Rise of Rurik

There are many rumors about the Rus, and of course Fodgen can feel their ambitions. Fodgen came here today to actually make a sound, and until now he has not explained his ultimate purpose. He was still experimenting, but it was unexpected that Gould had named the trade secret that "the Russ need a large population."

Because of the population, that is a commodity!

Even if everyone is against selling the people of allies as slave traders, what is the reality? Some bankrupt people do not want to commit suicide. They want their family to continue to live, so they have to make sacrifices for the rich to be slaves.

The most powerful tribe of Meralen recognizes this particular tradition and has no customary laws to bind it.

The reputation of selling the people of allies is indeed not good. Having said that, businessmen, what they ask for is a fortune. As long as the businessmen do not challenge the authority of the tribal leaders and undermine the interests of the leader's family, then no one will care what they do.

"Forget it, I didn't come here to chat with you. I heard something about the Rus people, and I also heard that you sell a lot of magical things called soupa that can wash away the dirtiest things. You make a fortune It's a pity that I lost a lot this year, and I'm only here to beg you for one thing this time."

"Can you still beg me?" Gould smiled unkindly.

Fodgen nodded: "Maybe my request will interest you, and there is some good news..." He looked at the girl beside Gould again: "Carlotta, maybe you will be happy too."

"I will be happy?" The girl forced a smile and said, "If my clan is still alive, I will be happy. The only thing I can be happy about is this."

"Ah! That's what I'm talking about." Gould blurted out this slap on the thigh, and Carlotta was taken aback again.

"Fordgen, are you telling the truth? My people."

"It's your master, do you really think I sold the people of my allies? How is that possible?"

"What happened to them?" With that, Carlotta stood up completely.

"They're all fine. The women, the kids, the people I took, they're all on my island. Haha, Gould, now you can't call me a villain. I'm as good as you are. man."

Gould shrugged, finding it ridiculous that the words came out of Fodgen's mouth. He asked, "It's really strange. I heard that you gathered a hundred Ostarans. What are you taking in them?"

"Working for me, of course, you know what I do. I've saved so many people, I can't give them food for nothing, and I'm not really a saint."

"So you mean,

Will they work for you in the future? ' Gould asked deliberately.

"How is that possible! They're only temporary jobs, and I'm still going to take this group of people... let them leave my island."

Gould shook his head: "Isn't that still sold?"

When it comes to the word "sell", it is like a knife in language, smashing Carlota's heart crazily.

She held on to the wooden table and shouted: "No! I can't sell them. They are my clan."

Fodgen did fear Carlotta's identity, but he wouldn't fear a child. "Carlotta, those people are in my hands, and many of them have expressed their willingness to work for me and to be my servants. Your leaders are dead, and for the time being, only I am helping them, and only I can decide what to do with them. destiny."

"No! You can't! Because I'm already the new leader of Ostara."

"You?" Fodgen calmed down for a while, then laughed.

Of course, he was the only one in the whole scene laughing wildly. He laughed for a while and found that the atmosphere was very unusual, so embarrassed he quickly cooled off and quickly asked, "Gould, can this kid be a leader too? The Ostara tribe has been destroyed."

Gould shook his head: "No, Ostara is not destroyed. Maybe I should introduce you to this special, this is the new leader of Ostara, Mrs. Carlotta."

In order to reflect the noble status of the girl, Gould specially used the Norse word for "Mrs."

"Absurd! She is a child, who would admit that?"

"I admit it." Gould said without changing his face.

"You? You're a businessman, that's all."

"No. I am a businessman valued by the Rus, and the Rus will also recognize Carlotta's identity."

"What a nonsense." Fodgen shook his head. "It doesn't matter, I'm a businessman after all. Since you admit that she is a rare female leader, are you willing to do something for her?"

"Of course." Gould answered without hesitation: "As long as it's not too much."

"Then, would you like to buy the refugees from Ostara in my hands?"

"Buy them?" Gould hesitated instead.

Carlotta turned her head suddenly, with a pitiful expression on her face, she tried her best to plead, "Sir, you must help my people." Seeing that Gould was still hesitating, she even said loudly: "Please save them, We Ostarans will never forget your kindness in the future."

Gould, who was originally hesitant, immediately changed his mind when he heard the girl still making such a plea.

As a businessman, seeking is a profit maximization.

"Okay, I'll save your clan." Gould didn't look at the girl's happy face, he asked Fodgen: "How many people do you have in your hands."

