At this moment, Zhang Peng's drowsy, half-dead feeling disappeared, and his eyes with dark circles stared at Delcha, like a beast staring at its prey, which made Delcia shudder.
Liu Xingxing, who was sitting next to Zhang Peng, had a frozen smile on his face. He had never seen Zhang Peng in such a state before, as if he was a different person.
It turns out that the guy who teases and teases me every day actually has such a side?
A bit handsome.
Li Ziyu tilted her head and looked at Zhang Peng, with a smile gradually appearing on her face.
Interesting, really interesting.
He had been wondering before, how did Zhang Peng develop the market?
The aliens are obviously different from the previous life. Compared with trade, those poor tribes prefer to get something for nothing.
If they can rob it, they won't want to exchange resources for it.
In addition, Zhang Peng always has a half-dead look with dark circles under his eyes, which is totally different from those businessmen who smile, make people look friendly, and talk about being friendly and making money.
So the question is, how did Zhang Peng convince each tribe to agree to trade?
Now this question is solved.
Zhang Peng is not the type of businessman who makes money by being friendly. Instead, he is the type of businessman who is aggressive.
At this moment, his eyes were sharp and fierce, making the rat noble named Delcha panic.
Zhang Peng's eyes did not move at all, he stared firmly at Delcha's eyes, keeping his gaze, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands, and stood up little by little.
Compared to the height of the rat man, Zhang Peng, a human, is obviously taller, allowing him to lower his head and look down at Delcha from a higher place, creating a greater sense of oppression.
Zhang Peng pointed to his chest and said word by word, "I, Zhang Peng, am the city lord of the Rat Dead Border City and the spokesperson of the dead."
"You were just asking us undead to bow down and agree to a series of unequal proposals from you rat people."
"Do the Ratmen think that we undead really dare not go to war with you?"
"Are you kidding, or am I kidding?"
Delcha's pupils shrank one after another. He felt the oppression, the killing intent, and the man in front of him was angry.
Gudu.
He swallowed and his body tensed.
"City Master Zhang Peng, pay attention to your language. You are twisting my words. You are inciting a war between the undead tribe and the rat tribe. Once a war breaks out, the rat dead border city will bear the brunt, and you will die in the battle!" Delcha pressed down!
The fear in my heart made me scream fiercely.
"Huh, death? Do you think I, a human being, will definitely be afraid of death?"
"I reiterate to you once again that I represent the undead race. The race I represent is fearless of death and regards death as grace. So, what makes you think that threatening me with death will be useful?"
Zhang Peng straightened his chest, looked at Delcha with disdain, and said with disdain in his tone.
Delcha was a little at a loss. When a person is not afraid of death, many threats will be ineffective.
A hand grabbed Delcha's clothes from behind and pulled him back forcefully.
Delcha turned his head and saw Sayer with a kind smile on his face, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"
Sayer pulled Delcha back, pressed him back on the chair, and whispered to Delcha, "You represent the rat people. I believe that the emperor did not secretly give you an order to start a war with the undead."
While Delcha was dazed, Sayer stood in front of him, turned to face Zhang Peng, and said with a smile on his face, "City Lord Zhang Peng, don't be excited, don't be excited, we have something to discuss, it was indeed us who went too far just now, you
Please sit down and have a drink."
While talking, he asked Zhang Peng to sit down, and at the same time picked up the wine bottle and filled the wine glass in front of Zhang Peng.
"We are just a group of communicators and are not qualified to make decisions, so there is no need for you to be angry with us."
"We came all the way here to solve problems, not to intensify conflicts. We can all be more harmonious."
"Let's talk some more."
"That's right, Mr. Delcia."
At the end of his speech, Sayer turned his head, emphasized his tone, and winked at Delcha.
Delcha suddenly understood and said quickly, "Yes, yes, what Sayer said is absolutely right. It was just what I said that was problematic."
Zhang Peng stared at Delcha for a few seconds, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and returned to the half-dead look before.
"Okay, rat noble Mr. Delcha, let's go over what exactly we are going to talk about in this meeting." Zhang Peng held the wine glass and said in a neither light nor heavy, salty or light tone.
Li Ziyu looked at Delqia, then at Zhang Peng, and laughed silently.
As expected of Zhang Peng.
A good hand in business.
Looking at his appearance, he seemed a little disappointed and still had something to say.
