes bankrupt.”

"Sneaky?" Lao Bai looked at him doubtfully.

If I remember correctly, the empire should have imposed an embargo on them. No goods can be imported from the inland port of Yongliu River.

"do not you know?"

Fang Chang gave him an equally strange look, then buried his head and muttered to himself.

"I thought you knew."

At the same time that the two were walking towards the save point, on the ceasefire line between the Alliance and the Empire, a group of sneaky figures were taking advantage of the cover of night to quietly approach the Imperial Army's position...

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