"There are quite a few, a total of one hundred and ten people. Forty of them are women, and the rest are children."

"So much?!" Gould was really surprised.

"It is indeed a lot, because I have collected some refugees from other channels. Now many refugees live in Yermalen in the south, and I also inquired about the Gran people, who have become neighbors of the Yermalen people. . Most of the refugees are integrated into the new tribe, and I don't think Carlotta can call them back."

"Then you can't..." Carlotta was just muttering when someone interrupted.

"Naive!" Fodegen snapped: "Carlotta, do you really think everyone recognizes your identity? You are just a child, can you give food to your clan?"

Listen, the girl closed her mouth.

Fodgen looked at Gould again: "My friend, I'm short of money."

"Are you short of money? Because of feeding those refugees?" Gould didn't quite believe it.

"Providing some food, I still have the capital. The main reason is that this year's business has basically turned yellow."

Gould's eyes noticed the sword in Fodgen's waist, and asked deliberately, "What? Are you going to return the sword to me for money?"

"Sword? Forget it. This sword from the Rus is very good and beautiful, but I want to pass it on to my descendants. I really need money, so I will give you all the refugees from Ostara in my hand. You want give me money."

"Give you money? Like buying slaves?" Gould asked deliberately.

"Forget it, my friend. Carlotta is here, and she doesn't want to hear the word slave. The question is simple. The Mellarens probably don't want them anyway, and what about your hometown of Onkras? Are the Uppsalas? Want them? If you don't take them, I think there will always be people who want them."

"Then I want it. They are from Ostara. I can't treat the female leader of Ostara badly."

At this moment, Carlotta looked at the businessman beside him affectionately with the corners of his red eyes. Not only was there gratitude in his eyes, Gould could see that there was also an urgency to repay his gratitude.

Fodgen shrugged. "What a happy decision! Well, let's talk about the price."

"Go ahead, friend."

"Forty women, one fifty silver, seventy children, twenty each. Add up to three thousand four hundred silver. Add my food, lodging, and transportation. The cost of their trip to the safe area, and even the cost of me buying food on the way. All add up, you give me four thousand silver coins."

The compassionate Gould also frowned at this time: "Are you crazy? Do you know those Brittan women in the market? Only the most beautiful are twenty silver coins."

Fodgen straightened his back: "So I'm not selling slaves, where slaves are so expensive."

"So, you're a more treacherous guy than a slave trader." Gould sneered.

"No, I'm just asking for money."

"I think you want to get back this year's losses from me. You are very smart and treacherous."

Fodgen laughed out loud: "Haha, you are really a good person. But I don't think you are a good person. You sold soupa for twenty silver coins."

"Forget it, please don't mock me." Gould straightened his head and suddenly put on a serious look: "I will bring Carlotta and Ella to the Rus. I know the Rus well, they It is the most affectionate tribe. On the contrary, the Melalen people are very hypocritical. If the leader of Rus knew that a merchant actually sold hundreds of allies as slaves, what would you do? You say that you are not a slave trader. Do you think the Rus people Will you believe your nonsense? I think you don't want to live anymore."

Gould's words are a threat, and Fodgen is indeed a little guilty. "However, at least I have to get a favor."

"Do you want a benefit?" Carlotta suddenly scolded with red eyes: "I have three ambers, and those are our treasures. You stole them. Each of them is worth a pound of gold."

"Three? No, I only took two of yours. That's my reward for saving your life. Besides, how can amber be so expensive?" Fodgen refuted the girl's fallacy.

Gould was of course standing in the girl's position at the moment. He saw that the old friend's mentality was shaken, and it was the opportunity to pursue it. He deliberately said: "Carlotta is the leader of Ostara, and you have blackmailed a leader, and this crime is enough to bring you death."

Carlotta continued to follow up: "Yeah! You did save us, you can also get those amber, and you can't ask for more. You have to return the clan to me, so you will get a good reputation. Etc. When I go to the Rus, I will tell the Rus chief that you are a good person. If you insist on such a high price, I can only tell them that you are a villain."

Gould completely understood the girl's words, and he secretly admired that this girl was also a villain, but she was too young, and she naively believed that the world was black and white. But I have to say that this girl is already benefiting herself, and she wants to help.

Fodgen was really shaken, and he still wanted to get more benefits for himself: "Your people need to eat, and I also sought treatment from a witch doctor. All the refugees I controlled, they did not die, they Live well. I've done a lot of good things, and I'll at least get paid for it."

