Chapter Fifty-Eight: Carry out the pretense to the end
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The musket fell, and the old goblin stared at the alluring golden light shining through the cracks in the sack, and lost his mind for a moment.
"Deal!"
There was a snort beside him, it was a goblin riding on the other mammoth, he saw that the goblin opposite Cheng Xiaotian was still stunned, and angrily carried a copper kettle, and flew over according to his head.
"Victor, don't wait for the boss yet!"
This sound finally woke Victor up, but it didn't help, and then he was hit by the flying copper kettle, and with a "clang", he planted the mammoth with a beautiful smile on his face......
Cheng Xiaotian pretended not to have time, stretched out his hand to look at the falling Victor, shook his head and sighed.
"Boss, Bloomberg has you covered." A shrill voice suddenly came from in front of him, and this time it was Cheng Xiaotian's turn to be taken aback and almost planted.
At some point, the place where Victor was sitting had been replaced by a greener goblin, the one who was sitting on the mammoth on the other side. The distance between the two mounts was more than ten meters, and I don't know how he flew over......
As if seeing through Cheng Xiaotian's doubts, Bloomberg licked his face and leaned in front of the gold bag, and said stupidly while stretching out his hand: "Boss, you have to believe in the power of money, God can't do it!" Not...... If you can give this whole bag of gold......"
A flash of vigilance flashed in Cheng Xiaotian's eyes, and his right hand quickly pinched a trick and slapped it on the sack, which disappeared in an instant and returned to the Qiankun bag.
"Hmmm...... Bloomberg pretended not to care, retracted his hand and held his stomach and laughed, his voice was like a rooster crowing, and then he said, "If you are willing to give that gold, I!" Bloomberg, director of venture capital firm Arathi, will recruit an army of 10,000 people to sweep the Arathi Basin! ”
"Aren't you serving the Orc Empire?" Cheng Xiaotian asked rhetorically.
"No, we're only in the service of money." Bloomberg said quietly.
Cheng Xiaotian was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled, recruiting an army of 10,000 people to sweep the Arathi Basin? Come on, don't even sweep your own Mochizuki Village......
"You better finish this deal first, do a good job, and there will be business to find you in the future." With that, Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand, and two gold bars weighing one kilogram each fell on the mammoth's back.
Bloomberg smiled and bowed, not glancing at the two large gold bars at all, and the big customers came to the door, of course, to pay attention to their demeanor.
"Boss, rest assured, our venture capital firm has a good reputation in Azeroth, and it only takes five days for us to guarantee the delivery of the goods, along with the saddles for all the mounts." Bloomberg watched Cheng Xiaotian fly away with the sword light, and shouted with a smile.
"Bloomberg!" Victor's voice came from his feet, and Bloomberg saw that Cheng Xiaotian was far away, smiled and looked down.
"Why don't you just ......" Victor tilted his head and gestured with his left hand to his neck in a throat-slitting motion.
Bloomberg shook his head and sighed, "You're really stupid, do you think we can beat him?" ”
In fact, Cheng Xiaotian had the same idea just now, but he gave up in the end.
It's easy to kill these two profiteers, but how can you put these more than 400 mounts down? The Qiankun bag could hold live animals, but when these hundreds of mounts were gathered, his treasure bag was finished, and the dung of hundreds of animals alone made him shudder...... And there are so many treasures in the Qiankun bag, which one is not priceless? How much gold is like this!
However, these two goblins also gave him a lot of inspiration, recruiting a support army, what a good idea, worthy of a nimble businessman, the value of this inspiration in his opinion, far more than hundreds of mounts!
Cheng Xiaotian, who readjusted the plan, became more and more motivated.
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"What do you want to do? I'm very old. Sedang-Ale took a sip of ale and said disdainfully. He was a dwarf who had lived alone in the town of Southsea for some years.
He is already 327 ...... this year Maybe it's 328 years old, right? He doesn't remember it himself, anyway.
But what does it matter? How big should I live, how big should I live, and can I live one more day by remembering my age? No! What's the point of remembering that? I'm old anyway.
The above passage is what Sedan ale often says, especially after he has drunk too much ale, and he always chatters with people.
He doesn't have any friends, huh...... Not a single one, not anyone who has friends, well!
It's noisy, or rather, the noisiest place in Nanhai Town, because it's the adventurer's inn in Nanhai Town. Unlike the backcountry of the Arathi Basin, the Adventurer's Inn here is so big that even the dwarven aunt owner is said to have gotten lost in it, and despite her brains, it's still a testament to the size of the place!
If you think about it, the Sadol Bridge was blocked by the armies of both sides, and all the adventurers who came to the north to explore had to land in Nanhai Town, where there are not many people and ghosts.
The more lonely people are, the more they like to join in the fun, and although such people are generally not well received, it is good to play by themselves. So as the business of this adventurer's inn has gotten better and better, so has the Sedang-Ale come here more and more, and lately they have been soaking here day and night.
He didn't have much money, so he only needed a glass of ale every time he came, and he drank it for as long as he wanted, unless he was invited to drink by a wrongdoer, which was rare, except today.
"I'll invite everyone to drink!" That's what people said, they were so coaxing, everyone was shocked, and everyone followed the prestige.
The next moment, this "awesome" character jumped directly onto the counter and looked down at everyone.
I saw someone coming, dressed in a snow-white silver-rimmed robe, with a ...... on his back Come on, don't introduce it, it's Cheng Xiaotian......
Cheng Xiaotian went all the way non-stop, except for resting, he was all in a hurry, and the broken saber was broken for him, and finally arrived in Nanhai Town in the evening of the next day. He neither pointed nor stayed in the store, and plunged headlong into the local adventurer's inn, and came out of the door.
I have to say that this hand is very beautiful, and it instantly attracts the attention of adventurers, and the huge lobby is silent.
"This young master, Sheng Hui, a gold coin and a silver slot. Seven copper plates are counted......" There were weak words from his feet, and he pulled Cheng Xiaotian's trouser legs, looking down, it was a dwarf aunt, looking at the dress, it must be the boss lady.
Cheng Xiaotian didn't say a word, took out a gold bar, stretched it out to his mouth and bit it, and shook his head!
Quack!
"Phew!"
When it is long!
A golden horn was spat on the counter.
"No need to look for it!" After Cheng Xiaotian finished coaxing, he rubbed the gold bar with the missing horn on his chest, wiped off the saliva and stuffed it back into his arms.
"Wow!"
"Thank you, boss!"
The lobby of the hotel suddenly exploded, and everyone rushed up, shouting for another drink, squeezing the proprietress aside.
The proprietress grabbed the golden horn and wanted to cry without tears, this golden horn, Nima is not enough to scale!