"That girl is a noble. The necklace that the nobles cherish so much cannot be replaced by a few shrimps, right?" Wuming squinted his eyes.

"She ate a whole pot." The gangster said expressionlessly.

"Oh..." Wuming looked at the fish and shrimp in the big iron pot, "That seems to be about the same..."

Wuming touched the helmet: "Forget it, then I'll buy it."

"You just buy what you say?" said the gangster. "You buy and sell by force, right? Where is your sincerity?"

The gangster stretched out his hand and twirled his fingers at Wuming.

But Wuming completely ignored the gangster's gesture and shifted his gaze to the steaming iron pot.

Wuming thought, since the gangster didn't intend to sell the necklace, his sincerity could not be measured by Rune.

And although Wuming wanted to throw the excess runes at the gangster's face to change his mind, he couldn't bear it.

"Your shrimp is pretty good," Wuming said.

"You are very discerning." The gangster said proudly.

"But, the nutritional value is not high." Wuming said.

The gangster stopped after hearing this: "What do you mean?"

"These are just ordinary crayfish meat. I can feel that they don't contain much power." Wuming said.

"Are you looking for trouble?" The gangster glared at him, "There are a lot of nutritious shrimps in the lake, go and hunt them."

Wuming left the shabby house where the shrimps were cooked without saying a word.

The gangster thought he had successfully choked Wu Ming, so he snorted disdainfully, picked up a shrimp, lifted up his mask and stuffed it into his mouth:

"I don't have any fart skills. I can only talk and talk loudly all day long. I'm not even a coward——"

A huge lobster fell from the sky and plunged headfirst into the soft muddy water, causing a large splash of water and covering the gangster's head.

But the gangster couldn't care less about his anger. He looked at the head falling into the muddy water, the body still as high as the wooden house in a daze, and the shrimp meat in his mouth quietly fell.

Wuming walked from behind the lobster with a smile:

"That's what I meant. I was thinking about how to show my sincerity. I don't think you like shrimp, so I thought of this."

Nameless knocks on the hard carapace of the giant shrimp:

"How about it? Are you sincere enough?"

The gangster was still in a daze, looking at Wuming and then at the giant shrimp.

"Are you sincere enough?" Wuming approached the gangster and asked again word by word.

The gangster came to his senses and nodded wildly like a chicken pecking at rice.

"That's good." Wuming put his hands on his hands, and the gold and iron sounds and sparks intertwined with his hands, "Can you sell me the necklace now? Please bid."

The gangster looked at Wuming's kind eyes, swallowed, and took out a huge necklace:

"I brought this necklace. I can't sell it to you easily. The so-called horse bones bought for a thousand pounds are not worth the sincerity. Such a big necklace is worth one rune."

"Yes, the price is very reasonable." Wuming smiled and accepted the necklace and handed it to the gangster a rune.

The gangster's face shield hadn't even closed yet, and he gave a forced smile:

"Um...can you go back and give work to that little girl?"

"No rush." ​​Wuming said, shaking the necklace, "This is to thank the girl for helping me, but I still have my own things to do."

"What's your business?" the gangster wondered.

"To be precise, it's our business." Wuming clenched his fists, "Our business... is not over yet."

Hearing the rattling of Wuming's gauntlets, the gangster almost burst into tears:

"Brother, what else do you want to do? Why don't I give you this pot of fish, shrimp and crabs?"

"It's better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish." Wuming said, "I want you more than the lobster."

The gangster moved the stool back in horror until it hit the pile of firewood behind him.

He protected his chest with both hands to block the loose cloth, and looked horrified:

"I'm not for sale."

"That's because the price hasn't been reached yet." Wuming took out a large bag of runes and said, "Make a price. How much are you willing to be my chef?"

"I would rather die than surrender - what did you say?" The gangster put on the look of a chaste and fierce man, and was about to die heroically when he suddenly realized that what Wuming said was different from what he imagined.

"Chef." The ring finger pointed at the iron pot, "My caravan needs a cook. Food service is also very important. Food is the most important thing for the people."

Wuming said: "What do you think I want to do?"

"I thought you were going to taint me." The gangster took a deep breath, "I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to be cursed."

"Why am I cursing you - are you coming?" Wuming shook his money bag and knocked on the gangster's iron mask, making a clanging sound.

When recruiting employees, Wuming didn't mind throwing excess runes at others' faces.

The gangster felt the heavy money bag with his iron mask, and swallowed it, but still did not express his position.

"Working for me, the ingredients are easy to come by." Wuming tapped the giant lobster with his wallet again, "You can often come into contact with such top-notch ingredients."

The gangster's eyes lit up and he stood up on impulse.

But after standing halfway, he sat back silently:

"Are you serious? Do you really want someone to hire me?"

"Why did I lie to you?" Wuming wondered, "You are so weak, besides your craftsmanship, is there anything else you need me to obtain through deception?"

The gangster sat on a small bench, tore off his collar, and his clothes were in tatters, revealing his plump chest muscles.

"Do you know what kind of clothes this is?"

"I don't know." Wuming said, "But the material must be average. I will recommend a new material to you later. It is light, tough, silky and smooth -"

"These are the clothes of prisoners." The gangster interrupted Wuming, "The clothes of prisoners who have committed serious crimes. I have been in a prison for a long time. Are you sure you want to recruit people like me?"

The gangster smiled mockingly:

"I have been in prison. For people like me, there is no way to go back and live a normal life. It is too difficult to go back, so I can only wait until I die before taking the right path."

"It's as if no one has ever been in prison." Wuming smiled disapprovingly, "In my caravan, some employees are members of the cult, some participated in the massacre, and some threatened the Kaliya royal family and were imprisoned. Not long ago

He escaped from prison with my help."

Wuming held the gangster's hand and lifted him up directly:

"There may not be any righteous people in the prison. I have rescued mice from sinking in prison, and I have seen masters and friends in prisons. Believe me, as long as you want to take the right path, you can definitely do it!"

Wuming's words were filled with sincere warmth, which warmed the gangster's heart, and he almost agreed.

But the inferiority complex in his heart still made him hesitate.

"It's good for me to sell shrimps here. If you want shrimps, I can supply them to you here..." The gangster tried to shirk away.

"How can that be done? The supply point must be set up at the right location to maximize your value." Wuming said, "Don't feel inferior, sinner? What about sinners? Sinners can also atone for their sins. Let everyone bathe.

Praise the sun as it shines!"

The gangster was almost convinced, but when he heard Wuming's last words praising the sun, his legs suddenly went weak and he almost sat back down.

"What did you just say?" The gangster's voice trembled.

"Praise the sun." Wuming enthusiastically hugged the gangster, helped him stand firm, and showed him the sun's badge.

"Our caravan is all about helping each other. Look at this sign, isn't it friendly and warm? This is our doctrine..."

Wuming kept telling the gangster the story of the sun and its warmth.

The gangster just stared at the sun badge pattern, his body became colder and colder, and he couldn't exert any strength on his feet.

Wuming found that the gangster was unmoved and frowned: "Why, are you still unwilling?"

Hearing Wuming's slightly disappointed tone, the gangster suddenly felt a surge of strength under his feet, stood up straight, and said quickly:

"Yes, I am willing, I am willing to do whatever you say."

Wuming immediately put on a smile,

"Young boy, I knew we would be gay. You must have been influenced by the sun, right?"

He slapped the gangster on the back vigorously: "Don't worry, follow me, there will be meat to eat, I won't treat you badly..."

The gangster just smiled, and every time his eyes came into contact with the sun badge displayed by Wuming, he immediately looked away, with a look of horror on his face.
Chapter completed!