Chapter 792: The obedient will prosper and the rebellious will perish.
Silence, deathly silence, the astonished expressions on Kuncha and Kongka's faces were frozen, and the air seemed to have solidified.
After a while, Du Weiguo slowly picked up the tea cup and took a sip unhurriedly. His voice was light and terrifyingly steady:
"What? General Kuncha, is there anything difficult?"
After being called by name, Kunca woke up as if from a dream, his eyes were dazed, his face was pale, and his lips were trembling a little. Just when he was about to speak, Kongka gently pressed his arm under the table and spoke first:
"Mr. Wesley, may I ask, you want to be the sole agent for our business. What are the specific regulations?"
Kongka's voice was a little wavy, but it was still steady, and his questions were clear and coherent, hitting the point, and scratching Du Weiguo's itch.
Du Weiguo's eyes were wandering, and he could not help but give him a high look. He thought to himself that Kongka was not only a diplomatic talent, but also a good think tank.
"Good question! Counselor Kong really has extraordinary vision."
Du Weiguo gave a thumbs up and then slowly put down the teacup with a calm tone:
"My articles of association are very simple. There are only three articles. First, from now on, your supply of goods can only be shipped through the port of Siam. The specific delivery address can be discussed.
Second, all your sources of goods must be shipped through the channels of Mr. Wan Zhongkui, including your regular customers, and Mr. Wan Zhongkui is the first-level agent."
The lion's mouth is wide open! Du Weiguo clearly opened his bloody mouth and wanted to swallow up the foundation of others. The appearance of eating was extremely ugly.
You must know that Kuncha's business is not limited to Asia. Europe and the United States are also very important markets for him, and the proportion is still very large.
This is clearly a plan to exterminate the family, a naked chokehold. Once it is done, from now on, Kuncha will be Du Weiguo's lackey, and he can only live by his eyes, and take his life and death.
After Du Weiguo said these two words, both Kuncha and Kongka's faces became extremely ugly, with green veins popping out on their foreheads, and their eyes were sinister and burning with anger.
Damn this city, now it's like a sharp knife has been stabbed into the eyeballs, no one can control their expressions.
It was only because of the power of the evil god that he suppressed his anger and did not curse loudly, and turned his face on the spot.
As for Mr. Kui, he just pretended to be calm. He couldn't control the panic in his eyes and the trembling hands hidden under the table.
"Shen Shen, this stinking plague! How can you be so reckless? I will probably have to answer here today."
This is Mr. Kui's only thought at the moment. You must know that this is Kun Tsa's lair, with tens of thousands of wolf-like and tiger-like people and guns surrounding it.
Du Weiguo's grandson is extremely skilled and may be able to escape unscathed, but if Mr. Kui is caught in it, he will definitely die and there is no possibility of survival.
The reactions of several people were naturally seen by Du Weiguo, and they were all expected. Putting aside Mr. Kui, no one else would be able to tolerate someone so blatantly grabbing their lives and swallowing up their foundation.
Du Weiguo was smiling and calm. He ignored Kuncha Kongka's penetrating eyes as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, and continued:
“The third point is pricing power, which is calculated separately based on differences in individual markets and market prices, with one price per location.
Your supply price is fixed at 20% of the market price, Mr. Wan Zhongkui’s intermediate link accounts for 20%, and the rest of the profits are released.”
Upon hearing this, Kuncha and Kongka were very surprised, their eyes flickered, this condition was unexpectedly favorable.
You must know that this business is a fool's errand, so it is extremely profitable. In the past, Kunza, as a source of goods, could not even reach 10% of the market price.
Moreover, Kuncha’s shipping prices are relatively fixed and are basically the same regardless of region, and are very low.
If it can be realized as Du Weiguo said, and their supply cost is fixed at 20% of the market price, and calculated differently, the profit will be at least three times the original or even higher.
Du Weiguo just glanced at them briefly, knocked on the table lightly, and said in a casual tone: "I'm done, General Kuncha, what do you say?"
