Lord of the Oasis

The merchants shuddered and looked flustered.

It's no wonder that anyone who finds a row of Sarand riders wearing fine chain armor and holding a machete standing by the wall at the edge of the hall can't help but tremble.

But there was no way, no one wanted to give up the salt trade this time, so they could only bite the bullet and salute Kant.

"Very delighted to see you, Lord Baron!"

These businessmen appear extremely humble.

"Yeah." Kant nodded, sitting on his seat without even moving, An Ran accepted their salute, but said lightly: "Sit down, there are many people coming, if there is no seat, just stand on."

Here is his identity.

Being a baron is just because these humble merchants are not the same noble class as him.

Even if there was no preparation or hospitality, the group of businessmen still did not dare to say anything. Instead, they looked at each other and discussed in a low voice, letting the businessmen who had high-ranking nobles as their backers sit down first.

Businessmen are also divided by class and status.

As for those small businessmen, ordinary businessmen, they can only stand and watch with a smile.

But only 30 people can come in.

Except for the 10 people sitting on both sides of the long table in the inn hall, smiling respectfully to Kant, the other 20 people stood at the end of the long table and listened quietly.

Obviously, some people want to eat meat, some people want to drink soup, and they have been negotiated when they enter the station.

Kant saw it, but didn't care.

As long as he can sell his salt, he doesn't care who can buy or sell it.

Rolfe also stood behind the door.

Although he does not understand business, he came to this hall to protect the safety of Lord Kant and to guard against any unusual anomalies outside the inn. At that time, he can also be dispatched in the middle, so that he has been on guard and is riding in the The cavalry waiting on their respective horses responded quickly.

He came from a noble family and was a vicious leader of robbers, so he had a deep understanding of the cunning of nobles, the cunning of businessmen, and the desperation of gangsters.

Not afraid of ten thousand,

Just in case!

But in the hall, Kant was relaxed and discussed the salt trade with these merchants with a normal expression.

Don't need too much nonsense, Kant, who has taken the initiative, said directly: "I have 400 bags of finished fine white salt here, each bag of 100 large silver coins, can be supplied every week, and I promise, in After a month, the supply can reach 1,000 bags per week, I don't know who can eat it!" Tonight is embarrassed

"This..." The businessmen looked at each other and looked at each other, but no one could answer. They just stared blankly at Kant and the familiar companions around him, looking a little stunned.

In business communication, how can it be so simple and rude to turn out one's trump card.

But Kant looked at them with a slightly mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

Reaching out and knocking on the table, he said indifferently: "If you feel unacceptable, you can leave this desert, and whoever thinks you can cooperate, then set the rules, 100 large silver coins per bag of salt, neither high nor low. "

"Uh... at this price..."

A businessman tentatively said: "If the production is too large, the lion duchy will not be able to digest it. Do you want this price? I think it may be lower..."

"Haha." Kant smiled, making no secret of his sarcasm.

Looking at him, he said indifferently: "It's just 100 large silver coins per bag. I think the expensive ones can leave. I know better than you about the salt trade. The creatures in the entire human kingdoms and wilderness tribes like these white goods. Buy if you want, if you don't want to..." He reached out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "There is no need to continue to spend more time in this inn."

"This...this..." The businessmen were even more stunned.

Kant is at ease.

This is the advantage of monopoly. As the monopoly party, the rules are set by him.

No matter how harsh and stingy the rules are, the advantage of monopoly is always in his hands.

These businessmen want to make money?

Then you have to pinch your nose and choose to follow Kant's simple, clear and domineering rules!

But Kant did not give them a way to survive. In fact, although the salt trade in the human kingdoms is 200 large silver coins per bag, if it is in the salt panic season, there are also 400 large silver coins.

After all, the salt caravan to and from the dwarf kingdom also takes several months.

It was not peaceful along the way.

If an accident happens, it will be delayed for a month or two. If the nobles and big businessmen want to hold a banquet, they will spend a lot of money to purchase fine white salt, especially the South County and East County leaders are developed due to trade, and they are generally extravagant and wasteful. It will waste a whole sack of fine white salt, which is a big consumer of this type of salt!

At present, the mere 400 bags of fine white salt in Kant can supply the male lion principality for less than half a month at most. After all, those nobles keep banquets every day in order to pass the time. unlawful marriage

In addition, there is a tradition of giving salt to elite troops as an additional bonus, which further exacerbates the consumption of salt.

Even 1,000 bags of fine white salt scattered throughout the Principality of Lions are nothing.

If scattered in the human kingdoms.

It's even more pathetic!

Otherwise, there would not be a steady stream of caravans heading to the dwarf kingdom, risking the dangers of the wasteland, just to trade salt, and it would not be possible to earn a lot of big silver coins!

Now, no need to risk your life.

And without wasting too much time, you can easily get a lot of fine white salt.

This monopoly also represents huge profits!

"Lord Baron! Our caravan is willing to cooperate! Willing to cooperate!"

"Yes, Lord Baron, our caravan is also willing to obey your arrangement!"

The merchants reacted immediately.

All of them stood up and saluted Kant respectfully, all of them being extremely respectful.

"These 400 bags of white salt are the commodities of this trade, you should share it." Kant still looked slightly mocking, without the slightest shyness, he still sat in his seat and said lightly: "If you can trade with golden eagles, then Just use the golden eagle to trade, I am afraid of trouble, if you use the golden eagle to trade, it can be calculated at the price of the black market."

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Baron!"

"Lord Baron is so kind!"

"Lord Baron, your kindness shames us!"

The merchants were overjoyed.

Purchasing market-priced salt according to the black market price, the profits can be multiplied several times!

They don't care what Kant wants the golden eagle to do. Anyway, this is a kind of currency. Although it is advanced, they really brought a lot of them this time. Each caravan has some golden eagles, and they can swallow this batch of fine goods in full. White salt!

However, while they were negotiating, a desert robber walked quickly outside.

"Lord Lord, Lord Rolfe."

He saluted first, and then reported solemnly: "I found a strange cavalry unit in the south, about 600 people, it seems... the comers are not good!"