Orcs are naturally simple and brave, and they are naturally inferior to humans when it comes to scheming and methods, but this does not mean that they are just strong and brainless fools. In fact, there have been some like Ner'zhul and Gul'dan among the orcs.
A very scheming person who has the whole of Draenor and Azeroth under his control.
Thrall is not stupid. On the contrary, his intelligence is one of the best on the continent. It would be weird if he said he couldn't understand the double act played by Regen and Grandseau!
However, as the leader of the Orcs, Thrall does not have the gloomy temperament of his predecessors. On the contrary, he prefers to use "conspiracies" to achieve his goals - whether it is making peace with elves and humans to jointly resist the Burning Legion, or
Adopting the Forgotten to enhance the strength of the tribe, Thrall's series of actions since taking office have been upright, and there is absolutely no conspiracy or conspiracy behind the scenes.
Because of this, Thrall naturally did not bother to avoid entanglement with Regan on the issue of Morning Mist Town: We are all smart people, and we just need to settle the matter.
"In this case, there is no need for further discussion on this matter," Sal stepped down from the throne and stood in front of Regan, "I can shoulder the responsibility for you regarding Ander Mai's wanted order, and this person is
Mr. Longso, the tribe is also happy to see him serve Chenmist Town..."
"It's just that our import and export trade with the goblins will be seriously affected. This is not good news for Orgrimmar, which is short of resources." Thrall glanced at Regen pretending to be worried, and waited.
The knight answered
It's very obvious. Sal's meaning is very clear: since I helped you with Under Armor, you naturally can't just pat your butt and say thank you. These days, you still charge a few coins for giving directions.
Don’t you feel sorry for yourself?
Seeing Thrall's malicious smile, Regan cursed secretly in his heart, but there was no trace of it on his face. Instead, he patted his chest and promised: "Why worry, Your Excellency the Warchief! Even if Under Armor imposes a ban on Orgrimmar."
However, Kalimdor has more than just a few goblin ports. If you are willing to open trade quotas, Morning Mist Town is willing to serve as Orgrimmar's cargo transfer station!"
Thrall's face moved. It was obvious that this was what he was waiting for. However, compared to the losses caused by the hostile goblins, Regan's proposal seemed a bit underweight: "I have heard about the tribe's recent shortage of funds. I guess if all trade can
If you pay in full in cash, you and your people will definitely not be able to bear it..."
Regan thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "In this way, as long as the goods are shipped to Orgrimmar, we, Chenmist Town, are willing to transfer part of the commission to subsidize the transportation price difference, and use this to reduce the actual price of the goods...
What do you think?"
In fact, it is not difficult to understand the so-called reduction of the actual price of goods. The proposal proposed by Regan is essentially to give up part of the port tax to make up for the value-added tax collected by Orgrimmar in the future. In this way, goods will have to go through one less process.
Taxes and naturally prices are relatively low
Thrall didn't know much about financial issues, but as smart as he was, he immediately understood what Regan meant: in the final analysis, it was nothing more than a 9.10% discount on imported goods in Orgrimmar.
, although it sounds good, the actual profit margin is pitiful, which is far from what I expected.
Thrall frowned and sighed: "Thank you for your kindness, but the situation in Orgrimmar is worse than anyone imagined... To tell you the truth, in fact, the tribe's budget this year has already been overrun in the first half of the year.
, we really can’t afford a dime now!”
This damn gangster is a gangster! Even barbarians don’t extort people like this!
Reigen cursed silently in his heart. If he hadn't considered the difference in strength between the two, he might have spit on him at this moment, and then cursed fiercely: "Profiteer!"
It's a pity that I can only think about this scene in my mind... Rogues have to be faced, profiteers have to deal with them, and they have to be made comfortable so that they can move forward with their next plan.
"Holy Light, has the tribe's finances been so tight?" Regan took a breath in pretended surprise and looked at the grinning Grandso next to him. Apparently the goblin was also shocked by Thrall's shamelessness and directness. He has been doing this for so many years.
In business, this is really the first time he has encountered such a "naked" opponent.
Thrall nodded heavily: "Yes, we orcs are not very sensitive to gold coins by nature. In the past, the financial officer was always held by goblins, but since the last financial officer resigned, for some reason Andermei has not sent anyone here.
To take over, we have no choice but to rush the ducks to the shelves and appoint random individuals to manage the treasury..."
Regen and Grandzo looked at each other in disbelief, and had to smack their lips at the orc's nerve: just randomly manage the treasury by one person... This is really unique and creative.
"So...how do you think we should deal with it?" Regan glanced at Grandso hesitantly, but unfortunately the goblin kept twirling his mustache and did not pay attention to his master's eyes.
Thrall waved his hand and said: "Actually, this matter is easy to handle. If the general can give us a few months of grace, then when the economy becomes more prosperous next year, Orgrimmar will definitely give it to us with interest, no less."
Half a copper from Chenwu Town!"
