book of old days

Chapter 92 Business is business
"Is it a cannon?" Ragnar asked in surprise.

Milok shook his head, "It's not a cannon! It's a beast cannon!"

"what is that?"

O'Shea Milok's face was ugly, "It's a kind of firearm used to drive away wild beasts. I was a sailor when I was young, and I saw people use it in the Eastern Continent. The Sirt people especially like to use this kind of thing. They use beast cannons to drive away beasts." Animals in the entire forest, drive them into closed valleys, and then massacre them, usually requiring a large number of hands to do so, it is a despicable weapon."

This explanation made everyone's faces change, which probably explained the corpses of those animals outside, but if someone really did this, wouldn't it mean that this hunting ground would be ruined.

Everyone crossed a forest, and then Sean saw a scene that made him unforgettable.

Hundreds of animal carcasses, mostly elk, reindeer, or moose, were all skinned and abandoned on the grass, piled up like mountains, and the blood seeping from the piles pooled into several sizes in the surrounding lowlands. In different lakes, some people wearing black leather jackets and sealskin pants are transporting more corpses to discard.

Their complexion is pale, their facial features are particularly three-dimensional, almost all of them have big beards, and they wear a very special style of leather hat, which is buckled on their heads like a leather pot.

"Sure enough, it's a Silt!" Milok said through gritted teeth.

Sean knew the Sturts. They were not residents of the peninsula, but lived in the Eastern Continent across the strait, in the north of Faris. Like the Nords, they also lived in the frigid zone, but they were different from the Nords. People are different. After hundreds of years of fighting, the Silts have established their own kingdom. The Silts are very warlike and constantly open up new lands. Their fleet has also had several battles with the Breton navy. In the first conflict, the Silts had a reputation of being even more savage than the Nords in Breton opinion.

Sean also saw the existence of the Nords among those people, and they seemed to have formed an alliance.

Those people also noticed this side. Someone rushed into a camp not far away to report, and a few Nords walked straight towards this side. They held guns in their hands, but did not raise them.

"What do we do?" someone asked.

Ragnar pondered for a moment, "Act according to my face." He forced a smile with difficulty, and waved at the Nords.

"Lord Ragnar of Nordforsen—Ragnar the Bear Hunter, I am Raven Oken and our boss wants to see you."

When the group came outside the camp, several Nords were eating barbecue by the fire.

A Nord with a beard on his face threw the roasted venison leg he gnawed on the ground, spit out the remains of the venison in his mouth, and laughed at Ragnar.

"Ragnar, you are late this year."

"It's you who came early, Ralph, and what about those Silts?"

"I brought them here, hehehe, don't look so ugly, I'm just doing business, why are you so excited."

Ragnar suppressed his anger, "Do you know that the herd of animals will be greatly reduced in this way, and there will not be enough prey here for many years! Those predators living in the snow field will also starve to death. There is no way to continue this season, and it will take many years to recover."

"Of course I know, don't think I don't understand anything.

You know, this is where you are short-sighted. I thought so before, but Leopold taught me a lesson. Do you know what is the relationship between supply and demand?Haha, I don't really understand, but probably, the less the fur, the more expensive it is. Now that we are killing all these beasts, the price of fur will rise to an astonishing level soon, and we will have Lots of fur.

We're going to make a lot of money soon - not for you of course, sorry Ragnar, business is business. "

Ralph's explanation did not make Ragnar relieved, but grabbed his collar instead.

"Hey, Mr. Ralph, why don't you introduce your friend to me?" A voice made Ragnar stop.

A man in a black fur coat came over with four gunmen. His leather coat looked extraordinarily gorgeous, well-processed, shiny with oil, with golden decorations inlaid on the corners, and the collar was suede. He looked more dignified than before.

He wears a black tricorne hat with tassels on his head, and a gold bear's head badge on his chest.

"So you are Leopold! You guys did all of this?" Ragnar asked, pointing to the corpses in the distance.

Leo Potter didn't care about Ragnar's anger, and said slowly, "I know why you are so angry, it's all because you can't see things from the big picture, the price of goods depends on the quantity of goods supplied, The rarer the goods, the more expensive they are, and fewer goods can produce higher prices, which is an inevitable choice for commercial operations.

Even if we don't do it sooner or later someone will.

Now we have control of the cargo channel. In the past ten years, the Silt Fur Company has gradually occupied the fur market of the entire Eastern Continent. Now it is the turn of the peninsula. This valley is not the first to be destroyed. The hunting ground, and it won't be the last, you'd better learn to accept it. "

Leopold patted Ralph on the shoulder, smirking hypocritically, "I heard your name from Ralph, Lord Lord of Nordforsen, but you should know that it is just a false name, The people of Brighton have never recognized your power, why don't you follow us and make more money while you are still young, as long as you cooperate with me, you can earn a lot of money that you dare not even think about Think wealth.

We need agents for these tasks, and you would be a good fit. "

Xiao En sneered in his heart when he heard it, damn it, he thought it was something new, isn't it just like capitalists.

He has seen too many dark sides of capital in his previous life, so he is not surprised that they can do such a thing. In this era, there are no animal protection organizations, and there is no international public opinion. Kill as many wild animals as you want , No one cares if the species is extinct.

In his original world, the Westerners wiped out countless species in the process of colonizing the world. It seems that this world has not changed much.

Ragnar couldn't accept this explanation, and said angrily: "But what about our descendants? What do they use to survive?"

"That's not something we need to consider. In the face of the power of capital, there is always sacrifice. Business is business. The most important thing is not to let yourself become one of the victims. How about it? Do you want to join?"

