It seems that the aura needs to be brewed before the master makes a move, and these dwarf patriarchs are obviously also brewing the atmosphere of today's talks. The sound of drinking porridge was extremely loud, which made Lin He in it speechless, these guys were a little too much.

Generally, the porridge water is drunk very quickly, and when Lin He finished drinking the last mouthful of rice porridge in the bowl and raised his head, he found that everyone else had already finished their breakfast, and they were looking at themselves together, as if they were counting how much Lin He's head had eaten for breakfast, and he would settle accounts in the future.

"Good breakfast, thank you Patriarch Calais for your hospitality!" Lin He put the dishes and chopsticks in his hand on the table and sat back and waited for the show to begin.

Patriarch Muhe made a cameo appearance as a waiter as usual, stood up and quickly put away the dishes and chopsticks. Today, the Patriarch of Mulin also joined in, and after the Patriarch Muhe took away everyone's dishes and chopsticks, he quickly set up the dining table into a simple conference table. Even in order to cover up the aroma of the meal that has not yet dissipated, a dark green tablecloth is specially laid.

"Captain Lin, shall we continue?" It can be seen that the main player of the other party today has been replaced by the patriarch of Calais. Seeing that the venue had been arranged, the old man couldn't wait to announce the resumption of the meeting.

If you don't hurry up, you can't do it, I'm old, and I discussed it all night yesterday, and I already feel sleepy at this time. After talking early, I have to hurry up and get some sleep.

"No problem, patriarchs, please speak!" As a result, the black tea handed over by the patriarch Mu He, Lin He hurriedly nodded and said thank you!

"We want to join your business group, Captain Lin!" Patriarch Calais's eyes twinkled, and he looked at Lin He expectantly.

Everything was expected!

The olive branch that I threw out yesterday seems to have been accepted by the patriarchs. There is a famous saying in the human world that when you have a baked cake, you will think about how to get a second one.

For thousands of years, the dwarves have not tried this kind of cooperation. But in the end, there will only be one result, that is, both people and money. Out of contempt for non-human races, humanity has never seen such cooperation as an equal one.

No one is a fool, even if he is a fool, he will always become smart after being deceived so many times.

Lin He, this young man, looks good, looking back on the cooperation in the past few years. Yesterday all the patriarchs agreed that this is a kind-hearted human being. Whether it is the result of genetic mutation or the cause of personality sublimation, all the patriarchs intend to try again.

It doesn't matter if you fail, you have failed so many times in thousands of years, and this time you don't embarrass your ancestors. Even if they are ashamed, the ancestors have lost more than themselves. But if he succeeds, then he is not even more powerful than his ancestors.

"In principle, on behalf of the mercenary group, I welcome you to join!" Very official language, sounds fine. In principle, it can generally be understood that it is okay to want to join in and make money together, but how to join depends on your performance.

"We'd like to hear your advice, Captain!" I have to say that ginger is still old and spicy, and the Calais patriarch threw the problem back after changing hands.

Lin He lowered his head and thought about it for a while, and after combing through his thoughts yesterday, he felt that there was no big problem. Only then did he raise his head and give everyone a sincere smile, and the four people on the opposite side felt furious in their hearts.

This smile is so familiar, when I was a child, I had seen this smile more than once with my ancestors.

"I want to set up a joint-stock company with you, and we will get 19 cents!"

"No, we're going to have five or five points!"

"Twenty-eight!"

"Sanqi!"

"Deal!"

Lin He looked at the patriarch of Calais with a little crying and laughing, and he was sure that the uncle just now was completely subconscious. The details haven't been discussed, you're in a hurry, it's really a group of real old guys, and they deserve to be cheated by others before.

"Then let's talk about the details!"

The patriarch of Calais moved the stool in front of Lin He, and the other three patriarchs also moved the bench under their buttocks.

"We set up a joint-stock company to be responsible for selling all the products of our dwarf clan, and we have three or seven points of income!"

"Why not five or five?"

Well, what was just negotiated doesn't count!

"Let's take the steel ingots we produce the most, the current price we buy from you is ten catties of copper coins, and we ship them to the empire, even if we sell them to the Trade Federation, it is also the price of one pound of copper coins!"

Since everyone is going to be their own people soon, Lin He simply said some exciting news to stimulate these buns. People must learn to grow up, not become disabled.

Sure enough, the breathing sound on the other side began to get heavier, and his eyes were redder than before!

"There really isn't a good thing in human beings!" The impulsive Patriarch Mu He jumped out again, but unfortunately this time the Patriarch of Calais was obviously prepared, and slapped the back of Mu He's head, directly slapping this guy under the table.

"Head Lin, what he said doesn't include you, you're a friend!" The Wood Forest Patriarch followed up and added.

Well, if you're happy!

"Head Lin, go on!" Rubbing his throbbing right hand, he could see that Patriarch Calais had just made a move with all his might, and he didn't know if Patriarch Muhe, who was lying on the ground of the table, had a concussion. Could it be that the IQ of these guys is all caused by this, it's terrible to think about.

"Moreover, after we cooperate, we can sell all the goods in our inventory, pay attention, it's all!"

"Captain Lin He, do you know how many steel ingots we have hoarded over the years?"

"I don't know, but I know that if our mercenary group makes a move, you won't have enough ingots to sell in a year. The same is true for other supplies? ”

Joke, how dare I promise casually if I don't find out your bottom line. Do you think Deputy Commander Ross has only been drinking for the past two days, you have drunk him, why hasn't he drunk you? From the mouths of some of you who are drunk, it's not a problem at all to ask questions that aren't too secret.

The inventory of nearly 300,000 tons of steel ingots is the savings of the dwarven clan for so many years. Moreover, Deputy Commander Gu Roth estimated that if conditions permitted, the annual steel output of the dwarven clan could reach a terrifying scale of 100,000 tons.

These dwarves are really holding the golden mountain and nibbling on pickles. But it can't be helped, there's nowhere to sell it. Every year, it is sold to the human side on the shoulders and backs, plus the other races in the mountains to buy, and it cannot even sell a tenth of the production.

In fact, Deputy Commander Ross made the mistake of asking about the current annual production of this tribe. In fact, with a population of millions of dwarves, the MiG patriarch leads more than just the tribe in front of him.