The turtle dove is breakfast to eat in the private room.

Yogurt, bread, apple slices and a vegetable salad are a bit unaccustomed to turtledoves that are used to roasted corn. Fortunately, he was not very hungry, and he slipped the uneaten bread from the plate into his pocket.

Loach looked at his actions dumbfounded, and only sighed in his heart: Sure enough, the big guys have some strange little habits!

But what surprised him even more was that the two guys, Peso and Giant Hard, picked up the plate and licked all the remaining cheese on it, and then also put a whole glass of unopened cheese next to him into his pocket.

The giant hard licked his fingers unsatisfactorily.

Armand stopped the loach from calling for another breakfast, and explained softly to him: "When I was young, I ran at sea, and I was hungry for months. Later, when I came ashore, I developed a habit of collecting food, and I couldn't sleep at all without holding a pile of food every night. ”

"And are you still like this?" Loach asked.

"Of course not so now," said Armand, "I now sleep with an artillery sword in my arms every night!" ”

"Haha," Loach laughed, "I'm just like you, and I have a penchant for collecting weapons. ”

Armand was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Yes, yes, I actually want to collect heavy artillery, if I can have a 30-pounder gun, I would rather sleep in the barrel every night, but unfortunately it is difficult to get it!" ”

"Then you've got the right man, sir!" Loach said, "If you're willing to give me 50% of the commission, I can try to get this stuff for you." ”

Armand looked at him suspiciously.

The loach lowered his head in embarrassment, "Okay, 45%, it can't be any lower!" ”

……

The name of this gladiatorial arena is the Colosseum of Fort Laramie, and there is only one of its kind in the entire Fort Laramie.

Gladiatorial fighting was a natural monopoly of business, and there were originally three gladiatorial arenas in Fort Laramie, which were then merged.

There are many reasons, but there is only one fundamental one, that is, the ancient capital torrent needs a wider and more stable river, and the three rivers are inefficient and more unsafe.

After Turtledove finished breakfast, there was a knock on the door of the private room.

A pot-bellied white man walked in with a smile on his face, introducing himself as the manager of the gladiatorial arena, and was extremely sycophantic to the turtledove, even squatting down to take out a snow-white handkerchief and wipe the mud and dust from the turtledove's shoes that didn't even exist.

Loach had thought that his guest must be a great man, but he never imagined that his guest would be so big that even the 'fat pig Gram' of Fort Laramie would grovel to the knees!

Especially when he saw 'Fat Pig Gram' squatting on the ground, cocking his fat ass and revealing a piece of pink pants, the loach didn't think it was ridiculous at all, but felt more and more horrified in his heart.

Then he was greeted with a burst of ecstasy that almost suffocated him: yes, that's what money tastes like!

Until now he hadn't asked what the names of his guests were, but all the information he had seen had been answered in his heart!

…… An Indian!

…… A young Indian!

…… An Indian who packed gold in burlap bags everywhere!

…… An Indian who packed gold in burlap bags everywhere and dared to walk in Fort Laramie!

The answer is already coming!

He heard his guest smile at Gram the Fat Pig and say, "All right, Gram, I'm just borrowing your place to deal with a little thing, you don't have to worry too much!" ”

Graham struggled to stand up on the leg of the table, and replied with sincere fear: "I am just an honest businessman, and I have never evaded taxes, and I have never dared to break the law." Whether it's Leon or Brown, I have nothing to do with them! ”

"I know, I know!" Loach saw his guest put his hand on Gram's shoulder, wiped his sweat with the white handkerchief that Gram had just wiped his shoes, and said, "Tomorrow I will have someone make a plaque for you to be an 'honest business'!" ”

Graham was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I should pay for the production of this plaque, you see, five thousand...... No, ten thousand dollars, is it appropriate? ”

Loach shook his head when he saw his guest.

Gram's cheeks were dripping with sweat, and his snow-white shirt was clinging to his body, hugging his fat waistline.

"It's not easy for you to run such a big business, where can I ask for your money?" Loach heard his guest say, "If anyone dares to ask you for money in the future, tell me directly, and I will not spare him!" ”

Gram just laughed dryly, not knowing what to answer for a moment.

"By the way," said Loach to Gramm, seeing his guest, "you used to pay a 30% tax in the arena?" ”

"Yes, yes!" Graham said quickly.

"It's too high! It's too high! The loach heard his guest say, "From now on, it will be 15%!" ”

The fat on Gram's cheeks trembled, and after a while, he repeated incredulously, "15%? ”

"Well," Loach patted Gramm's fat belly as if he were joking, and said, "By the way, you can also ask the bosses above you, if you are willing to open a factory here, I will not charge any taxes!" ”

"Hey!" This time, Graham was particularly cheerful in agreeing. He said again and again: "I will convey it, I will convey it!" ”

"Okay, there's nothing for you to do here, you can go and get busy!"

"Okay, okay, if you have any requests, please command as soon as possible, just as you ask!" Graham said busily.

"I will, if I have something, I'll let this ...... Loach? ”

The loach's legs seemed to be loaded with yellow, and at once they bounced in front of his guests, "Sir? ”

His guest said to Gramm, "This is a loach, you two get to know each other!" ”

"Hello, hello, hello!" Gramm's large, sweaty hands hurriedly grabbed the loach's hand, swaying it up and down.

"Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately!" The loaches also swayed up and down to the rhythm of Gramm.

The two are like brothers who have been separated for many years and reunited after a long absence, kissing and kissing face to face.

They are all the same excitement, and they are all the same fear.

……

"By the way, who will win in the next gladiatorial fight?" Turtledove asked.

"Ben Francis Huyint, of course!" Graham replied.

"Can you change it?" Turtledove asked. "I want Red Cloud to win!"

Gram, who had groveled to the turtledove to the point of shamelessness before, was embarrassed this time.

"You know, turtledove, this plate is too big......"

"Can't change it?"

Graham shook his head, "It can't be changed!" ”