Ragnar smiled at Leopold, and suddenly punched the man in the face. He wanted to go up and punch him again, but several guns were already aimed at him.

Sean and the others also raised their guns, and Ralph and his men also raised their guns, but they aimed at Ragnar, their swords were on edge, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Hehe, hehe, you are really an impulsive guy." Leopold stood up from the ground, wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth with a sinister smile.

"I have to say that you are very brave, but you are also very stupid. This is my territory, surrounded by my people. It is really unwise for you to do this."

Ragnar didn't flinch at all, and aimed his gun at Leopold, "I will take you with me before I die. Nords are never afraid of death."

Leopold looked at the crowd with uncertain eyes, as if evaluating the risk of war.

Ralph licked his lips eagerly.

Sean was in a hurry. If they really wanted to fight, they would not have any advantage. There were only six of them coming, and there were a dozen or so on the other side. Even if he knew magic, he would be dead if he shot him. .

In a real fight, the result would definitely be a group annihilation. Even if some people on the other side were killed, it would be of no use. He didn't even know them. Fortunately, he still had some quick wits.

"Crack-crack-crack!"

A burst of applause broke the tense atmosphere, and everyone looked at the clapping person in doubt, who else could it be if it wasn't Sean.

Sean clapped his hands, walked between the two groups of people with a smile, patted Ragnar on the shoulder comfortingly, and smiled at Leopold again.

"Excellent theory. It seems that you must be an excellent businessman. I like to discuss cooperation with businessmen. They know what to do and what not to do. Then why don't you talk about a business, Mr. Leopold."

"Who are you?" Leopold frowned.

Sean reached out his hand professionally, "John Lanster, marketing director of the Bran Fur Company, but you may be more familiar with the name of my grandfather, the Duke of Lanster."

The two shook hands gently.

Leopold looked at Sean in surprise, "Are you from Brighton?"

"That's right, I'm sorry I didn't bring my business card, I have to be careful when I go out."

"I came here this time to investigate the local fur supply problem. I have to say that what you did hurt me very much. The loss of this year's fur supply will have a great impact on our company's business. But you are right, business is business, so are you interested in talking to me about cooperation?"

Leo Porter disagreed, "Cooperation? Just rely on you? We already have all the sources of goods, what do you use to cooperate with us?"

Sean smiled, "I know why you think so, it's all because you can't see things from the big picture, have you heard of futures trading?"

"Futures trading, you mean stocks?"

"No, no, this thing is much more miraculous than stocks. It is a regulator of the market and a key to unlock the door to wealth. If used properly, it will be much more profitable than spot trading.

I try to keep it simple and easy to understand. For example, you killed all the local beasts and took a lot of furs. When the news reaches Brighton, the fur market will react, and the price of furs will increase. For the rise, but Bran has no fur. If I were a Bran businessman, I would have no way to earn the price difference through speculation.

But the futures gave me a different choice. If I go back to buy fur futures in advance, at a relatively low price, such as one gold pound per unit, and buy fur futures of [-] units, when the news is passed, my Investments may double or triple. "

Leopold nodded, "So what, it doesn't sound any different from spot trading?"

"That's right, but the difference is that I can use leverage to buy much more futures than spot goods. For example, I use ten times leverage of 10 pounds to buy fur futures worth [-] pounds. The thousand pounds only It is equivalent to one-tenth of the value of this batch of goods, that is to say, once the price of this batch of goods is reduced by [-]%, my thousand pounds will disappear.

But as long as there is no price reduction, I will own the goods worth [-] gold pounds.

When the news passed, the price increased by two or three times, so I won't earn two or three thousand gold pounds, but twenty or thirty thousand gold pounds.

What if the futures I invest in are [-] gold pounds, [-] gold pounds? "

Leopold calculated the result in his mind, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "This, this is impossible, how could this be? Where did the money come from?"

"Oh, this is the wonder of capital. It doesn't matter where the money comes from, what matters is whose pocket it falls into. In the face of the power of capital, it is always accompanied by sacrifices. Some people are bullish and others are naturally bearish. Someone pays for it, but business is business, and I'm right."

Of course, to really do this requires subtle cooperation, because leverage is very risky, and a slight ups and downs may swallow up my principal, so the news must be passed on at the right time. I originally planned to find out by myself. People came to Nord to do this, but now it's much easier with you.

How much money do you make working for your company for a year?Five thousand?Ten thousand?Let me tell you, you should plan for yourself, make more money while you are young, and you don’t even need to report this matter to your company, because this matter has no impact on your company’s original business at all. Help me deliver some news at the right time, and you can earn a lot of money. This will be a wealth that you can never imagine in your life.

I need an agent for some tasks and you would be a good fit. "

Sean said and held out his hand
"How about it, do you want to join?"

Leopold looked at Sean's hand, his eyes flickering. "Then why don't I do it myself?" he asked.

"Because you know nothing about the futures market, and you have no contacts in Brighton. You are still a foreigner. Even if you make money, you can't take it out, and you will be arrested as a spy."

This left Leopold speechless, and he looked at Ragnar again.

"What about them?"

Sean looked at Ragnar, "I'll take care of them, it's done, they have no other choice."

He shot Ragnar a look.

Ragnar immediately understood, his face was still ugly, but he still squeezed out a smile, "Okay, but I must not lose my share."

Leopold insisted and nodded, he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to put down the gun, and then grabbed Sean's hand. "Pleasant cooperation."

Sean also smiled, "Happy cooperation."

(End of this chapter)