So on the surface, Fodgen and Carlotta were tit for tat, and Gould acted decisively to be a talker.

Gould took the opportunity to come up with a solution.

"Let's just do it, Fodgen, I won't pay you. I'll give you the two pounds of gold you gave me earlier. You've suffered a lot this year, and you really need the money. I can give it to you now. gold."

"Oh? That's a good thing. I'm not so demanding. If it's two pounds of gold, I...I'm willing."

Because from the beginning, Fodegen felt that it was just a simple business between himself and Gould. He couldn't think of too many accidents at the moment, so he couldn't expect too much. Besides, he already had an attitude of bargaining. His bottom line was actually only one thousand silver coins, and he deliberately quoted a high price to keep it for others to bargain.

Unexpectedly, the generous Gould will take out two pounds of gold!

Gould shilled Fodegan to rest, and he left the table for the time being, and soon returned with a sackcloth bag and placed it in front of Fodegan himself.

"This is……"

"It's gold, open it up, friend."

Fodgen hurried to open the rope, and when he saw the gold coins in it, he couldn't help but be in awe of Gould's generosity.

Gould sat back at the main house with a proud look: "I will give you a pound of gold first, and the other pound will be given to you soon. I also advise you to make some plans for the future. You are helping today. Ostara, I will bring these refugees to the Rus. In the future, Ostara and Rus will have an unprecedented close alliance. The Rus are very good to foreigners, and the Melarens are unreliable. Friends, with Immigrate with me. Go to the Rus."

"Are you crazy? Gould?!" Fodergen was taken aback.

"I'm not crazy. My friend, take your family with me. You will get more benefits by going to Ross."

"Really? Forget it, I don't have any plans for this." Indeed, Fodgen will not change his economic and industrial layout and his living habits just because of a word from a friend.

Gould continued to suggest: "I guess you don't want to go to the south to do business anymore. Go north, Rurik of Ross, who is favored by God. Because of Rurik, my income this year is equivalent to my past three years. The sum of years! Rurik will be the new leader. He needs talents in all aspects. The current leader of Ross, Otto, is very loyal. You have indeed rescued many Ostarans. Your feat will be praised by the people of Rus. Even get their favor."

"No, even then I can't easily move."

"I didn't ask you to move, my friend. You can take it to the merchandising, the Russ will love it."

"Really? Forget it!" Fodgen shook his head. "They don't want cowhide. They are traders of precious leather themselves. Besides, Gould, do you allow me a share of the leather business?"

Gould was stunned for a while. Indeed, from the standpoint of a businessman, it is indeed a bit stupid to share the benefits with friends.

He immediately forcibly explained: "It's okay. Isn't your workshop still producing leather jackets? The Rus people will need it, but you can try it. Also, don't think that selling bulk goods is less profitable, such as a large number of shelf-stable carrots, You ship to the Rus, and if you ship enough, you can get a good profit. I know the Rus, and they will buy them all."

"Oh? That reminds me." Fodegen pinched his chin, thinking of the possibility of making leather jackets and selling them in large quantities to the Russ. He asked again tentatively: "However, my leather clothes are not cheap, at least one leather jacket that men wear decently, I want ten silver coins, the Rus people can afford it? You know, in the whole of Melalen, only I am organizing Hand made ready-to-wear.”

"Haha, they must be able to afford it." Gould slapped his thigh: "Did you forget that they attacked Gotland? Even Melalen's children know about it. How many silver coins they robbed, you Can you estimate?"

"This……"

"Listen to me and do it!"

Finally, after some adventure, Fodgen successfully finalized the "business".

To be fair, Gould still gave himself a lot of benefits. In Gould's chamber, the two sides made an agreement.

That is, until Gould's fleet sailed, all the refugees of Ostara remained on the islands controlled by Verdegen. Those refugees need to participate in the production of cowhide clothing and linen to earn their own food bills, and it must also continue to benefit Verdegen.

When the convoy set sail, all refugees boarded the boat and headed to Roseburg. Until then, Fodgen must also tell all refugees, the last woman of the chief family of Ostara, and the position of successor chief, a position also recognized by the Rus.

Ross people approve? The Rus not only endorsed it, but also declared their support for the reconstruction of Ostara, which Verdegen must publicize.

Only then will those refugees be able to work with complete peace of mind, waiting for the agreed date after the wheat harvest in August.