The Firebird Bar has been renovated.

At eight o'clock in the morning, when Wren walked in, he found a painting hanging on the wall.

It was a knight in black leather armor, dressed in a red robe, holding a spear, and riding on a one-horned white horse.

The one-horned white horse, which is a strange beast, is difficult to domesticate, so there are not many of them.

Because it is a back painting of a galloping horse, I can't see the appearance of the characters clearly, but the style of that set of leather armor is very retro, and this painting may be some years old.

The foreman, Mr. Philip, sat at a wooden table in the middle of the bar, and when he saw Wren and Garcia behind him, he immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Boss Ackerman, please be seated!" ”

Wren was not polite, pulling out an upholstered wooden chair and sitting across from him, while Garcia stood behind him like a bodyguard.

As a boss, when negotiating, there must be several people behind it, and the forced style is set off.

The conversation went well, mainly because Rennes' salary was not low.

Mr. Philip's smile warmed when he heard that a single worker could earn 2 silver coins a day by simply setting up a tent and simply clearing the ground.

In Bushen City, the hard work of moving bricks for a month is 6 gold coins, but the consumption there is much higher than that of Diramo City.

He happily asked, "You are so generous, how many people do you need to hire?" ”

"100 people, we have to start construction tomorrow morning, no problem, right?" Wren asked rhetorically.

Time waits for no one, and others will react later, and the competition will be much fiercer.

The land Suzanne also chosen, there is a large vacant lot on the edge of the city, and the rental price is very cheap.

"No problem, I'll go to the union to gather people, please rest assured, the number of workers tomorrow will definitely be enough!"

Mr. Philip stood up, bowed, and took his leave.

When he was gone, Garcia sat down, picked up a cold beer, and took a sip.

He was a little puzzled: "President, I know that many people are stranded in the city now, and the hotel is full.

But the place where we set up our tents is too far away from the city, and the life is very inconvenient, and the sanitary conditions are poor, will anyone really want to live?

Moreover, 4000 military tents, isn't it a bit much? ”

Garcia now probably understood Wren's idea of providing temporary accommodation for the foreign population, but the location was too remote.

Although the contract price is cheap, this is no longer in the suburbs, but on the edge of the city.

Wren sneered: "That's not for the rich, don't worry, don't talk about tents when the time comes, there will be people robbing the kennels!" ”

War is coming, and the news is still blocked.

The plains are vast and sparsely populated, but there are more than 300,000 people in total, and as soon as the war starts, refugees will pour into the city of Dilamo and the surrounding towns.

Do they all sleep on the streets? How to survive the winter? Not afraid of wind, rain and thunder?

No matter how bad the accommodation is, it is better than nothing, Wren makes war money, and he earns black money, and the longer the war lasts, the more he earns.

When the time comes, just collecting rent will be soft, not to mention, Rennes already has a complete set of plans.

One-stop service, guarantee can squeeze out all the oil and water on the refugees, no, guarantee that they can live at ease and satisfied.

"Can you really rent it all out? Are there so many people?

Moreover, that kind of accommodation, the rent of 2 gold coins a month, is it too expensive? Garcia asked, confused, he couldn't read the boss's delirious confidence.

Not to blame him, Wren did not tell his subordinates the news of the war, and keeping it a proper mystery helped to create prestige.

Expensive?

Wren smiled: "Don't worry, this wave will not lose money." ”

Don't say whether the refugees have a choice at that time, even if it is really expensive, it is not too late to reduce the price, maybe reduce the rent halfway, and make them grateful to Dade.

Besides, there are also the Kangao people, and Wren doesn't believe that these natives can withstand this turmoil.

He has been to the bluestone department, and many Kangao people live in tents, brick houses are witch doctors, and only high-level leaders such as chiefs can live there.

It's a big deal to rent to the natives and squeeze them hard, but he has prepared several sets of service projects, and he is not afraid that they will not pay for it.

Thinking of this, the black-hearted merchant Ren took a sip of beer, and the mellow liquor entered his mouth, and he couldn't help but think of a famous quote from an arms dealer in the book "Steam Revolution":

If you do not sell arms to enemy countries to fight your own country, you are not worthy of being called an international arms dealer.

The story of the arms dealer who made his fortune was a great inspiration to Wren.

The story takes place more than 200 years ago, in the west of the mainland, two countries are at war, thanks to the advanced arms provided by the arms dealer, the enemy country can not hold on first.

Beaten to the ground, ready to surrender.

After discovering this, the arms dealer sold a batch of arms to the enemy country through a third-party neutral country through a covert channel.

Then, the war continued, and every time the enemy country could not hold out, the arms dealer would generously support a wave of guns and ammunition.

Sometimes, when the country is at a disadvantage, the arms dealer will cut off support for the enemy country and increase his own orders, and even sell them cheaper.

In this way, a war that should have ended in three months was fought for four whole years, and then the two countries could not hold on and shook hands and made peace.

The war left the two countries economically depressed and many people displaced, but the arms dealer made a lot of money.

Later, the arms dealer who had amassed a fortune emigrated to the Silver Eagle Federation, where he was named Alberto Falai.

Ironically, during the war, the people of his country were very supportive of Alberto, saying that he was a patriotic businessman and a hero.

It was precisely because he sold arms to the country "at a low price" that they were able to resist the invasion of the enemy country.

Alberto: Thank you for your support, that's what I'm supposed to do.

After the war, Alberto also donated a sum of money to the refugees to support the post-war reconstruction efforts.

At this time, the masses were full of praise for him, saying that he was generous, generous, and compassionate.

Alberto: Thank you all for your love, I am a soft-hearted person who cannot see my compatriots suffering.

Even many years after he emigrated to the Silver Eagle Federation, he was a hero in the history books of that country, and the people said that he was the pride of his country.

It wasn't until 80 years ago, after the publication of the book "Steam Revolution", that Alberto was immediately deleted from the country's history books.

The scholar who wrote the book spoke highly of him:

Alberto is only at the beginning of the fourth order, but the Falai family has been able to become a first-class family on the continent in just over two hundred years, comparable to many families that have been inherited for thousands of years, and he has contributed a lot.

Alberto's son is Daniel Falai, a councilor of the Steam Alliance, and a fifth-order [Sky Splitter Black Warrior].

The grandson is Alfred Farley, who is in charge of the famous gun 'Raging Rain'.

Thinking of this, Wren sighed: "Sure enough, only with a thick face and a black heart can you make a fortune." ”