Wedge has been in business for more than 40 years, and this was the first time he planned a business. He cleverly used green cherry fruits to sell jaggery at the price of honey. This was a hugely profitable business, and Wedge was proud of it.

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In the process of doing business for more than ten months, Wedge was keenly aware that after the Warhammer Mercenary Group made this trip, they could leave him and go it alone at any time. If he wanted to continue to participate in this business, he must show his irreplaceable

value.

Wei Qi believes that reselling local products is too simple. Only by relying on business methods and creating an industry can one maintain his position, and operating the candied fruit industry is a good idea.

First of all, jaggery is not expensive and can be bought in Blackcastle Town, and green cherry fruit costs money, which determines that the cost of jaggery preserves is very low. Secondly, preserves are not sensitive goods and are easy to transport.

It is easy to store, and even if it is seized by the lord, there will be no big trouble. Finally, candied fruit has always been a snack for the nobles and a symbol of status, and ordinary vassals cannot afford candied fruit, but they can afford jaggery candied fruit.

Jaggery candied fruit has low cost, low risk, and high profit. But Wedge knows very well that these conditions are of no use. Business is the key. As long as this business can avoid the layers of exploitation by the lord, even selling cow dung can make a profit.

Money. However, jaggery candied fruit can fully tap the potential of Shandao.

Wedge's plan is very simple. Purchase raw sugar in Blackcastle Town, let the mountain people make preserves, and then transport the preserves to various towns for sale through trade routes. In the preserve industry, the Warhammer Mercenary Group controls the trade routes and is responsible for transportation and security.

Although the mountain villagers and villages are part of the business, they have no say in the profits. They can only be responsible for production and supplies, and just give them a small profit. After the candied fruit is produced, someone must come forward to distribute the goods.

Settling accounts, managing everything, moving funds, purchasing supplies, and setting up shops. Mercenaries can't do these things, let alone mountain people, but Wedge is very good at it, and he's going to take a small share of it.

Wedge is determined to run this industry well. As long as he uses preserves and business channels to expand the scope of trade, win over merchants, and bribe mountain people, he may not be able to focus on customers in the future. If he finds a backer, he can even kick out the Warhammer Mercenary Group.

When he learned about the plight of the Hammer, Wedge was really anxious. The Warhammer Mercenary Group had used so many fine iron arrowheads and rough sugar. If they still couldn't get the fire element crystal, the "big shot" of the Randall family would definitely not.

If they were let go, Hammer would have no choice but to run away, and Wedge's plan would come to nothing. Therefore, Wedge tried his best to help the mercenary group get the crystal.

Wedge carefully planned and considered all the details before proposing the candied sugar cane plan to Baron Garrott. In fact, it doesn't matter whether Captain Hammer can get the candied sugar. It's best if he can get the candied sugar.

, the preserves business can be bigger, and it doesn’t matter if you can’t get it. Wedge originally had no intention of letting Baron Garrott participate, as long as he could get the fire element crystal. But Wedge never expected that Baron Garrott would be involved.

He actually refused.

At this time, Wedge was like a gambler who lost his pants, his face was pale and his mind was blank.

Why? Why? Why? How could the lord be so short-sighted when he gave up a way of making money for a mere 800 pounds of jaggery? Did he see some flaw? Impossible!

The carefully planned business was rejected just like this. Wedge was not only heartbroken, but also had his eggs broken. He tremblingly wanted to defend himself to Baron Garrott, but saw a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, so he could no longer

I couldn't muster any courage. At this moment, a strong hand pressed on Wedge's shoulder, it was a hammer.

Iron Hammer took a step forward and said respectfully: "Lord, I request a wrestling match."

Garrot looked at the hammer and said in surprise: "Are you from Na'vi?"

"Yes." Iron Hammer said in a deep voice: "More than twenty years ago, the ogres ravaged the northern part of Nahuel. My people and I lived in Dodo, where we worked as mercenaries and fought against the Sasanians. Now,

There are only a few brothers left."

"In that ogre disaster, many people died..." Baron Garrott sighed and raised his voice: "Since you are a Naville and have fought against the Sasanians, I

I agree to your request. Do you propose conditions or methods?"