Kuncha was still frowning and thinking, but Kongka couldn't care less about taking the spotlight and asked impatiently:
"Mr. Wesley, by doing this, you not only greatly increased the cost of supply, but also further controlled the market prices in various regions.
Under such high-pressure conditions, how can you ensure that agents in various regions continue to cooperate with us? You know, the Triangle is not the only flour (flour) producing area?"
Hearing this question, Du Weiguo curled up his lips with a look of satisfaction. He took a higher look at Kongka in his heart. He was a smart person, responded quickly and was very alert.
The concept he just put forward was decades ahead of the current hierarchical agency system that became popular in the 1990s. Conca once again accurately asked the core question.
Du Weiguo nodded:
“Consultant Konka is really quick-thinking and hits the right note! We will provide a service that is hard for agents to refuse.
In the past, most of these guys had to go to the Triangle to pick up the goods in person, or pick up the goods from brokers in Siam.
From now on, we will be responsible for delivering it to their designated terminal and transportation vehicle, eliminating all intermediate links and all risks."
Upon hearing this, Kongka's eyes instantly lit up, and he continued to ask urgently without any room for explanation:
"Sir, if you operate this way, you can certainly stabilize your customers, but if there are more and more customers, the transportation costs incurred during the period will become astronomical, and the burden will be embarrassing in the end?"
Being tickled again, the smile on Du Weiguo's face became even bigger, and he replied confidently:
"Consultant Kong, why do we want to have more and more customers? It should be less and less. We only want the strongest and the best, just like raising gu. One region or even several regions is enough.
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Upon hearing this, Kongka's brows suddenly frowned tightly, and his eyes showed a look of confusion. To put it simply, he was confused.
He is the only person in the field so far who can barely keep up with Du Weiguo's unbridled thinking.
Kunza, on the other hand, had a dark face and said nothing. He was probably still struggling with the first two unequal treaties, which were humiliating and humiliating.
But Mr. Kui was already in a state of disbelief, his eyes were straight, and he was confused. His previous vision was limited to a corner of the city, just the top of Chinatown.
To put it bluntly, he was basically a frog in the well. How could he possibly keep up with this kind of game that was almost based on the world and looked at him with all his might?
Kongka thought for a long time, carefully considered the words, and then asked cautiously with a hesitant tone:
"Sir, if that's the case, isn't our reliance on them a bit too much, which is equivalent to being choked by others in disguise?
Once one of the agents is lost or betrayed, we will become extremely passive and the losses will be immeasurable."
Du Weiguo smiled:
"Ha! Kongka, think about it, we carefully selected the ones we picked through the method of raising gu, and they are basically the strongest and most ruthless ones in the area.
Each of them is a person with a profound background, great power and wealth, and one hand that covers the sky. They are deeply rooted, how could they slip up so easily?
As for betrayal, since you have entered my family, how can you change your identity so easily? Oh, even if someone is really stubborn, then I don't mind a human error, just change the agent."
Du Weiguo's tone was very casual, but the murderous intention contained in it was ready to come out. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. Kongka shuddered, and the spines all over his body stood up, making his hair stand on end.
I just got a little carried away, and was brought into business thinking by Du Weiguo's thoughts, and then I remembered.
The young and handsome man in front of me, who is calm, talkative, and full of business knowledge, is the evil god who represents the pinnacle of human combat power.
No one knows Du Weiguo's terrifying combat power better than the senior officials of the Triangle. He destroyed the mysterious Eight Hundred Dragons by himself. The arrogant General Luo shot his head off with a single shot from more than 600 meters away.
The most horrifying thing was that a reorganized brigade (reinforced battalion) and an artillery squadron (company), about 600 "elite" soldiers with live ammunition, were beaten to ashes by him alone.
Even if the "elite" under Kuncha's command were a little heavy-handed and their combat prowess was low, they were still a real armed force of several hundred people. To be beaten up by one person and even kill more than half of them, it sounded extremely dreamy.
One horse can equal a thousand, cut down mountains and destroy temples, and take the head of a general among thousands of armies.
