Wan Lin and others looked at Wu Dong in confusion. Seeing a mysterious smile on his face, Wan Lin pulled Abu up from his knees and asked, "What is the old patriarch shouting?"
Abu's mouth trembled and he translated: "The old patriarch is shouting: Heaven, Leopard God! Finally, our people are favored again! We, the descendants of the Leopard God, will never let anyone bully us again!"
Wan Lin and others looked at Abu in confusion, wondering how a simple gem transaction could be connected with not being bullied?
Abu continued excitedly: "The price Boss Wu gave us is five times what we paid on the black market! From now on, we no longer have to worry about having no weapons to defend our homeland, and we are no longer afraid of those bastards coming to rob our treasure mountain! Haha.
Haha," he said, looking up to the sky and laughing. The old patriarch and Abao also stood up from the ground suddenly, looking up to the sky and laughing.
Wanlin and the others were silent. They really did not expect that a simple gem transaction would save such an ancient tribe; it would bring an ancient tribe on the verge of extinction back to full vitality!
The laughter of the old patriarchs and the others seemed particularly vigorous in the quiet and empty mountains, and bursts of introverted laughter echoed in the valley for a long time.
When the Scimitar clan members in the courtyard heard the heart-pounding laughter of the old clan leader and the others, they all stopped their movements and stood up silently. They looked at their old clan leader with joy.
For many years, they had never heard their clan leader laugh with such ecstasy. They, the members of the Scimitar Tribe who had been fighting for survival, suddenly felt a sense of joy from the laughter of the old clan leader.
Hope like never before!
The old clan chief staggered to the door with a smile. He stretched out his hands towards his people and shouted with all his strength: "The Leopard God has given us money! The Scimitar Tribe will not perish!"
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His body shook violently and almost fell, and he held on to the door frame beside him, with tears of excitement flowing in his eyes. He knew that during his term as chief, the Scimitar Tribe would not disappear!
The bullying and contempt from outsiders made him understand a long time ago that in this society where the jungle prevails, the bravery of his own people alone cannot protect his homeland. If they want to survive, they must arm themselves, and only those with money can have weapons.
Ammunition, only by having weapons and ammunition can you become stronger and defend your homeland; only then can your scimitar tribe multiply and thrive from generation to generation!
At this time, Xiaohua, who had been lying beside Wan Lin out of boredom, seemed to feel the passion of the old patriarch. She suddenly opened her narrowed eyes, and a blue light suddenly shot out from her eyes, and she rushed out.
He jumped directly to the top of the old patriarch's head, and the blue light from his eyes swept across the circular courtyard like a searchlight, illuminating the spacious courtyard with a bright blue. It was like a blue divine light that suddenly enveloped this ancient tribe.
The people in the courtyard suddenly saw this mighty leopard god appear, and they all knelt down in the courtyard with a "hoo!". Their faces no longer had the fearful look in the past, and their bronze faces were all filled with excited and bright smiles.
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The torch in the courtyard swayed in the breeze, and the manor flickered in and out of light. The cliff behind the manor was like a huge screen under the starlight, blocking the back of this ancient tribe, and it seemed to be in harmony with the green divine light.
Likewise, it protects this ancient tribe and these simple mountain people.
Wan Lin and the others did not make a sound. They walked outside the door silently. Looking at the hundreds of scimitar tribesmen kneeling piously on the ground, a feeling of joy that they had never felt before suddenly came to their hearts. They could give these brave people,
I am really happy that the brave and kind-hearted indigenous friends helped me.
For a long time, the tribesmen still knelt on the ground quietly. The tall cliffs surrounding the manor on three sides stood darkly in the dark night, as if they were overlooking this ancient tribe that had always been with them in the silent mountain forest; the manor was burning brightly.
The torches made a "whooshing" sound with the gusts of cold wind. The torches inserted in clusters around the courtyard were jumping with flames, which seemed to indicate that this ancient tribe was full of vitality again.
Wan Lin's expression was solemn. He looked at the little flower standing majestically on the head of the old patriarch, stretched out his hand to gently take the little flower off the old patriarch's head, and then reached out to support the old patriarch who was holding the door frame. He knew that as long as the blue light in Xiaohua's eyes
Still, these people who worship the Leopard God will never stand up.
The old patriarch slowly turned his head, his eyes suddenly became solemn and profound. He put his right hand on his chest and bent down deeply to several people. Wan Lin and Wu Dong quickly helped the old patriarch up and walked back into the house together.
Wu Dong saw the old patriarchs so excited, and felt very happy. Although it was the first time for him to see these simple tribesmen, but he could actually help them, he really felt a feeling in his heart that he had never experienced before.
of pleasure.
At this time, a row of scimitar tribe girls, each holding a large bowl in both hands, walked into the living room and placed the fragrant bowls of meat and vegetables on a large table in the living room.
, and then lined up on both sides of the living room, looking at the distinguished guests with smiles.
At this time, two beautiful girls finally walked in carrying a large iron plate with both hands. When Wan Lin and the others took a look, there was actually a roasted golden kid on the iron plate. The old patriarch smiled and said: "Wu
Boss, come on, everyone, come over and try the hometown dishes of our Scimitar Tribe.”
Several people followed him to the table and sat down. The old patriarch moved the wine jar and poured wine into the big bowl placed in front of them. Wan Lin glanced at Wu Dong next to him, saw him shaking his head slightly, and hurriedly
Said: "Old patriarch, there is no need to drink. It is not peaceful outside now, and we will still have the opportunity to drink in the future."
The old patriarch was stunned for a moment, and after listening to Abu's translation, he put the wine jar down and said with a smile: "Okay, it's up to you, we'll drink later!" Everyone took the small scimitar handed over by the girls next to them, and first said
I cut into the roasted goat that was shining with oil, and the aroma of meat filled the living room.
During the dinner, A Bao looked at Wu Dong sincerely and said: "Boss Wu, we don't know much about the price of gems, but we know that there is absolutely no such high purchase price in the market. Can you help us lose money? What if?
That’s right, we can never accept this price!”
Wu Dong smiled. He stopped the scimitar in his hand, looked at Abao and said, "Don't worry, I am a businessman and I will never make a losing deal."
Seeing everyone at the table looking at him in confusion, he explained: "The profits of the jewelry business come from two big parts. One is raw materials, and the other is the value after processing into handicrafts. I process each gem according to the value."
It is calculated based on the market price, so I will only make less money, but I will never lose money, and it can be regarded as helping you friends."