Ren knew very well that the Kangao people were not short of money. They just lived in the hinterland of the plains and adhered to their traditions. They were not actually poor.
For example, he once went to the Bluestone Department and blackmailed him into receiving 100 red heart grasses and three bottles of blast potion, worth at least 1,500 gold.
As for the Qingshi Department, there are only over 300 people and less than 80 households. If they live in the Sunshine Community and one family lives in a tent, and it costs about 2 gold coins a month, 1,500 gold can be paid for nearly 20 months of rent.
This is far from the upper limit of the assets of the Bluestone Department. They planted red heart grass, cultivated moon spirit vines, and obtained some extraordinary materials from hunting exotic beasts...
It can be said that he is extremely fat!
"Mr. Ackerman, how is the rent here?" Zaro asked aloud.
He is very satisfied with the environment here. There is no problem in housing the tribesmen. Except for those large tribes, most Kangao people's residences are not as good as here.
"A 20-square-meter tent costs 2.2 gold coins per month, and a 16-square-meter tent costs 1.8 gold coins per month." Renn said with a smile.
"That's easy..." Zaro's smile stretched, and then he immediately stopped, suppressed his smile, and was secretly happy.
Don't blame him. If it's just this rent and you can take refuge for a year or two, with the savings of most Kangao people, it won't be a problem.
Looking at Zaro who was holding back his joy, Ren felt a little disdainful, but his face was still very enthusiastic.
Hypocrisy is an indispensable skill for successful people. Even if you are a bitch, you must build an archway. Not only must it be built, but it must also be erected beautifully and beautifully! You must learn from the leader of Huashanyue...
The shops in front of you are just conventional means. As long as Kangao people live here, you don't have to worry about them not spending money.
"Mr. Ackerman, come and try some fresh juice!"
Outside the juice shop, a fat businessman wearing a black vest handed Ren a glass of fresh orange juice and quickly flattered him a few times.
"Haha, we meet again, Mr. Ackerman."
A middle-aged vendor with a handlebar mustache gave Ren a pack of cigarettes. He sold tobacco and alcohol.
On the small commercial street, many shops in special blue tents are already preparing products.
After meeting Ren and his party, vendors kept greeting Ren with smiles on their faces and saying a few words of flattery.
If nothing unexpected happens, within a week, Zaro will move 10,000 tribesmen here. By then, the food, clothing, clothing, housing and transportation for 10,000 people will be enough to support many merchants and vendors.
Just like a group of sharks smelling blood, Sunshine Community has now attracted the attention of most of the businessmen in Diramo City.
The stalls in the commercial streets and vegetable markets have already been booked. It can be said that in the past few days, many self-employed people and small businessmen came to Thorns Security Company to beg Boss Ren.
This flattery made Ren feel like he had fallen a little bit.
Now, when walking on the commercial street in downtown Diramo, someone would greet him every once in a while.
He even received many invitations to banquets from high society, but he only went once and received dozens of small notes.
Rich daughters and even many ladies looked at him with burning eyes.
It feels so good...ah, it's so shameless. This evil capitalism can't even think of corrupting me, the successor of socialism.
"Mr. Zaro, the tour is almost over. I'm going to hold a banquet tonight. How about we have a meal first and then sign the contract?"
Seeing that he had already walked around, Ren asked.
"No problem, I like it here very much, and I believe the people in the tribe will also be very satisfied." Zarro nodded and said loudly.
The housing problem was solved, and he felt relieved.
Ren was relieved in his heart. He knew that the other party had taken the bait, and all he needed to do next was a gentle push.
…………
Time passed quickly, and when night fell, the lights were brightly lit inside the Luoxia Hotel, and a party was being held in the luxurious private room on the third floor.
There were many people in the private room. In addition to Ren and Zaro, there were also Garcia, Susanna, Wen Xi, Shige, Jenny, and a dozen cowboys from Thorn Security Company.
Beautiful waiters in uniforms and black stockings presented dishes one after another. Meat dishes such as braised carp, corn ribs, soy sauce beef, etc. were rich in aroma and made your mouth full of food.
There are also local "unsophisticated" style specialties, including cactus scrambled eggs, fried rattlesnakes, steamed lizard tails, dry-fried scorpions...
"Come on, Mr. Zarro has worked hard these days, I want to toast you!"
Renn picked up a bottle of white foaming beer and had a drink with Zaro.
Gulu gulu, Zaro drank until his face turned red, he burped with wine, and smiled all over his face.
As soon as the dinner started, people from Thorns Security Company kept toasting him in various names and flattering him non-stop.
"Come on, Mr. Zaro, I admire you for being such a kind and righteous man. Please allow me to propose a toast to you."
Sigg stood up and spoke boldly with a loud voice.
It was a bit hot, so Zaro took off his suit jacket, put on a white shirt, and had another drink with Sig.
Garcia at another table next to him smiled and held two glasses, first pouring two-thirds of the beer into the wide-mouthed glass.
Then fill the small cup with "Hongyan" (a kind of spirit in this world, produced in the Silver Eagle Federation), and then sink the small cup into the wide-mouthed cup to create a cup of "depth water bomb".
"Mr. Zaro, the wine has been mixed, please have a taste." Garcia walked over and handed him the glass of depth charge.
"Ahem!"
After drinking this strong drink, Zaro felt a burning sensation in his throat, his head became a little dizzy, and he coughed a few times.
Ren's eyes signaled, and the beautiful waitress on the side quickly patted Zaro on the back.
"It's almost done, business is important." Zarro felt a little dizzy and didn't dare to drink any more.
"Suzanne, take out the contract." Ren ordered.
Susanna immediately took out several documents from her black handbag, and Garcia handed over a "Feng Chun" cigar and lit it for Zaro.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Zaro, who was a little dizzy, cheered up, read through the contract, and handed the document to Jenny.
Jenny's eyes moved, she exchanged a hidden look with Ren, and read the contract carefully.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She whispered in Zaro's ear: "There is no problem with the contract, but I have to remind you that it said that the contract is for one year, Sunshine Community
All tents need to be filled."
This means that the next batch of Kangao people will have to live in the Sunshine Community until it is full, and they must live there for one year, otherwise they will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.
"no problem."
Zaro, who was drunk and a little dizzy, nodded. The war will start in a year, and more than 20,000 tribesmen will be relocated. These conditions are not a problem in his opinion.
The conditions of Sunshine Community are perfectly fine. He still doesn't think it's troublesome to wait for the next group of clan members to come and sign the contract again.
In fact, Renn did not tamper with the contract. He just wanted to maximize his profits and avoid being poached to steal business.
Of course, the lack of manipulation does not mean that we have not dug a hole. If we do not squeeze out the wealth of these indigenous people, we will simply miss this opportunity.
After everything was settled, Zaro picked up the quill pen, signed, and pressed his fingerprints, and the contract officially came into effect.
Seeing this, Jenny got up and left on the pretext that she was too drunk, and Susanna also left.
The banquet was not over yet. Zaro, who had finished his business, was free of restraints and continued to eat and drink under the instigation of Ren, Garcia, Sigg and Wenxi.
"Come, Mr. Zaro, I have admired you for a long time, and I want to toast you."
"As expected of a good man from Pingyuan, there is indeed a lot of it. Let's have another drink."
…………
The company's newly recruited cowboys also toasted in turn and boasted wildly, almost blowing Zarro to the sky.
Ren sat aside, shaking his glass, watching all this, smiling like a big bad wolf.
The sugar-coated offensive of capitalism has only begun now.
Eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, getting drunk, drinking, sex, and wealth... Well, in short, the days are still long.