These were originally extremely exaggerated descriptions in the storybook, but in Du Weiguo's case, they were real examples of war. How could they not make people tremble with fear?
It was because Kun Za was extremely aware of the terror of Du Weiguo that he was far from being invincible by manpower, so he always responded to his requests, gave to his desires, and catered to him in every possible way.
Having said that, with a true god like the Evil God sitting in charge, these cunning and ruthless old silver coins really don't dare to rebel easily.
Each of them is a wealthy person and is used to being domineering. Naturally, they also care about their lives. They are also smart and well-informed. No one wants to have his head cut off in his sleep.
Among them, Kuncha was naturally included. Du Weiguo's threats were far from being as sophisticated as his business experience.
It's simple and crude, but very effective. If you don't accept it, I will kill you and then find someone who is convinced.
After figuring out the key, Kongka's mouth suddenly went dry, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he was speechless for a moment. Du Weiguo glanced around with cold eyes. Several people present were in a daze with different expressions.
After lighting another cigarette, Du Weiguo stretched out his finger and tapped the table gently, attracting the attention of several people again:
"You have only seen the disadvantages. Dependence is always mutual. Once they get used to our service model and become dependent, it will be difficult to change their attitude.
On the contrary, they will try their best to maintain this relatively stable interest model, even feed back the source, and do everything possible to support it.
They are all people with great supernatural powers. If they can work together, hey, it can change the world, even the establishment of a country and a clan~"
Du Weiguo's tone was faint and full of deep meaning. As soon as he said this, Kun Tsa's expression suddenly tightened, his eyes flickered, and he was thoughtful. Mr. Kui's face was full of fascination, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He was a little lost in thought.
Kongka was so excited that his whole body was shaking, his head was red and his face was red, and his voice was trembling:
"Wei, Mr. Wesley, what do you mean~~"
Knowing that Kongka has understood, he casts the scented bait and the big fish bites the hook. The goal is achieved. Under coercion and inducement, he is not afraid that Kunca will not obey.
If he really refuses to obey, Du Weiguo has no other choice but to reluctantly let the Triangle replace a local emperor.
The Kongka in front of me is smart, discerning, ambitious, and a close confidant, so he can definitely be considered.
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke leisurely, smacked his lips in a leisurely manner, rubbed his belly, glanced out the window, and answered the question:
"It's noon. I'm a little hungry. Let's start eating. You guys should think about it carefully and discuss it. Give me a clear answer after dinner."
Forcefully force the palace!
Du Weiguo set an extremely urgent deadline in a casual tone. Kuncha and Kongka glanced at each other subconsciously, their expressions changed drastically, and their pupils trembled.
The lunch was very sumptuous. The main dishes were barbecue, roast deer, roast pig, grilled fish, and grilled grass snake. It was full of strong primitive style and was quite unique.
People in Southeast Asia believe deeply in Buddhism and are very poor and very particular. Coupled with the regional characteristics, they rarely eat beef and mutton.
But the remaining living animals, basically only those that can move, fly in the sky, run on the ground, with or without fur, eat everything, probably to take care of Du Weiguo's feelings.
Those relatively heavy-tasting foods, such as bats, voles, giant spiders, scorpions, bamboo insects and other hard dishes, were not served.
Most of the side dishes are a variety of tropical fruits and vegetables, with a sweet and sour taste. The main focus is freshness. The staple food is local specialty glutinous rice and Siamese fragrant rice, which taste quite good.
As for the wine, it was said to be home-brewed from local fruits. It was a bit turbid. Du Weiguo wasn't too interested and didn't take a sip.
This lunch, in a lawless land like the Triangle, was quite explosive, except for the other people at the table.
Both Li Xianzhong and Wan Zhongkui looked worried, and they felt like they couldn't eat enough.
Du Weiguo's appetite was quite good. He moved his index finger and ate heartlessly. His eating appearance was astonishing.
