If the growth is still so slow next month or even negative, then I will start deducting your share.

Remember, only by actively exploring the market at all costs can our business become bigger and stronger.

Imagine that just the southern region of the west coast can bring us so much income, what if we extend our business to the entire Faerûn continent?

In less than a hundred years, the wealth we possess will make some ancient dragons who have lived for thousands of years feel envious and jealous.

Another thing is to open your mind and use your brain more to think about how to develop more paid services.

If there is a dragon that dares to rob within our business scope without opening its eyes, join forces with me immediately to kill him.

How many times have I said this!

Protect merchants, villages and towns!

Only if these mortals become richer and richer, and the towns and villages become richer, can we make more money from them.

If possible, it is best to try to sign agreements with those villages and towns.

The money they can pay is much more than one or two businessmen."

"Understood! Her Majesty the Queen, please rest assured that we will definitely actively expand our business. If anyone dares to cause trouble on our territory, I will be the first to spare him."

A young green dragon who had just joined took his share of the money into his pocket, raised his head and vowed to give his guarantee.

Not only him, but several other dragons present also nodded desperately to show their loyalty, which was quite a bit like a modern enterprise holding an annual meeting and handing out year-end dividends.

After all, they have already tasted the sweetness from it. As long as Wilmes can resist his greed and not take it all, then this model will continue to spread around like a viral pyramid scheme.

Looking at these young people who had been manipulated by him and became "wage earners", Wilmes instantly felt a sense of superiority over their IQ. At the same time, he also understood why Zuo Si would reveal that every time he looked at him in the past.

An uncomfortable look.

At this moment, she also glanced at her "salesperson" with the same eyes, and waved her hand in a dignified but slightly arrogant manner, indicating that the other person could get out.

Without saying a word, the young giant dragon immediately returned to the lair with his disciples happily.

Especially the red dragons and blue dragons responsible for the Amn and Tethyr regions were thinking about how to quickly expand their business. For this purpose, they also invited some smart humans or elves, and half-elves to form a think tank, and

Set up offices in various towns.

After all these guys flew away, Wilmes yawned lazily and asked without raising his head: "How are the Sons of Baal near the Marching Mountains doing now?"

"They are killing each other with extremely high efficiency, and some of them are powerful enough to make me feel afraid." Balagas lowered his head and responded in a deep voice.

It is not difficult to see from his respectful attitude that he has gradually become accustomed to surrendering to the power of this powerful red dragon in hell.

There is no way, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.

There is a strange object that monitors his brain 24 hours a day. He dare not even have the slightest thought of resistance, otherwise he will be noticed and severely punished in minutes.

"Oh? Where are the elves in the Wildas Forest? What is their current status?" Wilmes continued to ask with interest.

Balagas quickly replied: "Ever since I turned around there twice, they began to shrink on a large scale. They should be hiding themselves with the help of magic barriers.

Even patrols around the trade highways were stopped.

To be honest, I don't think they are a threat."

"Hmph! It doesn't matter if I threaten you or not, it doesn't matter if I say it."

Wilmes curled his lips disdainfully.

Just when she was about to say something, the moon elf mage Ashmi suddenly walked in from outside and said in a slightly serious tone: "Lord Soth ordered us to launch an attack on the Son of Baal entrenched in the Marching Mountains.

, strive to drive them out of the occupied cities."

"Attack?"

Wilmes was slightly stunned.

Ashmi nodded slightly: "Yes, attack. After all, the entire south coast of the west coast is now under the rule of Lord Soth. Although he himself does not care about the life and death of these sons of Baal, he does not want the civilians to be too seriously affected.

The impact.”

"Okay, I think I know what to do."

Wilmes stood up slowly, and his huge body instantly emerged from the shadows, making the other man and dragon in the lair feel numb.
Chapter completed!