Wren is well aware that the Khangao people are not short of money, they have just been living in the hinterland of the plains, sticking to tradition, and in fact they are not poor.

For example, he once went to the bluestone department and blackmailed him, which was 100 red heart grasses and three bottles of wind elixir, worth at least 1,500 gold.

The bluestone department, there are only more than 300 people, less than 80 households, if you live in the sunshine community, a family lives in a tent, about 2 gold coins a month, 1500 gold, you can pay nearly 20 months of rent.

This is far from the upper limit of the assets of the Bluestone Tribe, they have cultivated red heart grass, cultivated moon spirit vines, and some extraordinary materials obtained from hunting strange beasts......

It can be said that it is fat!

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

He was very satisfied with the environment here, and there was no problem at all in rehousing the tribesmen, except for those large tribes, most of the Kangao people did not live as well as here.

"2.2 gold coins per month for a 20-square-meter tent and 1.8 gold coins for 16 square meters." Wren said with a smile.

"That's ......" Zaro smiled, and then immediately stopped his mouth, retracting his smile, and his heart was snickering.

Don't blame him, if it's just this rent, take refuge for a year or two, with the savings of most Kangao people's homes, there is no problem.

Looking at the forbearant and happy Zaro, Wren felt a little disdainful in his heart, but his face was still very enthusiastic.

Hypocrisy is an indispensable skill for successful people, even if you are a bitch, you must set up a memorial arch, not only to stand, but also to stand good-looking, beautiful! To learn like the head of Huashanyue......

These shops in front of me are just conventional means, as long as the Kangao people live in, they are not afraid that they will not spill money.

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

Outside the juice shop, a fat businessman in a black vest handed Wren a glass of fresh orange juice and quickly slapped a few sycophants.

"Haha, meet again, Mr. Ackerman."

A middle-aged vendor with a mustache stuffed Wren with a pack of cigarettes, and he sells tobacco and alcohol.

On the small shopping street, many shops in special blue tents are already preparing goods.

After seeing Wren and his party, there were constantly vendors greeting Wren with smiles on their faces, and flattered him a few words by the way.

Not surprisingly, within a week, Zaro would move 10,000 people, and by that time, 10,000 people would have enough food, clothing, shelter and transportation to feed many merchants and peddlers.

Like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, the Sunshine Community has now attracted the attention of most of the merchants in Diramo City.

The stalls in the commercial street and the vegetable market have long been fully booked, and it can be said that in the past few days, many self-employed people and small businessmen have come to the Thorn Security Company every day to beg the big boss of Rennes.

This sycophancy, Wren feels a little depraved.

Now, walking on the commercial street in the downtown area of Diramo, every other way, someone takes the initiative to greet him.

He even received quite a few invitations to banquets in high society, and he only went once, and he 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...... Ahh

"Mr. Zaro, it's almost time to visit, I'll hold a banquet in the evening, how about we have a meal first, and then sign the contract?"

Seeing that he had walked around, Wren asked.

"No problem, I like it here, and I'm sure the people will be very satisfied." Zaro nodded, speaking aloud.

The problem of shelter was solved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wren was also relieved in his heart, he knew that the other party had taken the bait, and he only needed to push lightly.

…………

Time flies quickly, when night falls, the lights in the Luoxia Hotel are bright, and an evening is being held in the three-story luxury private room.

There were quite a few people in the private room, in addition to Wren and Zaro, there were Garcia, Suzanne, Wensey, Higg, Jenny, and a dozen cowboys from Thorn Security.

Dishes are served by beautiful waiters in uniforms and black stockings, and the aroma of meat such as braised carp, corn ribs, and soy sauce beef is appetizing.

There are also local "rustic" style specialties, scrambled eggs with cactus, fried rattlesnakes, steamed lizard tails, and dry-fried scorpions......

"Come on, Mr. Zaro has worked hard these days, I toast you!"

Wren picked up a bottle of foaming white beer and clinked a glass with Zaro.

Grunting, Zaro's face turned red with alcohol, belching, and smiling.

As soon as the dinner began, the people of the Thorn Security Company toasted him in various names, and they kept toasting him, and they were like a tide of sycophants, and they didn't stop for a moment.

"Come, Mr. Zaro, I admire a man like you with affection and righteousness, please allow the contemptible to toast you."

Higg stood up, and said in a bold tone.

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

Garcia at the other table smiled and held two glasses, first pouring two-thirds full of beer into the wideglass.

Then fill a small cup with "Red Flame" (a spirit of this world, produced in the Silver Eagle Federation), and sink the small cup into a wide-mouthed cup, creating a "depth charge".

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

"Ahem!"

After drinking this cup of fierce food, Zaro only felt a burning pleasure in his throat, his head was a little dizzy, and he coughed a few times.

Wren looked at him, and the beautiful waitress on the side quickly patted Zaro on the back.

"Almost, it's important to get down to business." The head was a little dizzy, and Zaro didn't dare to drink anymore.

"Suzanne, take out the contract." Wren commanded.

Suzanne immediately pulled out a few papers from her black handbag, and Garcia handed over a "Fengchun" cigar and lit it for Zaro.

With a cigarette in his mouth and a little dazed, Zaroqiang lifted his spirits, went through the contract, and handed the documents to Jenny.

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

She whispered in Zaro's ear: "There is no problem with the treaty, 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 full. ”

This means that the next group of Kangao people will also have to live in the Sunshine Community until it is full, and they must live for a year, otherwise they will need to pay a lot of liquidated damages.

"No problem."

Zaro, who was drunk and a little dizzy, nodded, the war would be fought in a year, and there were more than 20,000 people who moved out, these conditions were not a problem in his opinion.

The conditions of the Sunshine Community are completely okay, and when the next group of clansmen come, he will come to sign the contract again, and he is still too troublesome.

In fact, Wren didn't do anything in the contract, he just wanted to maximize his profits, so as not to be poached into a corner to steal business.

Of course, not doing anything does not mean that you have not dug a pit, and if you do not drain the oil and water of this group of aborigines, you are simply sorry for this opportunity.

Everything was negotiated, Zaro picked up the quill, signed, and pressed his handprint, and the contract officially came into effect.

Seeing this, Jenny excused herself from drinking, got up and quit, and Suzanne also withdrew.

The feast was not over, and Zaro, who had finished his business, was unrestrained and continued to eat and drink at the instigation of Wren, Garcia, Higer, and Wenxi.

"Come, Mr. Zaro, look up for a long time, I will toast you."

"It's worthy of being a good man in the plains, it's really massive, let's have another drink."

…………

The company's new cowboys also toasted in turn, and touted wildly, almost blowing Zaro into the sky.

Wren sat on the sidelines, shaking his wine glass, watching all this, and smiling like a big bad wolf.

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

Eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, drunken gold, wine-colored wealth, Haitian prosperous...... Ahem, anyway, the days are still long.