Chapter 365: Find a good buyer (1/4 guaranteed, please subscribe!)
Author: Faceless Desolation
Chapter 365: Find a good buyer (14 guaranteed, please subscribe!)
An hour later, Abel walked out of the palace.
This Pengpeng prince is not as stupid as expected, but more greedy than expected.
The purchase price was only 70% of the last time I purchased arms, and the quantity required was even more.
But the reported price was only 10% cheaper.
The remaining 20% difference is the benefit fee demanded by Prince Pengpeng.
In contrast, the old weapons that have been eliminated will also be disposed of at a cheaper price to Abel.
And this is equivalent to getting a good deal and still being nice.
As for those junk, no weapons dealer will recycle them at all, they can only sell them for scrap metal.
This is equivalent to making two money and then sending him a pile of garbage.
By the way, it can also impress his father, the king, and other ministers.
Abel readily agreed to this extremely unreasonable request.
Not only to open up the smuggling market here, but also to allow this Pengpeng prince to continue to expand.
If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy!
Abel has already thought about how to get back all the money and interest from this account.
But before that, he had to find a good buyer for the junk weapons that were about to be eliminated.
After all, for a qualified businessman, there is no product that cannot be sold, but he has not met the right people.
So who would be suitable for these crappy weapons?
...
The Poor Tavern, just like its name, is poor and shabby.
There are only two kinds of things sold inside, one is low-quality wine and the other is cheap brown bread.
But despite this, every night, the place will be crowded with people.
Most of them have just finished their work, and with their pitiful wages, they come here to drink a few glasses of bad wine, eat a piece of sour black bread, and then go home drunk to sleep.
If you don't mind the smell of sweat, body odor, foot odor and some weird smell mixed inside, then you can choose to sleep on the table for a while.
Then waiting to be thrown into the garbage dump outside to keep company with flies and mosquitoes.
Even though this pub is so dirty and messy, it is already one of the few places of entertainment for the lower class people nearby.
The pubs are often closed during the day and only open at night.
But no one knows that there is another cave beneath this dirty tavern.
Six or seven weather-beaten men in plain clothes are hiding here to discuss something, and among them, the owner of the tavern, the "Old Cripple", is also here.
"Recently, 23 more people have joined us, all of whom are poor people with the same experience."
"Damn it, those nobles and royal families don't treat us as human beings at all."
"That's why we must unite to overthrow the rule of this country and establish a new regime."
"That is the ultimate concept. Now we still need to be down-to-earth and step by step."
"That's right. With more and more people joining us now, the funds raised by the organization can no longer last long. Moreover, we are in urgent need of a large amount of medicine, clothing and weapons!"
"Especially weapons. If we want to start operations again, we can't let our people continue to hold kitchen knives and wooden sticks to fight against the soldiers holding muskets."
"Everyone does not lack courage, but such a way to die is so meaningless that I cannot accept it."
"I also know that we can still buy medicines and clothes if we try, but where can we buy arms? What can we buy them from? Who has the access? Even if these problems are solved, those evil-minded arms dealers will still knock us out.
The fat is sucked and the marrow is sucked, and it’s all eaten up!”
"But you have to give it a try."
At this time, a middle-aged man sitting next to him with several hideous scars on his face suddenly said: "I do know where to buy arms."
"Scar, you know?"
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
Everyone here is a close friend. Does Scar have any secrets that no one knows about?
Scar said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember that fleet that docked at the port two days ago? A disobedient kid under my command took advantage of the night and got in. He originally wanted to steal something and sell it for money, but he opened the box.
After that, they were all full of arms and weapons, and the kid was scared away."
"Today I saw that he was distracted and flustered, so I asked him a few questions, and then I found out what was going on."
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.
Then he looked serious: "Even if this is true, then the arms shipped by the other party are sold to the kingdom. How much money can we afford?"
The thought that those soldiers could all be equipped with brand-new weapons, but they couldn't get them for a few broken guns, made everyone feel gloomy.
If this continues, let alone overthrowing the regime.
These rabble will all be caught and executed sooner or later.
Everyone was silent for a while.
But at this moment, a voice sounded as the door opened.
"You just choose to give up? Why not try again? What if a miracle happens?"
"who!"
Scar and others immediately stood up nervously and looked at the visitor.
It is impossible for outsiders to know about this secret stronghold.
If the king's men find out, they will all die.
"No need to be nervous, please introduce yourself. I am an arms dealer from the far north. You can call me Mr. Abel."
"The arms you were talking about before are the products I brought to this island."
These people subconsciously looked at Scar, who suddenly became anxious, "It's not me, how could I make such a mistake!"
Abel also explained for the other party, "It was indeed him who guided me here, but he didn't know it himself."
"The kid who sneaked onto my boat was let go on purpose, and he has always been under the surveillance of my people."
Scar's face immediately turned extremely ugly, and the rest of the people were similar, with complaints in their eyes.
They should have thought just now, how could there be so much munitions on the ship without any precautions, allowing a kid to come in and out at will?
I guess that was a bait someone deliberately put out.
"What do you want?"
Scar asked in a deep voice.
He didn't dare to act rashly.
Since the other party dares to come, they must have something to rely on.
If we really want to show off, they will definitely be the unlucky ones.
No one thinks that arms dealers are easy to bully, right?
Those are all demons that eat people without spitting out their bones!
"It's very simple. I want to do a business with you, a big business!"
Abel ignored everyone, sat down on the main seat with a smile, and directly turned into the guest.
"We poor people cannot afford those arms of yours."
"I know, but if you change the way, you can afford it." Abel said very confidently.
These people seemed to have thought of something and looked at each other with twinkling eyes.