Rogue, what a rogue! Regan felt his forehead pounding when he heard this. Last time in Morning Mist Town, Saurfang just took away dozens of tons of weapons. This time, it was Thrall who came to pay for the crime... Could it be that all the big bosses of the orcs are...
Some debt-addicted guy?
Regan and Grandseau said flatly in unison: "No!"
Seeing that Sal's face dropped obviously, the goblin hurriedly explained: "Great Chief, our Chenmist Town has no productivity of its own. It is just a transit point for trade exchanges. Last time, we had a close relationship with Saurfa.
Your Overlord's transaction has already been a series of losses, and now he has to bear a sum of money that cannot be cashed in. Even if I have a net worth of tens of millions, I can't agree to it!"
Thrall nodded noncommittally and glanced at the dark-faced Regen next to him. It seemed that this well-educated knight was finally pissed off by him. He originally thought that he really didn't make enough money, and was better than those who had lived for tens of thousands of years.
The old guy is still difficult to deal with...
Feeling secretly proud in his heart, Thrall waved his hand and said to the goblin: "You can't say that. As far as I know, Saurfang's last transaction with you was not free. We also paid for the Thousand Needles Mine.
As for the price, you can buy or sell as you please, so how can you talk about giving away even the loss?"
Seeing the beastman acting hooligan in person, Granzo bared his teeth and didn't know how to answer for a moment. The goblin had encountered many business opponents, but he was at the same level as Thrall and yet he was so lazy.
It's really rare. Apart from the few trade princes like Andermeier who made their fortune through fraud, this one is probably considered a weird one among the leaders of various tribes.
"Your Majesty the Great Chief, if you insist on thinking so, Regen really has nothing to say, so I won't stay long and leave immediately!" Regen stood up from his chair and saluted.
He strode out, but the goblin couldn't hold him back. He bowed to Thrall helplessly, and then hurriedly chased after him.
"Master, master... don't walk so fast!" Grandseau ran over with his short legs, glanced at the Kor'kron soldiers on duty around him and complained in a low voice, "My general, why bother following me?"
A rude green-skinned person with common sense? Since he’s asking for prices all over the place, we just sit back and pay him back, so why do we just walk away in anger after a disagreement?”
Regan kept walking, and a smile flashed across his face: "Don't worry, it won't take more than ten steps at most. Someone will be asked to leave someone behind soon!"
"What?" Grandseau didn't hear clearly for a moment, but just as they took the tenth step, Seedorf's loud voice came from behind: "Your Majesty, wait a minute! Chief Sal has invited you to stay and join us.
Come for midnight snack, please don’t refuse!”
"How's it going?" The corner of Regen's mouth curled up slightly, and he glanced at the dumbfounded goblin, "Let's go, since they invited us to have a midnight snack, it would be rude not to go... It just so happened that Eric and the others were still hungry in the hotel.
Are you hungry? I'll bring them something later..."
In fact, Sal has never had the habit of late-night snacks. He just needs an excuse to keep Regan.
With Sal's wisdom, he certainly would not believe that Regan would walk away, but when the other party made such an action as an envoy of a country, it was already a done deal, even if Regan wanted to take it back and slap him.
It is absolutely impossible to have a slap in the face, otherwise wouldn't the diplomatic relations between the two countries be nothing more than child's play?
The dishes for the supper are very simple, roast lamb and fresh salmon. In fact, the kitchen has never prepared a supper for Sal. Today is entirely because of this guy Regan. You can imagine the one who was pulled out of the warm bed.
How resentful does the cook feel at this moment?
After three rounds of drinking, the atmosphere at the banquet was already very warm. Although Thrall and Regan had a somewhat unpleasant quarrel just now, under the orc chief's apology and Grandso's jokes, Morning Mist Town and Ogre
Ma's reciprocal agreement was finally reached after their respective concessions.
According to this agreement, the two cities will exchange 20% of the profits for each other in any form of trade in the future. In fact, this agreement naturally favors Og. After all, the orcs export mostly animal skins, minerals and other raw materials.
, the demand for finished products is the real big factor
Morning Mist Town will also be officially recognized by the tribe, and enjoy the same privileges as Theramore as a city without conquests. Although Regan is not very satisfied with this result, it is still better than nothing, and he can at least be able to deal with himself...
"Dang~"
Regen clinked glasses with Thrall and turned the topic to the insect plague in Silithus: "To be honest with you, the chief, my main mission this time is to persuade you to send troops with our alliance army. After all, An
The Qiraji are an immeasurable threat to the Horde, the Alliance, and even the entire continent, so it would be better to eliminate them as soon as possible..."
"Of course, the interests of the tribe and the alliance are the same on this point..." Thrall said after considering, "I don't have any problem with sending troops to Silithus, but as for some... dissidents, I and
Saurfang should be able to temporarily subdue him, but since the Alliance tribes are sending troops together, the issue of priority and affiliation is a bit difficult to solve..."
"Subordinate?" Regen was stunned for a moment, but then nodded with understanding.