"What you need is not a buyer or a trading company, but a right to free trade. It doesn't matter if you haven't discovered it yet, because you haven't felt the value of freedom yet. But if you see what I'm talking about, you will definitely know what you want."

I patted the old man on the shoulder and said to him earnestly.

The old man in the flowery clothes stood there in a daze, looking at me with a flash of eyes. When he grew up, he seemed to have a lot of things to say, but in the end he only had one problem.

"What you said... can we all go? No requirement for identity?"

I smiled slightly, and there was no turmoil in my heart - of course, everyone can come to the free trade zone, not only the merchants who loaded the hand, the caravans passing by, and even the pirates from the Saber Water Bay can come.

These craftsmen are still worried that their products will not be able to be sold, but they just don’t understand their position correctly. Their intention is to place themselves in the position of material manufacturers and suppliers in their territory, but in fact they can do much more than this.

A qualified capitalist will even sell ropes that hang themselves when the price is right. Their conscience restricts their development, and he has not yet learned to finish eating, and he will benefit both ends of the family.

If they want to make money, they should coordinate the interests of the entire line after expanding large-scale production, buy the upper level of the loader's head and the Sabre Water Bay, and create a stable interest group.

In this case, these craftsmen can create a booming hot war market in this area. The more intense the war is, the more money everyone earns. Whether it is the leader of the army, the leader of the territory, or the investors behind the forces, they will do their best to control the war here to a fierce and controllable level so that the market will not cool down.

This state is actually a way to cut off your thighs and eat your belly. The vitality of overdrawn is far greater than the benefits obtained. However, the only difference from peaceful development is that such black money can be concentrated and quickly concentrated in the hands of some people.

The cake of peaceful development continues to grow, but the number of people who share the cake will continue to increase, which will eventually lead to the cake being unable to catch up with the people who eat it and collapse.

At this time, wars between forces and classes will inevitably arise, dividing up those forces that are unable to protect their own property and quickly gathering these wealth. That is, breaking the plate and grabbing the cake to see who eats it quickly and digests it quickly.

What if one day I eat it all?

This will certainly happen, but these bourgeoisie can often quickly upgrade their property, pull them out of this fragmented area, and realize their dreams of wealth in another richer place.

I looked at the sky and was suddenly a little silent.

What I mentioned is probably happening more than once on this planet, right? The forces left in the wilderness are just retracing the principles of the winners of that year, competing with each other like raising a gu, competing for the only winner in the final and enjoying the right to leave here.

They may be a force, a class, a group, or even just a person.

And the rest must start from scratch, look at the sky blankly in this place where it becomes nothing, and live in the world hopelessly.

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I thought these people on the wasteland were already a group of people with no dreams and no hope, but it was not until I entered the area where slaves lived that I realized that there were more desperate people in this place than them.

No dreams and no hope, it is nothing more than just a mediocre life. At least they still have hope of life in their eyes, and they will live forever in this place with their teeth and claws.

And the slaves in front of me only had black pupils and evasive eyes in their empty eyes. It was the look of a tamed beast, all life and death are dominated by others, the fate of life is manipulated by others, and there is no tragic existence.

"Bald, have you never been here before?"

The bald man walking behind me lowered his eyes and whispered: "No... the master said that this place is full of lazy people, and he has never bought them to help. I have lived in a residential area in the town since I was a child, and I have never walked into it."

Walking into this place? Of course it is impossible.

In the area east of the loader's neck, there is only a very small living area for the slaves. Several rows of thatched huts are built, next to each other, trying to save space. There is no fixed place for urination and drowning, which makes the ground full of dirty stains and stinking smell.

A sturdy tower stands in it, with a simple lookout, which should be the management agency here. This can be seen from the few air-dried dead bodies on the tower.

These dead bodies were locked with iron chains and hung upside down on the protruding corners of the tower. I don’t know how long it took for the wind to dry, and even the passing birds were not interested in pecking at them, just thinking that this was a piece of dry branch.

The old man in flowery clothes and the man in gray robe had already walked in front of us and walked into the tower. Then, a fat-headed and big-eared soldier ran out of the tower.

Such obesity is rare in this colony. You should know that there are scarce supplies and scarce products here, so you can only rely on food with crude fiber to satisfy your hunger. If people want to gain weight, they need a lot of carbohydrates and fat. I really don’t know that he has grown this body like this and can hardly be stuffed into the fat in the armor.

"Dear guest! I heard you are here to select slaves? I am not welcome!"

The fat guard Ding Ling rushed out with a clang, looking at me with a smile on his face, rubbing his hands like anxious flies.

"Bald, what is this man doing?"

I turned around and asked the bald man behind me, and heard him whisper: "He is the slave guard here, Lukaul Visca. He is also responsible for the slave plantations and animal farms, or so on, on this ground, he is in charge of both legs and four legs."

The bald man's last sentence explained the situation concisely. Just guarding the slaves is of course nothing, but with the planting and breeding garden, these two errands are amazing, and they are definitely beautiful!

"But the harvest here... has never been good, right?" I continued to ask.

The bald man said: "Yes, during the time this guy is guarding here, there is a shortage of food in the town every year, and the growth of animals is not satisfactory."

"But you can't find out the problem, right?" I continued.

The bald man said in surprise: "Boss, do you know this too? Indeed, the lord sent someone to check here many times to find evidence of his laziness. But no matter when he came, he could see him trying his best to force the slaves to work."
Chapter completed!