Back at the bar, it was late at night.

After Morgan finished killing people, he fled from the city as soon as possible, but in order to observe whether there was a dark line to follow, he dared to go back until dark.

This is not a trivial matter, once the clues are found, let alone Morgan, no one who is a little involved with him will want to live.

Fortunately, the person on the other end of the phone and the Draconians only knew him as a slave, not Morgan's name.

As slaves they had no name, only a code name.

This also has the advantage that Morgan doesn't have to hide his name to live.

After entering the bar, he immediately woke up the sleeping Gawain and Orange to discuss the situation.

As soon as Gawain saw that Morgan was back, he was immediately a little happy, rubbed his eyes and said, "Why did you come back, are things going well?" ”

"Don't mention it, who knows about the head except the three of us?"

"The female slaves don't know that I have Barbarossa and Yorick's heads hidden, and I don't know the rest." Outland finished looking at Gawain.

"I didn't tell the bandits that you said the money was useful, so when Sieg asked, I only said that the hairy beard was burned to death, and after Yorick's head was taken by you, it disappeared with the explosion, and Sigurt didn't suspect it."

"That's good." Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, if anyone knew about this matter, it would definitely kill people. ”

"What's going on?" Gawain asked.

"Gaozhen's navy let me kill them." Morgan said.

"What!" The shock on Gawain's face was self-evident, and Olland's face also changed.

"This matter, I won't be able to say it clearly for a while, anyway, you just treat it as if nothing happened, you don't know anything, I'll tell him about it over there, I will tell him about it, Mao Beard has an official background, whoever says it will die!"

"Okay, got it." Gawain nodded.

"How's business going today?"

"The business is very good, but the capital turnover is not enough, we now have more than 30 people to eat every day, and the owner of the wine cellar does not give luxury wine money."

"I really didn't eat mutton, I made a fuss, I'll go to the city tomorrow to think of a way, go to sleep."

This trip really outweighed the losses, I thought I could get 40 million Bailey, and the capital chain was also in crisis, so it is likely that the business will not be done as long as it faces bankruptcy.

Morgan forced himself to sleep, many things could not be delayed for a moment, and he had to think of money tomorrow.

The next morning, Morgan packed up and went out.

Last time, a few days ago, he gave Sheriff Pittman and a group of his men a lot of benefits, and it was much easier to get into the city gates.

Normally, people from outside the city are not allowed to enter, for fear that the scavengers will affect the prosperity of Goa.

For people in the city, people outside are garbage, and they just need to clean up the garbage.

It's just that they don't know that one day when business is bad, they will be swept out of the door as garbage.

Morgan had studied the streets before, and everything resembled Western medieval architecture except for the high walls.

If you are a time-traveler who has no life experience and only relies on utopia, if you want to make money, you must be thinking about wine, doing business or something at the first time.

But Morgan, who has more knowledge, knows that it is not so easy to get into any industry.

Even the sand and cement used to build houses have the existence of sand ba, not to mention high-profit things such as tobacco and alcohol.

If you want to compete for the channel management of tobacco and alcohol, you must eat both black and white, and Morgan is certainly self-aware.

What he wants to do is something that people don't want to do, don't bother to do, and don't look down on high interest rates and high returns.

There is a profession that is very simple, in the mother country of another world, it has existed since ancient times.

He came early today, and the sky was still bright.

Morgan saw many people walking down the street with barrels and noses pinched.

This is the fecal filth accumulated the day before, which has to be cleaned up by oneself and discharged at the uncertain terminal far away from the city.

Goya claims to be the cleanest country in the East China Sea, and such a thing as feces is even more intolerable.

The king had a clear requirement that it all be poured out before he was in the morning.

The nobles had servants and guards who served them, and of course they didn't have to do it themselves, but these commoners had to waste time to do these things.

The city is quite far from the terminal of the uncertain object, and it sometimes takes two or three hours to make a round trip.

Whenever Morgan saw a man carrying a bucket, he stepped forward to sell:

"Ma'am, do you need help dumping the feces?" Only five hundred baileys at a time, the price of five newspapers. ”

The price is so low that almost no one can believe it.

Five hundred Baileys, not even a meal, most people can bear it, except for a few people who are about to go bankrupt, almost all of them are willing to hand over this dirty work to do.

"Are you telling the truth? It's unbelievable. ”

"It's true, we are a professional garbage disposal company, and it will be good to leave this kind of work to us in the future, and if there is extra excess household waste, we are also willing to dump it for you for free."

In this way, Morgan did not expect that the first business negotiation would be surprisingly smooth, and hundreds of orders were placed in just one morning.

They all promised to try the service starting tomorrow.

Morgan stuffed two more expensive red envelopes into the guards, greeted Sheriff Pittman, and left happily.

Tomorrow there will be more than 200 dung buckets, and we will have to build a car that can concentrate on pulling dung, and if a car can hold 40 barrels according to its capacity, at least two will have to be made.

Gawain is a blacksmith, and he can do this kind of carpentry work at his fingertips, and according to his workload, he can take at most one dung truck tomorrow morning.

The rest had to be transported manually, and there were a dozen or so girls idle, and the time had come to use them.

It's still a lot of fun to let a group of little girls with fine skin and tender meat go to pull big feces.

If all goes well, Guangming will get 150,000 Baileys in the morning!

When the time comes, give Pitman and his men 50,000 yuan, and the remaining 100,000 yuan will be enough to cover the bar's expenses.