The caravan was a merchant from the Sith Empire who was going to buy some items from the Longhua Empire and sell them back to the magnates. All he earned was the difference, but the carriage was full of real money at the moment, and that was all he had.

Yemen was the owner of the caravan, and he was shivering in one of the wagons. Before leaving, he made detailed statistics, and found that the horse bandits would disappear for a period of time after each robbery, about half a month, and then they would come out again, probably because the robbed money was used up.

He is pinching the time, which is purely a fluke. But for insurance, he still spent some money to hire escorts recommended by the Chamber of Commerce. He felt that he had grasped the time of the horse bandits, so he chose the cheapest team.

Although these people have bad deeds and average strength, they still have at least professional ethics - they are guaranteed by the Chamber of Commerce. In fact, Yemen didn't expect them to be of great use, but some minor problems could be solved smoothly.

When his peers saw that he chose which team of escorts, they all gave him a word of stupidity in their hearts. There were also one or two well-meaning peers who suggested that he change to a better one, after all, this kind of thing is not a child's play.

Yemen politely declined, and since he had discovered the pattern of the horse bandits' activities, why did he spend money in vain? If these two purchases had not been robbed, he would not have planned to hire escorts in the future.

Only by taking risks can you get more wealth.

Of course, Yemen knows what these people are thinking, and when he walked out of the Chamber of Commerce, he said in his heart, a bunch of brainless fools, I just watched you choose the best escort, and in the end they were robbed, sitting on the ground and crying.

The journey was uneventful, and just the night before, the caravan was already very close to Maple Leaf City, and he thought that the horse bandits would not dare to plunder under the nose of the government. So at dinner, they were reminded that they could leave at any time, and that they were no longer needed by the caravan. And the reason he did it was simply that he didn't want to pay the rest of their salaries. He felt that he had lost money, that nothing had happened along the way, that they had been on their horses and had never come off.

At night, lying in his tent, he thought that he had opened the door where countless gold and silver treasures were hidden, and that he had mastered the way to make a fortune, and he became so excited that he could not sleep, and even danced with excitement.

Early in the morning, the caravan began to depart, and there was still fog on the road.

Yemen leaned into the carriage and fell asleep, he did not sleep all night.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, what he feared most and what he thought was impossible happened.

The horse bandits rushed out of the fog and rode tall horses, long knives in their hands.

There was no neighing shout in their charge, only the sound of horses' hooves colliding with the ground, kicking up dust. If it weren't for the fact that they were dressed in a mess, they would have been a well-trained army.

Yemen's facial features became distorted in an instant, and he couldn't breathe for a while, as if he had been submerged in cold water. How can they play their cards out of the ordinary? This is clearly not their time to act?

I would have hired a better escort if I had known, Yemen thought to himself. But at this moment, he could only pray that these escorts could hold on, and the garrison of Maple Leaf City would arrive as soon as possible.

Other than that, he couldn't do anything, he was just an ordinary person.

The carriage was stabbed with a sharp knife with blood dripping from the tip of the knife, and a dead man nailed to the outside of the carriage. The knife stood in front of him. Yemen screamed like a woman.

"Quiet, quiet, Mr. Yemen. The curtain was lifted, and the captain of the escort he hired stuck his head in, his face stained with blood.

"I think we should leave, these bandits don't want to die, my people can't stop them. ”

"Leave?" Yemen glanced at the dead man next to him and said in a trembling voice, "But...... But we are surrounded by horse bandits, where can we escape? And what about the money in the wagon?"

The man shut up in thought, looked his eyes up and down Yemen, and said, "If only I hadn't taken you burdens with me, I'm sure we'd have escaped." ”

"You want to abandon me?" Yemen's eyes widened and he was full of anger, "I paid your salary! If you dare to do this, I will definitely go to the Chamber of Commerce to complain about you and make you infamous!"

He grabbed the man by the collar and didn't let go, looking threatening, with the meaning of "If you don't save me, I'll die in front of you".

The man simply skipped Yemen's threat and ignored it completely, would you be furious because a bug was baring its teeth and claws at you? He tore Yemen's hand off and said, "I look forward to your complaint, provided you come back alive." We don't want the rest of the salary anymore, you can keep it for yourself. ”

He touched his bald head, then lowered the curtain and led the people away, and after fighting his way out of the encirclement of the horse bandits, he stood on a hill and watched silently.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but he's just unwilling to throw away his life for a dime boss, and he feels that it's a loss-making business. If the boss paid a large amount of condolences to his family for the sake of losing his life, he thought it would not be impossible.

However, this boss obviously won't do that, he doesn't even want to pay the rest of the commission, and he is obviously a person who regards money as his life.

These self-proclaimed brilliant businessmen are sometimes extremely stupid.