Even scarier than his food appearance was the black dog "Night Dire". It had been living in the jungle for decades, and when it tasted delicious hot food for the first time, it went crazy on the spot.
Since it was Du Weiguo's pet, Night Dire also received a very high-level VIP treatment. It was given a half-sized roast pig and a large basin of rice mixed with steamed bacon.
When Night Dire was eating, he sniffed the roasted meat first, took a sip with some hesitation, and then his eyes lit up.
The big mouth opened suddenly, and half of the roasted pig went into the mouth. It was chewed and swallowed with the bones.
In just a few mouthfuls, a pig was finished, and a large pot of bacon rice, weighing several kilograms, went into the stomach in just a few mouthfuls.
Immediately, the Night Dire's eyes turned red, and he licked his long scarlet tongue greedily, looking hungrily at all the living creatures present.
If Du Weiguo hadn't been there to frighten it, Night Dire would have probably gone berserk on the spot, revealed its true form, and started killing without restraint.
It straightened up and came to Du Weiguo's leg. In its mind, the childish voice roared repeatedly and almost at the top of its lungs:
"Hungry!"
Du Weiguo rolled his eyes, smacked his lips helplessly, and gave instructions to Laisha who was carefully attending to the guests:
"Lisa, this dog of mine is not an ordinary breed and has an amazing appetite. Go and tell the cook to steam ten kilograms of rice separately for it and mix it with a few kilograms of bacon.
Well, let's roast a big pig for it, it doesn't have to be fully cooked, it's almost the same, it just needs to be flavorful, it's troublesome."
"Uh, no trouble, sir, I'll make arrangements right away."
Although Lesha was stunned by the terrifying amount of food, he only ate a little bit, so he didn't mind it and hurriedly went down to take care of it.
Huo Wei frowned and glanced at Nightmare coldly, his eyes full of fear. He was a top powerhouse and had a very keen sense of danger.
The demon had just unintentionally released a trace of hostility, which instantly gave him an unusually strong sense of oppression.
Huo Wei frowned. He couldn't help it and lowered his voice and asked:
"Wesley, where did this dog come from? It's a bit evil. It can eat so much at one time. Even beasts like bears and tigers probably don't have such a big appetite, right?
And the look in its eyes is too fierce. It clearly wants to eat people. It can make people's backs run cold. Brother, have you thought about raising it? Are you afraid that it will really bite people to death one day?
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Du Weiguo said vaguely and casually:
"Oh, brother, I am a notorious evil spirit. Even if my dog can bite people to death, it doesn't sound unusual. Don't worry, I can control it and will never let it attack innocent people."
What Du Weiguo said was very ambiguous and had profound meaning. He would never attack innocent people. From another perspective, he would never let his enemies go.
Huo Wei's eyes flickered and he smacked his lips slightly. After all, Du Weiguo's skills were incredible. He said that if he could hold him down, he would be sure of it. He stopped dwelling on this topic and changed the subject:
"I said, brother Wesley, the bunker in this village has been secretly arranging troops since we started eating.
Now, there are at least a dozen machine guns, and they have secretly pointed their muzzles at our table. You can't miss it, so don't be too careless and capsize the boat in the gutter."
At lunch, the host Kuncha and his confidant Kongka did not show up at all. Only Du Weiguo and his party were dining, accompanied by Laisha and a few strangers.
It was somewhat rude, but Du Weiguo didn't take it seriously and remained calm and composed.
When Huo Wei spoke, he did not lower his voice. At this moment, Mr. Kui and Li Xianzhong were also looking at him eagerly.
Obviously, they also felt the hostility. Du Weiguo smiled, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his hands, and joked in a teasing tone:
"What? Brother, are you scared? You climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, so you're not afraid, are you?"
Huo Wei rolled his eyes angrily: "I'm afraid of getting into trouble? Okay, since you know what's going on, let me talk too much."
Huo Wei stopped talking, but picked up the roasted deer leg on the table and took a big bite. Du Weiguo patted the head of the black dog beside his leg, turned his eyes to Kunca's office, and said to himself in a joking tone: