Several guys in the business group struggled to carry the two boxes of magic cores onto the carriage, and the businessman Dirk left in the carriage.
Although the two-headed ogre usually doesn't pay much attention to these magic cores, the three magic cores containing crystal stones were smashed from his hands. Even if he is usually a bit dull, it does not mean that he is stupid, and he naturally knows it.
What does it mean when three magic crystals are released from ten magic cores?
The current market price of three magic crystals is approximately twenty-one gold coins.
On average, each of these ten magic crystals is worth at least two gold coins.
With such a high crystallization rate, the five thousand magic cores in the wooden box would be worth nearly ten thousand gold coins.
Surdak is currently sold for 5,000 gold coins per box. If calculated this way, Surdak will suffer a huge loss.
After all, detaching the magic core is not a manual job, as long as you have a fine whetstone, you can do it.
The ogre was always the talkative one. After the businessman Dirk left, he bluntly reminded Surdak:
"Boss, the probability of these magic cores yielding magic crystals is so high, will we lose money if we sell a box of magic cores so cheaply?"
Surdak was standing next to the map, using a red pen to draw eye-catching circles on the small towns on the map, and then connected them into line segments to analyze the marching route.
Hearing what Gulitem said, Surdak discovered that the ogre had actually learned to think.
Surprised, Surdak explained to Gulitem:
"This... of course not, because I have personally selected these magic cores."
The ogre's eyes widened, he was shocked by Surdak's hand.
Surdak touched his nose, smiled sheepishly, and said:
"Each wooden box contains approximately 715 magic cores with complete magic crystals.
These magic cores are worth 5,000 gold coins. Of course, after all, it takes labor to solve the magic cores, so they can also open some more magic crystal fragments, and finally there is still some magic stone powder left. In short, they will not lose money, but they don't expect it.
You can make a fortune..."
"Uh..." Gulitem didn't know what to say.
But his good brother Naohua blinked his eyes and asked with great interest: "Dak, since you know which magic core contains magic crystals, why don't we keep all the magic cores containing magic crystals?
"
Surdak stood with the two-headed ogre and said:
"When doing business, we must be honest. If we lie to people once, I'm afraid no one will do business with us next time."
"As long as we are fighting outside, we cannot do without these military business groups."
"Compared to the military logistics supply group, these business groups are more punctual and trustworthy."
"We don't have much time to solve the magic core now, and there aren't many gold coins in the logistics warehouse. We need to exchange some magic cores for gold coins."
"I don't want to make money from them, nor do I want to suffer too much loss, so these boxes of magic cores are specially prepared for them."
"Of course, this is also a process for everyone to build trust with each other."
At the gate of the military camp in the distance, grain trucks drove into the camp.
There are thirteen canteens in the military camp alone, all of which are busy making baked wheat cakes.
These wheat cakes will not go bad if stored for a week or two. For the soldiers of the heavy armored infantry regiment, one baked wheat cake is a day's ration.
Probably because he smelled the aroma of baked wheat cakes, the ogre did not continue chatting with Surdak and ran directly to the cafeteria to prepare a few scones to cushion his stomach.
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In the early morning, Dirk Trayten lifted up the blanket and sat up from the simple folding bed in the carriage, ignoring the young female assistant lying on the folding bed beside him whose wheat-colored skin was exposed to the air.
He pushed away the carriage and walked out, picked up a water glass from the wooden shelf next to him and rinsed his mouth.
Seeing the financial officer of the business group walking over with a tired look on his face, holding an account book in his hand, he asked with concern:
Gu'ao
"How about it? Have all the windows of those magic cores been opened?"
"Everything is open." The financial officer felt a little unmotivated.
Dirk asked: "How's the exposure?"
This is what he cares about most. He spent 10,000 gold coins to buy these magic cores.
This time, the business group may not be able to make so much money if they sell all the goods.
Like all gamblers, he was extremely looking forward to finding more magic crystals, but he was also very nervous, worried that there would be nothing in those magic cores.
The financial officer said casually: "Well, we can confirm that these magic cores contain 712 complete magic crystals, and there are also fifty incomplete magic crystals. It is estimated that hundreds of magic crystal fragments can be polished.
"
Hearing this number, Dirk was slightly disappointed, but at the same time he was slightly relieved.
“It seems like you won’t lose money on this transaction!”
Then he asked with a surprised look on his face: "Why are there so few magic crystal fragments?"
"Uh, how do I know this! If I don't have anything else to do, I'm going to catch up on some sleep!" The financial officer of the business group was speechless and said to Dirk.
The financial officer sent by the business group this time is a relative of the boss's wife. Even if he is a little tired at work, Dirk can't say anything.
Dirk nodded and agreed: "Okay, I understand."
The financial officer glanced at Dirk's carriage, turned around and climbed into the carriage of another caravan.
Dirk walked to the bonfire in the camp. A group of stewards and clerks gathered here to have breakfast. Everyone saw Dirk coming and quickly gave up their seats. A cup of hot milk tea was brought to him.
The steward tore half a piece of scone into his hand and sat down with everyone to have breakfast.
The morning on the plateau is a bit cold, but drinking a cup of hot milk tea will warm you up.
"How is the financial strength of the soldiers in the military camp you have come into contact with during this period?" Dirk asked the supervisors around him.
Since the goods in the business group are very mixed, these lower-level supervisors are each responsible for a stall. They usually have the most contact with soldiers in the army.
"They are very generous, especially the cavalry who participated in the main attack on the town, and a group of auxiliary soldiers who burned corpses." The manager in charge of selling dried meat in the caravan said after taking a sip of milk tea.
A young supervisor next to him was in a daze and asked in a low voice, somewhat incomprehensible:
"How can you make money by burning corpses? Doesn't the legion manage the property of fallen soldiers?"
The manager in charge of the butcher shop business explained:
"The money in their pockets should not have been obtained from the dead soldiers. The legion has very strict control over this aspect, and the ones who clean the battlefield and burn the corpses are not the same group of people, so it is not their turn to make money."
After saying that, he took off a money bag from his waist and picked out a few gold coins with mottled marks, even some melted and extremely distorted gold coins. The black marks on them seemed to have been washed away and still remained in the veins. .
"Look at these gold coins. They all look like this. There are some silver coins that look worse than this." The supervisor said.
Several supervisors took it and rubbed it in their hands, and some put it to their mouths and smelled it.
A middle-aged manager who looked very greasy asked in surprise: "Why did it burn like this? There's... corpse oil on it?"
Dirk picked up a gold coin, held back his nausea and threw it to the supervisor, and then said:
"These gold coins probably fell out of the stomachs of the cavemen and hell dogs after they were burned to ashes. These gold coins are no longer considered gold coins. If you see this kind of gold coins in the future, you can only treat them as containing impurities. Gold nugget price recovery.”
A group of supervisors quickly agreed: "Yes, Director Dirk."
Dirk asked a young supervisor: "Is the quotation list ready?"
"Ready."
Dirk nodded and said to the cup in his hand: "Give it to me. I will go and discuss the next cooperation with Commander Surdak."