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Chapter 113

"What's the situation? I was fine just now, so I turned my back on me." Goss looked at the dozen or so golden dragons in his hand inexplicably.

"You don't understand, I don't want to tell you more." The priest's tail was still erect, and his mind recalled the scene of the pigeon's red eyes secretly watching him.

It's scary just thinking about it, the priest's fur is all over, like a nervous middle-aged cat.

The assassins of the No. [-] team who were secretly watching from a distance saw the middle-aged priest's tail blowing up, and immediately rushed over.

"stop!"

"Don't move!"

A burst of footsteps came, and Goss' uncle grabbed his nephew's arm, energy gathered in his throat, and his muscles were tense.

He wanted to take his nephew to escape, but the awakened ones surrounded him from all directions. He felt unprecedented pressure, so he could only heed their warning and stay where he was.

"Hood, what's going on?"

A few cat clan awakeners stood at the three-meter range line, staring at the two wealthy lion clan businessmen like eagles.

No one was staring at those strong Lion Clan thugs, because they were ordinary Lion Clan fighters, and their movements could not be more flexible than the Cat Clan Awakened.

"Let's talk about something, it's just a matter of disagreement, don't be nervous, I'm still an ally of Tomorrow Town." Goss found that his uncle was facing a big enemy, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to provoke trouble, trying to minimize the situation.

The cat assassins looked at Hood, and Hood's forehead was sweating, "Let's talk to Master Allen, this matter is big or small, they just want some cement."

"Well, it's better to leave it to Allen to decide."

The assassins did not dare to execute on the spot, so they could only kick the ball to Alan for decision.

Because the other party is a saltpeter channel merchant, this saltpeter channel cannot be scrapped. Without saltpeter, black powder and ammunition are at risk of stopping production, and muskets will be useless.

After a while, Goss returned to the city lord's office and saw Alan again.

Seeing Allen, Hood returned to his senses. He didn't mention the sale incident just now, but only mentioned that the other party wanted to buy cement, so as to maintain the relationship in a superficially harmonious state.

Goss also didn't mention the matter of the cat clan orc guarding, and said with a smile: "Master Allen, this cement is a good thing. I want to know how many golden dragons are needed to buy a whole ship of cement?"

It was a whole ship's business from the moment he opened his mouth. Hood, who almost went astray because of a dozen golden dragons just now, swallowed his saliva.

I'm so envious, but he can't use his brains, those pigeons are not decorations, it's not accidental that Mao Er Luoli came up with the name of Pigeon Town.

If they got up early, the orcs would see the overwhelming number of white pigeons flying to the small square to eat rice grains. At this time, the children would run to the square to play with the pigeons, and there was cooing everywhere.

Alan didn't know that the middle-aged priest was frightened into a cold sweat by the pigeons in the town, and he had been waiting for a long time for Goss' move to buy cement.

"Sorry, the cement production capacity is low now, and we will not supply it to the outside world for the time being."

Goss did not give up, and asked: "Then tell me, if the production capacity is sufficient, how much is a whole ship of cement?"

Allen calculated in his mind for a second, assuming that a bag of cement is priced at one gold dragon, and a whole ship transports more than 100 tons of goods, that is, two to three thousand bags of cement.

"A bag of one golden dragon, and a whole ship of two to three thousand golden dragons."

Goss gasped secretly when he heard the price.

Such an expensive item, one bag actually costs a golden dragon!
The deputy mayor, Windsor, who was working as a secretary in the house, was also secretly surprised. The unit price of this thing was more expensive than the cloth sold in Tomorrow Town. A whole boat cost two to three thousand gold dragons, and three or four trips earned tens of thousands of gold dragons!

If the two catgirl merchants, Marianne and Marcie, were present, their eyes would definitely be red.

After being shocked, Goss regained his composure. It's not like he hasn't done such a large business before, "Master Allen, this thing is too expensive."

Da da, Allen tapped the table with his finger, looked into the other person's eyes and said: "Mr. Goss, you didn't understand what I meant. The cement production capacity is not enough now, and it cannot be supplied outside. It is not a question of whether it is expensive or not."

When Goss heard this, his face immediately turned ugly, "Master Allen, I am sincerely making a deal with you, not joking."

The saltpeter channel was controlled by the other party, and Alan didn't dare to be too tough. He frowned and said, "Sell you two bags of cement first and try it back. I really can't spare any excess cement here."

Secretly, Allen was already thinking about waiting for the Musketeers and Artillery to take shape, and take down the saltpeter town first, and he couldn't let the opponent keep using the saltpeter mine to control him.

"Only sell two bags, don't you sell more?"

Goss is also very dissatisfied. The business of a few gold dragons is too small for him. At least hundreds of gold dragons are needed to satisfy his small appetite. Two thousand gold dragons is a big appetite. He wanted to bargain just now, but Alan Drop directly into two bags.

"No way, I have too few workers in the cement factory, and the slaves in the whole town have their own jobs. I can't send more people to increase the speed of cement production." Allen led Goss into the pit, but Goss didn't realize that Allen Intention, follow Allen's meaning.

"Then I'll lend you a batch of slaves, can you increase production?" Goss subconsciously asked.

Allen wondered: "It is possible, but these slaves..."

"These slaves are for you, so you don't have to return them." Goss waved his hands casually.

Allen was waiting for this sentence, and I will send you off.

"Then how many slaves do you want to send? If there are too few, I will not accept them."

"I don't know how many slaves your cement factory needs. I haven't gone in to take a look. Is two hundred slaves enough?" Goss subconsciously suppressed the price out of a businessman's instinct.

"Two hundred is too little, at least double this multiple." Allen raised his right palm and spread all five fingers, which can be called a lion's mouth.

Goss pretended to cough twice, waved his hands and said, "This number, 400 people!"

Allen still shook his head, insisting on a thousand slaves.

Goss and Alan bickered in the office, and a few minutes later the deal was negotiated at the cost of a thousand slaves.

"Let's say it first. I really don't have enough capacity in the cement factory right now. I can only give you two packs to take back for a try. After that, I can only trade cement with you when your slaves go to the cement factory to make the first batch of cement." Allen tried his best to suppress the time in this regard.

"Okay, that's it."

After Goss left the office, his uncle came over and said in a low voice, "This cement must be taken down. With it, our Anti-Lion faction can build a wall in the open space."

"Don't worry uncle, I know how terrifying the power of this cement is. They can use thousands of slaves to build a ten-meter city wall in two months, and we can follow suit." Goss patted his chest and promised.

Little did they know that when Allen built the city, he had a scientific arrangement of working hours, and after a heavy rain, there was a steam engine to pump water from the soil pit of the foundation, and the mobilization of slaves' enthusiasm for work were all advantages they did not have.

Without the above advantages, it would be a dream to build a ten-meter wall in two months.

　Three more tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)