An hour later, Abel walked out of the palace.

This prince is not as hasty as he imagined, but he is more greedy than expected.

The purchase price was only 70 percent of the last purchase of arms, and the quantity was even higher.

But the price quoted was only 10 percent cheaper.

The remaining 20% difference is the benefit fee demanded by Prince Pengpeng.

Conversely, the obsolete old weapons will also be disposed of at a cheaper price for Abel.

And this is equivalent to getting cheap and selling well.

As for those rags, no arms dealer will recycle them, so they can only sell them for scrap metal.

It's the equivalent of earning two pieces of money and sending him away with a pile of garbage.

By the way, he can also make his king's father and other ministers look at him with admiration.

This extremely unreasonable request, Abel readily agreed.

Not only to open up the smuggling market here, but also to let this Pengpeng prince continue to expand.

If you want it to perish, you must first make it crazy!

Abel had already figured out how to get the account back, including the principal and interest.

But before that, he had to find a good buyer for the tattered weapons that were about to be obsolete.

After all, for a qualified businessman, there is no commodity that cannot be sold, but he has not met the right people.

So who will fit into these tattered weapons?

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The Poor Sour Tavern, as his name suggests, is poor and broken.

There are only two things for sale, one is low-quality liquor, and the other is cheap black bread.

But still, every night in the evening, it's crowded with people.

Most of them had just finished their jobs, had come here with a few glasses of bad wine and a piece of sour black bread on their meagre wages, and then went home drunk and went to bed.

If you don't mind the smell of sweat, foxes, feet, and some kind of weird smell mixed up inside, then you can also choose to sleep on the table for a while.

Then wait to be thrown outside into the garbage heap with flies and mosquitoes.

Don't look at this tavern like a dirty mess, it is already one of the few entertainment places for the low-level people in the neighborhood.

During the day, poor acid taverns tend to be closed and are only open at night.

But no one knew that there was another cave beneath this filthy tavern.

Six or seven plainly dressed, weather-beaten men were hiding here discussing something, and the tavern owner, the old lame, was also here. Chinese Net

"We've recently had 23 more people join us, all poor people who have been going through the same thing."

"Damn, those nobles and royalty didn't treat us as human beings at all."

"That's why we need to unite to overthrow the rule of this country and establish a new regime."

"That's the ultimate idea, and now we still need to do it step by step."

"That's right, now that more and more people are joining us, the funds raised by the organization are running out for long. And there is an urgent need for a lot of medicine, clothing and weapons!"

"Especially weapons, if we want to operate again, we can't let our men continue to fight with the soldiers with muskets and sticks."

"Everyone is not lacking in courage, but that way of dying is so meaningless, I can't accept it."

"I also know that medicine and clothing can be bought somehow, but where can I buy arms? What to buy? Who has that door? Even if these problems are solved, those black-hearted arms dealers will knock us out and eat us all away!"

"But you have to try it."

At this moment, a middle-aged man sitting next to him with several hideous scars on his face suddenly spoke, "I know where to buy arms."

"Scar, you know?"

The crowd looked at him suspiciously.

Everyone here is a companion who knows the roots, is there any secret that Scar doesn't know?

Scar muttered, "Remember the fleet that docked in the harbor two days ago? I had a disobedient imp who took advantage of the night to get in, originally trying to steal something and sell it for money, but when I opened the box, it was full of arms and weapons, and the kid was scared away."

"Today, I saw that he was untrustworthy and had been flustered, so I asked a few questions, and then I found out what was going on."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.

Then his face was heavy: "Even if this is true, then the arms brought by the other party are also sold to the kingdom, so how much money can we pay?"

The thought that those soldiers could change into brand-new weapons, and they couldn't get their heads for a few broken guns, clouded everyone's hearts.

If this continues, let alone overthrow the regime.

Sooner or later, these rabble, will all be arrested and executed.

There was silence.

But at that moment, a voice rang out with the sound of the door being slammed.

"So you choose to give up? Why not try it again? What if a miracle happens?"

"Who!"

Scar and the others immediately stood up nervously and looked at the comer.

This is a secret stronghold that outsiders can't even know.

If the king's men had found out, they would all have to die.

"Don't be nervous, introduce yourself, I'm an arms dealer from the far north, you can call me Mr. Abel."

"The arms you talked about earlier are the goods I brought to this island."

These people subconsciously looked at Scar, and Scar suddenly became anxious, "If it wasn't me, how could I make such a mistake!"

Abel also explained for the other party, "It was he who led me here, but he didn't know it."

"That imp who sneaked into my ship was deliberately let go by me, and has been under the watchful eye of my people all along."

Scar's face immediately became extremely ugly, and the rest of the people were similar, with complaints in their eyes.

They should have thought about it just now, how could there be so many munitions on the ship without any defense, allowing a little ghost to enter and exit casually?

It was a deliberate bait released by someone.

"What do you want?"

Scar asked in a deep voice.

I didn't dare to act rashly.

Since the other party dares to come, there must be something to rely on.

If you really want to tear your face, they must be the unlucky.

No one thinks that the Arms Chamber is a bully, right?

Those are all demons who eat people and don't spit out bones!

"It's simple, I want to make a business with you, a big business!"

Abel ignored everyone, sat on the main seat with a smile, and directly turned against the guest.

"We poor people can't afford your arms."

"I know, but if you look the other way, you can afford it." Abel said very confidently.

These people seemed to have thought of something, and their eyes flashed at each other.