"I'll make a condition." Iron Hammer said: "If we win, we will take the purple sugar away. If we lose, the purple sugar will stay."

"Is it that simple? No more flame crystals?"

Iron Hammer shook his head, and Garrot said appreciatively: "Okay! In the martial arts arena, one-on-one wrestling, the outcome will be decided in one game! Go down and prepare."

Iron Hammer bowed to Garrott, dragged the lost Wedge, and left the hall. Butler Vidal was very puzzled by the Baron's choice. He asked doubtfully: "Master, why did you refuse the fat man's proposal? Let's buy another one."

If we don’t have purple sugar and snow sugar, wouldn’t this mean we’re losing our way to make money?”

"What do you know?!"

Baron Garrott glared at the butler and smiled again. He had just given Fat Wedge a surprise, and now he planned to give Hammer another surprise.

"Let Horus wrestle."

The Na'vile people's wrestling field is a high platform made of bluestone, 50 square meters square. The high platform is surrounded by pits filled with mud. According to the rules, the two parties in the wrestling are not allowed to use weapons or wear armor, and they engage in a bare-handed duel.

, falling into the mud pit is considered a loser, and standing on the stage is considered a win. The loser is covered in mud and has to unconditionally implement the pre-arranged agreement, while the winner stands on the stage and enjoys the cheers of the audience.

The Na'vi people are fierce and aggressive, and the method of wrestling to resolve disputes was invented by the church fathers. Not only is it relatively safe, it is also highly competitive and entertaining, and you can place bets and gambles, so it is very popular among the Na'vi people.

For hundreds of years, wrestling has gradually become a tradition for the Na'vile people. Even the lord cannot overturn the agreement between the wrestling parties. However, both parties must first obtain the consent of the lord (or agent) before they can start wrestling.

This is respect for the authority of the lord.

The news that the lords were going to wrestle soon spread throughout the town. In just four quarters of an hour, thousands of people gathered around the wrestling field. Some of them were leading sheep, some were carrying grain, and some were carrying salt bottles.

, some were carrying animal skins on their backs, and the atmosphere was as lively as going to a market.

"Hurry up and place your bets! If you bet on the mercenary, stand on the left, and you'll pay one. If you bet on the guard, if you stand on the right, you'll pay two!"

On the audience stage, Vidal shouted at the top of his lungs. On the wrestling field, there was only Man Niu.

Manniu is nearly two meters tall, tall and burly, with black muscles, cold eyes, and a calm expression. He is obviously an experienced and powerful fighter. Although his opponent has not yet played, the odds of 1:1 make most people optimistic about him.

The townspeople threw their bets on Vidal's left. After all the bets were placed, Vidal showed a sly smile and made a gesture to the back. A well-proportioned guard walked out of the team and walked straight up.

On the wrestling stage, when he put down his hood, the audience immediately exploded with curses and boos. Even Father Miard, who was wearing a priest's uniform, pointed at Vidal and yelled.

Baron Garrott sat on the high platform, drank a swig of purple cane wine, wiped his mouth roughly, and laughed proudly. Iron Hammer's face was as black as the bottom of the pot. He didn't expect that the baron was so shameless that he sent

The knight came to the scene to compete. Although he arranged for the bull to come on stage, he was equally unkind.

"Barbarian Bull! Use all your strength! He is a knight!" Iron Hammer shouted towards the wrestling platform, and Barbarian Bull nodded at him.

"A bunch of bastards!"

Knight Horus saw the townspeople and many soldiers spitting at him and couldn't help laughing and cursing. Half of these bets would fall into his pocket.

"Hey! Big man!" Horus turned his eyes to the bull across the way and said provocatively: "I will send you to the mud pit for a good bath!"

The bull was unmoved and had a dull expression. Horus was a little surprised. At this moment, Vidal struck the gong and the wrestling began.

As soon as the gong sounded, Barbarian Bull exerted force from his toes, used his waist as a string, and his arms as arrows. He crossed a distance of 8 meters in two steps. His big fist held a strong wind and hit Horus directly in the chest. Barbarian Bull

The cow's movements were seamless and as fast as thunder. Even the most elite soldiers could not react. But as soon as he moved his steps, Horus responded.

