Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 287 The Wine Table
Ren knew very well that the Kangao people were not short of money. They just lived in the hinterland of the plain and stuck to their traditions. In fact, they were not poor.

For example, he once went to the Qingshi Department and blackmailed him. It was 100 red heart grasses and three bottles of Gale Potion, worth at least 1500 gold.

As for the Qingshi Department, there are only more than 300 people, and less than 80 households. If you live in the Sunshine Community, a family lives in a tent, and if you pay about 2 gold coins a month, 1500 gold can pay nearly 20 months' rent.

This is far from the asset limit of the Qingshi Department. They planted red heart grass, cultivated moon spirit vines, and some extraordinary materials obtained from hunting strange beasts...

It can be said that he is so fat!

"Mr. Ackerman, how is your rent here?" Zaro asked aloud.

He is very satisfied with the environment here, and it is no problem to resettle the clansmen. Except for those big tribes, most of the Kangao people live worse than here.

"A tent of 20 square meters is 2.2 gold coins per month, and a tent of 16 square meters is 1.8 gold coins." Ren said with a smile.

"That's it..." Zhaluo stretched his smile, then immediately shut up, restrained his smile, secretly delighted in his heart.

Don't blame him, if it's just the rent, it's no problem to take refuge for a year or two, with the savings of most Kangao families.

Looking at Zaro, who was suppressing his joy, Ren felt a little disdainful, but his face was still very enthusiastic.

Hypocrisy is an indispensable skill for successful people. Even a bitch must set up a memorial archway. Not only must it be erected, but it must also be erected beautifully, beautifully!To learn like the head of Huashan Yue...

The shops in front of me are just conventional means, as long as the Kangao people live in, I am not afraid that they will not spend money.

"Mr. Ackerman, come try some fresh juice!"

Outside the fruit juice shop, a fat businessman in a black vest handed a glass of fresh orange juice to Ren, and then quickly flattered him.

"Haha, see you again, Mr. Ackerman."

A middle-aged vendor with a mustache gave Ren a pack of cigarettes. He sold tobacco and alcohol.

On the small commercial street, many shops in blue special tents are already preparing products.

After seeing Ren and his party, there were traders who greeted Ren with smiles and flattered them by the way.

Not surprisingly, within a week, Zhaluo will move 1 people from the ethnic group here. By then, the basic necessities of [-] people will be enough to support many businessmen and hawkers.

Like a group of sharks smelling blood, now, the Sunshine Community has attracted the attention of most businessmen in Dilamo City.

The stalls in the commercial street and the vegetable market have already been booked out. It can be said that a few days ago, many self-employed and small businessmen came to Thorn Security Company every day to beg the boss of Ren.

This flattering made Ren feel a little depraved.

Now, walking on the commercial street in the downtown area of ​​Dilamo City, every once in a while, someone would greet him proactively.

He even received quite a few banquet invitations from the upper class, and he only went once and received dozens of small notes.

The daughter of a rich family, and even many noble ladies looked at him with fiery eyes.

It's so cool... Ah, bah, it's too shameless, this evil capitalism, don't want to corrupt me, the successor of socialism.

"Mr. Zhaluo, the tour is almost over. I will hold a banquet tonight. How about we have a meal first and then sign the contract?"

Seeing that he had already walked around, Ren asked a question.

"No problem, I like this place very much, and I believe the tribe will be very satisfied." Zha Luo nodded and said loudly.

The housing issue was resolved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ren also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the other party had taken the bait, and he only needed to push it gently.

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Time passed quickly, and when night fell, the Luoxia Hotel was brightly lit, and in the luxurious private rooms on the third floor, a banquet was being held.

There were quite a few people in the private room, besides Ren and Zaro, there were also Garcia, Suzanne, Wenxi, Higg, Jenny, and a dozen or so cowboys from Thorn Security Company.

Beautiful waiters in uniforms and black stockings presented dishes one by one. Meat such as braised carp in brown sauce, corn ribs, and sauced beef had a strong aroma, which made your index finger move.

There are also local "sincere" style specialties, cactus scrambled eggs, fried rattlesnake, steamed lizard tail, dry fried scorpion...

"Come on, Mr. Zhaluo has worked hard these days, I offer you a toast!"

Ren picked up a bottle of beer with white foam and had a drink with Zaro.

Gulu Gulu, Zha Luo blushed from drinking, hiccupped and smiled all over his face.

As soon as the dinner started, the people from Thorn Security Company kept toasting him in various names, flattering him like a wave, without a break.

"Come on, Mr. Zhaluo, I admire you for being a kind and righteous man, please allow me to toast you."

Higg stood up, said loudly and boldly.

It was a little hot, and Zaro took off his suit jacket, put on a white shirt, and had another drink with Seager.

Garcia at the other table smiled and held two glasses, and first poured two-thirds of the beer into the wide mouth glass.

Then fill the small cup with "Red Flame" (a kind of spirit in this world, produced in the Silver Eagle Federation), and then sink the small cup into the wide-mouthed cup to create a cup of "depth water bomb".

"Mr. Zaro, the wine has been mixed, please taste it." Garcia walked over and handed him the depth charge.

"Cough cough!"

After drinking this cup of strong material, Zha Luo only felt a burning sensation in his throat, his head was a little dizzy, and he coughed a few times.

Ren made a gesture with his eyes, and the beautiful waitress at the side quickly patted Zaro on the back.

"It's almost done, it's important." Zhaluo was a little dizzy, and he didn't dare to drink any more.

"Susanna, take out the contract." Ren ordered.

Suzanne immediately took out several documents from the black handbag, and Garcia handed over a "Fengchun" cigar and lit it for Zaro.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Zha Luo, who was a little dizzy, raised his spirits, browsed through the contract, and handed the document to Jenny.

Jenny's eyes moved, and she exchanged a hidden look with Ren, and read the contract carefully.

She whispered in Zha Luo's ear: "There is no problem with the contract, but I have to remind you that it says that the contract is for one year, and all the tents in the Sunshine Community need to be fully occupied."

This means that the next batch of Kangao residents will also have to live in the Sunshine Community until it is full, and they will have to live for one year, otherwise they will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.

"no problem."

Zhaluo, who was drunk and dizzy, nodded. The war will start in a year, and more than [-] clansmen will move out. These conditions are not a problem in his opinion.

The conditions in the Sunshine Community are quite good, and he still finds it troublesome to sign the contract again when the next batch of clansmen come.

In fact, Renn didn't play tricks in the contract. He just wanted to maximize his profits, so as not to be poached to grab business.

Of course, not doing any tricks doesn't mean not digging a hole. If you don't squeeze out the wealth of this group of natives, you are simply sorry for this opportunity.

After everything was negotiated, Zhaluo picked up the quill, signed, and pressed his thumbprint, and the contract came into effect.

Seeing this, Jenny excused herself from drinking too much, got up and left, and Susanna also left.

The banquet wasn't over yet, and Zaro, who had finished his business, was free from restraint, and continued to eat and drink under the instigation of Ren, Garcia, Higg and Wenxi.

"Come on, Mr. Zhaluo, I have been admiring you for a long time, and I will offer you a toast."

"As expected of a good boy from Pingyuan, he is really huge, let's have another drink."

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The company's newly recruited cowboys also toasted one by one, and praised wildly, almost blowing up Zarro.

Ren sat aside, swaying his wine glass, watching all this, smiling like a big bad wolf.

The sugar-coated artillery offensive of capitalism is only now beginning.

Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, drunkenness and money, wine, sex and wealth, and the prosperity of the sea...cough, in short, the days are still long.

(End of this chapter)