Hearing this, Mustachio was stunned. The people in these mercenary groups were all human beings. With just one sentence, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
"Is Mr. Ye planning to compete with the Zhao family for business?"
"What business is there to grab? The one with the highest price will get it." Ye Fan waved his hand, glanced at his mustache, and said coldly: "What, you won't accept this reward?"
"Yes, how dare you not accept it." The mustache replied with a flattering smile, "I just don't know how much Mr. Ye will accept."
"There are 30 million in this card. Collect it first. If it's not enough, come to me." Ye Fan didn't say much and threw out a card.
"Okay, okay." When he saw the money, the Eight-Character Hu smiled even more happily. He took the card respectfully, registered the news, and recorded the payment. He hesitated, "The Shenye Mercenary Group is the Shenye mercenaries who are going to be sent to Pingcheng.
Where is the Corps?"
"No, in Pingcheng, in two days, I will create a mercenary group with the same name."
Ye Fan's voice sounded, and the mustache was stunned. He looked up and saw that Ye Fan had already waved his hand and left the mercenary group.
"This Ye Fan came to Yuncheng to compete with the Zhao family for business with great fanfare. What are you planning to do?"
"He took over the Ye family's industry?"
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"Ye Fan, why do we charge so much rice?" Outside the mercenary group, Fatty Li, who had been silent before, couldn't hold it in anymore, with a look of pain on his face, "Thirty million, we have worked hard in Pingcheng for half a year, and it's all
Most of my net worth.”
"It's certainly useful to harvest rice." Ye Fan replied and waved his hand, "Thirty million dollars to harvest rice is nothing at this time. In two days, we can make several million by changing hands."
"Changing hands?" Hearing this, Fatty Li didn't believe it. "The rice we charge at seven yuan a piece is already higher than the highest price others charge for rice. How can it still be changed hands?"
"Isn't Yuncheng very productive? There must be a surplus of rice. No one will pay a higher price for it."
"Just wait and see. The information we want to collect today is the price of rice." Ye Fan didn't say much, and smiled mysteriously, "Soon, the price of rice will not only be seven yuan, but seven yuan, it will even be as high as
You can't imagine it."
After saying this, several people became more confused. They were a little confused about Ye Fan's actions. Even Pan Zhao, who had a lot of experience, was a little confused.
Come to Yuncheng, inquire about the price of rice, and then pay a high price to receive the rice, in this city of abundance?
"Okay, it's time to go through the mercenary group process. We now have five silver-level and one gold-level mercenary group. As soon as the mercenary group is launched, it will be the largest in Cloud City."
"Everyone will be very busy during the next period of time."
Ye Fan didn't explain anything to the people, he just said something and walked in front, but there was some fire in his eyes.
Yuncheng, I learned the name of this city all because of the genius who once shocked the entire human race, and the cause of this shock was this small price of rice.
In the past years, only a small number of people knew that this cloud was created by humans. Most people only thought it was a miracle. The same was true in previous lives. However, when the news was later exposed, it made people sigh.
Human desires are endless. We obviously have such technology and such a great creation, but in order to hide the technology from being used indiscriminately, the person who created the Eternal Life Cloud has gone into hiding. Apart from secretly activating the Eternal Life Cloud, he will never appear at all.
It's okay to hide, but how could those who coveted the immortal cloud let him go? In order to force him out, they quietly harvested a large amount of rice, artificially created a severe drought, and prohibited outside caravans from bringing in large amounts of rice.
Rice, the rice in Yuncheng has been raised to a terrifyingly high price.
Due to natural and man-made disasters, that year was called the Year of the Golden Rice. Rice was as valuable as gold, and countless people starved to death as a result.
The man who created the Immortal Cloud was a sage and could not bear to see such a miserable life. He finally stood up and acknowledged his masterpiece.
Those people got him, but by then, who would want Changshengyun? They forced him to convert his technology and use it to make extremely lethal weapons.