The rat nobles didn't seem to be what he wanted, and this negotiation made him bored.
This is like playing League of Legends alone, hoping to encounter tit-for-tat opponents instead of a group of rookies who are worse than humans and machines.
It's true that the Rat Man was the one who was sent here. He was frightened after just a few words.
"I feel that what you rat people need is to expand the mercenary force. I can provide more undead warriors. Of course, the resources for hiring undead warriors will also be increased." Zhang Peng put down his wine glass, crossed his hands, and said flatly.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. We have spent so many resources, and the undead warriors have not met our requirements at all!" When faced with the benefits, Delcha immediately forgot the fear he had just felt and shouted.
"What request? The only request is to eliminate the infected and demons, isn't it?"
"Aren't our undead warriors destroying the infected and demons?"
Zhang Peng tilted his head and asked.
"The purpose of hiring undead warriors is to completely eliminate the infected and demons in the territory, instead of chasing the infected and demons around like now, but without any achievements, their number is still increasing!" Del
Qia said dissatisfied.
This is the starting point of the elders and nobles. They want to completely eliminate the infected and demons. The undead obviously failed to do this.
"Let's make it clear first. I am very unhappy when I say there is no achievement."
"Without us undead warriors, the number of infected people in your rat-men territory would probably have doubled. You should know where the word infected comes from, right?"
"If you fight against them, your soldiers will also be infected and become infected. Only we undead are not afraid of their infection."
"I hope you can understand this. We undead don't care about the infected."
Zhang Peng spread his hands, shrugged, and said indifferently.
If those gray fogs want to infect, they must at least infect living creatures.
The undead are a group of guys who rely on soul fire to exist. The gray mist virus has no effect on them at all and they can completely coexist.
You infect yours, and I play with mine, without affecting each other.
The reason why Li Ziyu formulated the mercenary plan was not because of the gray fog, but because of the infected people.
If ignored, the Ratman territory is likely to be overrun by infected people on a large scale, and then form an army, and then in turn start a war with the undead.
When the undead mercenaries intervene, they can effectively control the number of infected people.
The infected can attack the rat people and reduce the number of the rat people. If the undead are infected again on a large scale, they can attack the infected to suppress the troubles and crises that the infected may bring to the undead.
Do you really think that the undead will save the rat people for some resources?
What's going on?
Li Ziyu's goal is to unify the entire wasteland. The rat people are a stone blocking the road, so they must move away if there is a chance.
Just when Delcha was thinking about how to refute Zhang Peng, Zhang Peng spoke again and continued.
"Then let's talk about the still existing problems of infected people and demons."
"When we hired the undead warriors, we didn't say we would wipe out all infected people and demons. What we promised was to help you rat people deal with infected people and demons." Zhang Peng said seriously.
"No, if that's the case, why do we, the Ratmen, hire you?" Delcha felt that he had found a breakthrough and asked immediately.
"This is an interesting question. Isn't it because you rat-human soldiers have trouble fighting infected people? Aren't you afraid of being infected by infected people, so you agreed to hire undead?" Zhang Peng rolled his eyes and said.
Delcha was startled.
What you said makes sense, but I can't find a reason to refute it.
When Zhang Peng saw that Delqia was silent, he said to himself, "We undead can kill the infected and help you fight, but we can't kill the gray fog virus. We are not doctors, so you let us destroy all infections."
Well, this is unrealistic."
"As long as the gray fog exists, infected people will continue to appear. If we cannot deal with the source, there is no option to eliminate all infected people."
"Similarly, if the space crack is still there, demons will continue to come out of it. You powerful people can't fill the crack. Do you want us undead to fill the crack?"
"If you think this way, then the resources for hiring the undead will not be so small."
What Zhang Peng said was well-founded and reasonable. Even if the rat tribe wanted to raise an army to investigate the crime, it would be very difficult.
Delcha directly left Zhang Peng speechless.
The nobles and elders in the House of Representatives made generous speeches, but they did not mention that there were so many messy things in them.
It's true if you think about it.
The gray fog was caused by the rat race, and the infected also appeared because of the gray fog.
The Ratmen's talent is plague, and their ability to resist viruses is much stronger than other races. Even they can't resist the gray fog virus, and the undead have no hope.
He wanted to use forceful reasoning, but couldn't find a way.
Zhang Peng watched Delqia open his mouth to say something, thought for a moment and then closed his mouth. After a while, he opened his mouth again, then closed his mouth again, repeated several times, and suddenly he looked very discouraged.