Facing the ferocious attack of the barbarian bull, Horus twisted his waist and punched it. At the moment of contact, Horus felt an overwhelming force.

A powerful and violent warrior!

Horus was shocked again. He did not expect that the Warhammer Mercenary Group actually had a ferocious warrior.

Surprised, Horus's heart was neither panic nor chaotic. The knights moved their fighting energy as freely as breathing. Their strength, speed, perception, and sensitivity were coordinated and synchronized, and their body and mind were integrated, unless the opponent's attack exceeded their limits.

, otherwise there will never be any surprises.

The barbarian bull moves swiftly and powerfully, but there is no secret in the eyes of the knights. They can turn reality into fiction, improve into retreat, and pull his movements at any time, thus taking the initiative. Horus has full confidence that as long as he pulls,

A trip and a push can throw the bull out of the wrestling ring. However, Horus is Nahuel's knight, and he prefers to fight head-on and use force against force.

Fighting energy circulated, strength soared, and Horus' fist hit the bull's fist hard.

"boom!"

The dull sound was not loud, but it was as heart-stopping as the rolling thunder in the sky. Then there was another scream that ripped through the air. The turbulent flow picked up the dust on the leather armor and formed a ripple visible to the naked eye in the air. Huo

Ruth's knees first bent and then straightened, staying in place, while the bull bumped backwards at a faster speed.

Manniu is one of the first batch of Funiu militiamen. Both in terms of wisdom and force, he has reached the level of elite guards. In the past three years, he has mastered the secret form of Funiu. Although he is still far from the highest state of being able to snap the thunder with a finger, he can still

Fully unleashing his own potential, and simplifying the secret form of the monkey, he also has excellent balance ability.

I saw the barbarian bull being hit three meters away from the volley, staggering back and forth. Amidst the footsteps of "dong", "dong" and "dong", the hard leather boots were broken inch by inch, and he was about to fall out of the wrestling ring.

The cow's body was tilted at an angle of 45 degrees, and it started running along the edge of the stone platform. After a few steps, it changed from tilting to the side and rushed forward, slamming into Horus.

"strong enough!"

Knight Horus laughed wildly and resisted the unstoppable collision. This time he was pushed 30 centimeters before he stopped firmly.

Wrestling!

The knights and mercenaries on the stage were entangled with their arms, pushing each other, desperately trying to overthrow their opponents. This was a collision of strength and power, a competition of skills and techniques. This was a real wrestling! The stunned audience let out deafening cheers,

They didn't expect that what was supposed to be a devastating battle would actually have such a wonderful turn and a thrilling contest.

The muscles all over the body of the bull came to life, like big green and black snakes rolling under the leather armor. The audience could not see the strangeness, but Horus clearly felt that the bull was like a ferocious python that was writhing endlessly.

His strange power was like an endless wave, wave after wave, getting bigger and bigger, becoming more and more difficult to suppress. Gradually, Horus also used his full strength.

Having just defeated the bull, Horus thought that was the limit of his opponent's strength, but he didn't know that the explosive power of the bull was limited to 17 points of physical strength. If it exploded with all its strength, its bones would break. Only in close combat,

Only then could the strength of the Barbarian Bull be fully demonstrated. Now, Horus already knew that his opponent's strength would never be inferior to his own.

Horus originally wanted to see the strength of the bull again, but his opponent's heart made a strong pulsing sound and was still steady. His face became a little uneasy. The wrestling lasted for less than half a quarter of an hour, and Horus' skin

The boots were broken and the big toe was exposed. The most embarrassing thing was that the audience started to cheer for him!

Horus decided to end this wrestling. He no longer blindly resisted the opponent's power, but began to continuously destroy the bull's center of gravity. The bull's strength was comparable to that of the knight, but its skill and balance were thrown away by the knight by a street.

Under the pull of the knight, the bull's feet finally left the ground. Horus threw with all his strength to throw the bull out of the wrestling ring.

At the moment when he was thrown out, Man Niu stretched out his arms and grabbed his opponent's shoulder. Horus rested on his left shoulder to avoid the opponent's counterattack. By turning around, he pushed his right hand on Man Niu's waist and hip, knocking him down.

Sent into a mud pit.

"Lord Horus! Well done!"
To be continued...