Later, that weapon also appeared, called Divine Punishment. It only had one weapon, and it destroyed a city on the border. Millions of people in the city perished in one fell swoop.
King Jie Tian Lei only stretches for a hundred miles. That one bomb destroyed millions of people. Used on the front line, such a weapon can change everything. Used on mankind itself, it is a true divine punishment.
The human race was in turmoil, and the master who created it, after seeing this catastrophe with his own eyes, became completely desperate and committed suicide.
Later, there was no such kind of divine punishment, and miracles like the Eternal Life Cloud never appeared again.
This incident was deeply impressive in Ye Fan's memory. He came to Yuncheng with great force just because of this man.
Without saying too much, whether it is the Immortal Cloud or the Divine Punishment, they are all miracles. A person who can perform such miracles is not an exaggeration to be called a genius with jealousy.
He should have had a more glorious life, and his skills could have changed the entire human race.
"Fighting for rice? All the rice in Yuncheng was given by him."
"It's a pity that there was too much rice. I never thought that maggots would develop."
Thinking of this, Ye Fan spoke up, but he snorted coldly.
"The Zhao family in Yuncheng? They're pretty good at it."
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"Master of the house, master of the house, it's not good!"
Over there, Ye Fan released a mission to the Liushui Mercenary Group. Within a short time, the news naturally spread to the Zhao family.
At this moment, the head of the Zhao family is sitting in the spacious hall of his home. The so-called God of Wealth is enshrined in the hall, and he has a plump posture. In front of him are tables and chairs carved from century-old precious wood. On the table is a cup made of gold and silver. In the cup
, what is brewing is priceless spiritual herb tea.
At this moment, he was happily sipping tea, but when he heard the voice and looked at the hurried servants, he felt a little unhappy on his face.
"How can you be so hurried in broad daylight that you disturb the offerings at home?"
"The little one deserves to die, the little one deserves to die." The servant was frightened and knelt down quickly.
However, the head of the Zhao family was just unhappy. He cursed a few words in an unknown voice, stood up, bowed to the God of Wealth, and then said to the servant: "What's the matter with you? Tell me quickly."
"Master, Ye Fan has come to Yuncheng..."
"Ye Fan is coming to Yuncheng?" Halfway through, the head of the Zhao family waved his hands impatiently, "What does his coming have to do with me?"
"My Zhao family has nothing to do with the dynasty organization. I stand upright and sit upright."
"No, no." The servant shook his head, "He assigned a task to the Liushui Mercenary Group to collect rice at a price of seven yuan. The leader of the Liushui Mercenary Group said that he gave a deposit of 30 million."
"Thirty million deposit?" Mr. Zhao's expression immediately changed, "When?"
"Just now," the servant replied, "The leader of the Liushui Mercenary Group is the former disciple of the family master, so he reported it as soon as he got the news."
"By the way, Ye Fan seems to have just arrived in Yuncheng. I heard from others that Ye Fan and several of his companions stayed at the Li family's hotel yesterday."
"I just came to Yuncheng yesterday." After hearing this, the Zhao family owner seemed to relax his vigilance. "Then it's nothing. I just got some inside information and wanted to make some money."
After saying this, the head of the Zhao family sat back again, his plump body almost getting stuck on the chair.
"It's nothing to worry about. Let them take it. The Ye family is also a big family, so give it some face."
"In a few days, we will raise the price of rice to eight yuan and let them make some money."
"Master..." Hearing this, the servant hesitated. Obviously, he didn't just know how to pass on messages. He learned some news. Looking at the old god, the Zhao family master hesitated to speak, "That Ye Fan, it's not
What ordinary people..."
"What's wrong if you're not an ordinary person? This is Yuncheng. Strong dragons don't overwhelm local vigilantes. What's more, I, the Zhao family, are not local vigilantes either."
The head of the Zhao family answered and waved his hand, seeming a little impatient.
"Let them be, how capable a few teenagers can be."