"The most important thing you should do is accept my suggestion and hire more undead to eliminate the infected and demons."
"Of course, you can say that the emperor doesn't want this and wants us to help for free."
"But, Mr. Delcha, you have to understand one thing. I am not a rat man. Your emperor has no control over me."
"The rat people can stop cooperating with us. Other powerful tribes still want us to send more undead. We have many customers."
Zhang Peng's words were like a sharp knife stabbing into Delcha's chest.
He found that what he had prepared when he arrived could not be said at all, it was all loopholes.
If we want to continue to execute the Emperor, I'm afraid the only thing that can be used is that the Ratmen will go to war with the Undead.
But these words must not be spoken out, otherwise something big will happen.
"Okay, Mr. Delcha, I'm afraid you can't decide what happens next. Contact your emperor quickly and ask him if he needs to hire more undead." Zhang Peng had a stiff look on his face.
Said with a smile.
Delcha fell silent again, looking at Zhang Peng speechless.
Was crushed.
There was no room for it, not even the ability to speak.
Zhang Peng stood up, glanced at Li Ziyu and Liu Xingxing, turned to walk out, and suddenly walked to the table again.
His move startled Delcha, and he quickly asked, "Does Lord Zhang Peng have anything else to do?"
Zhang Peng picked up the wine glass, drank the wine inside, put the wine glass gently on the table again and said, "The wine is good, it can be used as a trade item in the future. It is a pleasure to communicate with you today, Mr. Delcha, good day."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
When they walked outside, the undead immediately swarmed up, protected the four people among them, and returned to the Rat Dead Border City.
"I'll go, Brother Peng, let's race high and be awesome!" Liu Xingxing shouted exaggeratedly and excitedly.
Li Ziyu said nothing and just gave a thumbs up.
He rarely saw Zhang Peng when he was negotiating seriously, but this time he saw it.
A smile appeared on Zhang Peng's face, and he waved his hand sheepishly.
"It's not interesting, there's no fight."
Of all people, only Damenlevsky was unhappy.
He originally thought there was going to be a fight, so he followed him. Unexpectedly, a group of people sat down to eat and drink, and then ended up talking to each other.
…
After Zhang Peng and others left, Delcha breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the wine glass, drank heavily, and then placed the wine glass heavily on the table.
"Too arrogant, too arrogant. They simply don't take the rat people seriously. Don't these undead know where their territory came from?" Delcha suddenly roared, anger surging.
It was typed by someone's own hands, how else could it have come about.
Sayer rolled his eyes cryptically.
He hated this kind of arrogant and arrogant nobles. Every day he always felt that he was the pride of heaven, as if the world could not survive without them.
Who are these guys actually?
If he hadn't been born well, he might have starved to death long ago.
"Mr. Delcha, don't be angry, it's the same when I communicate with them." Sayer knew that he had to speak at this time, so he quickly comforted him.
Seeing that Sayer was so smart, Delcha said with a groan, "I'm sorry for you, Mr. Sayer. It's really not easy to communicate with the undead. I've experienced it this time."
Sayer nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, this is how we communicate with them. It's not because we are not of the same race."
When Delcha heard this, he immediately agreed and said, "Yes, these undead are different from us rat people. They are too vulgar, but we still need them now. Mr. Sayer, what do you think we should do next?"
manage?"
Sayer thought for a while and then suggested to Delcha, "I think it's better to tell the emperor about this matter. Our status is too low to make a decision."
In fact, Sayer is not worried at all about how to do it.
Because it doesn't matter.
His mission has been completed, the Ratmen and the Undead have successfully met.
How will the rat people talk to the undead next? What does it have to do with him as a businessman?
But Delcha is a royal family after all, and he still has to give him the face he deserves. Just follow the instructions and that's it.
Turning his head and frowning at Sayer, Delcha had a troubled look on his face.
He came here to admonish the undead tribe, and also to fight for welfare for the rat tribe. Neither of the two tasks was completed.
Not only is it not completed, it may even cost the Ratmen more resources to hire undead in the future.
If he repays him like this, it would appear that he is very incompetent.
There are a lot of rat royals. If he is incompetent, he will be replaced and replaced by another rat royal to take his place.
I originally wanted to get some advice from Sayer, but looking at Sayer's appearance, he didn't seem to want to help him.