Although the idea of ​​dismantling this so-called management system flashed through Wei Lun's mind, he calmed down.

Wei Lun waved his hand, signaling the spiked-armored man to stop.

“I understand what you just said, but now that we’re the Guardian Group, we can sign some new agreements, can’t we?”

Weren did not want to continue the previous agreement, as he had completely lost the initiative.

In this way, his Guardian Group would be completely drained of its resources, and what development would it have left?

The man in spiked armor's face stiffened.

"I must remind you that the city-state's army is on standby. If I return to find that you have reneged on the previously signed agreement, then you will face a storm of attacks!"

As he spoke, the man in spiked armor stared intently at Wei Lun, seemingly wanting to see Wei Lun's fear.

Qin Mutong was extremely nervous, because according to her investigation, this Southern Four City-State was very domineering.

Zeng Guangtian had encountered people from the four southern city-states before while hunting in the wild, but he made concessions to avoid a major war.

If relations between the two sides deteriorate rapidly and war breaks out, the guards should at least be prepared to suffer losses of half their strength.

The casualties were considerable, and Qin Mutong was extremely anxious!

However, at this moment, Wei Lun leaned back in his chair, having already made his plan.

"How about this, we sign a new agreement, and I can provide you with 50 cartons of cigarettes, 50 bottles of sorghum liquor, and 500 boxes of braised pork trotters rice. What do you think?"

Wei Lun waved his hand, signaling Qin Mutong to go and prepare.

You should know that in the apocalypse, a single pack of cigarettes can grant you a high-ranking official position, not to mention the unattainable sorghum liquor.

These are all beings that they could never reach, not to mention the sheer number of them!

When the man in spiked armor heard this, his heart started racing.

50 packs of cigarettes, 50 bottles of sorghum liquor, and 500 boxes of braised pork trotters?

This is a huge benefit, but it involves signing a new agreement, and even that new agreement needs to be negotiated.

Perhaps the higher-ups of the four southern city-states would be interested? Regardless of their interest, the man in spiked armor is certainly interested!

You should know that as long as the man in spiked armor brings these things back, he'll definitely get a promotion!

What he really cared about wasn't the agreement, but whether he could get a promotion. Clearly, Wei Lun's terms could satisfy his desires. As long as he packaged Wei Lun's attitude when he returned, the leaders of the four southern city-states would be easily fooled.

Suddenly it became quiet.

No one spoke; the entire scene became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Wei Lun didn't want to break into conflict with other settlements so soon, especially since the Guardian Group was developing rapidly in all aspects.

Given enough time, the future belongs to the Weishi Group!

Qin Mutong delivered 50 cartons of cigarettes, 50 bottles of sorghum liquor, and 500 boxes of braised pork trotters with rice.

One by one, the guards carried boxes and crates of goods, piling them all next to the man in spiked armor.

Breathing, heartbeat—the spiked armor-clad man felt as if he no longer belonged to himself.

He could clearly see the rice and pig's trotters in the lunchbox, along with cigarettes and sorghum liquor; the aroma could be smelled from afar.

He steeled his heart and made up his mind!

“Boss Wei, since you are so sincere, I can represent you to communicate with the higher-ups at Cheng Bang!”

"But what about the subsequent agreement?"

The man in spiked armor had clearly taken the goods and was also looking to gain some additional benefits.

Wei Lun nodded.

"We operate independently regarding the mobilization of our armed forces, but we can send troops to assist the four southern city-states should a disaster occur."

Weren stated that his troops would only obey his orders, and the biggest change from before was that they would not obey the city-states.

However, if the city-state is in danger, the guards have a duty to assist.

In this way, whether a city-state accepts your order or not will reveal its true intentions. You can't expect others to obey your commands, can you?

The man in spiked armor thought for a moment,

"Boss Wei, it's best if the city-state decides this matter. I personally think there won't be too much of a problem, after all, your sincerity is evident."

The man in spiked armor glanced at the cigarettes, sorghum liquor, and boxed lunches piled up to the side, his meaning clear: with these things clearing the way, there shouldn't be any problems.

Wei Lun chuckled. How could he not know these people's ambitions?

Next, we'll talk about some business matters.

If their goods are not taxed, but our own goods are taxed, then where will our own goods remain competitive?

Wouldn't this place become a dumping ground for other people's goods?

This is something Wei Lun cannot tolerate. If there is no tax, then there is no taxation at all; if there is taxation, then all taxes must be collected. This is a basic requirement!

"Brother, let me tell you the truth, we're already very low when it comes to taxes."

"Therefore, regarding business matters, taxation is consistent and cannot be changed; it applies to everyone!"

Wei Lun spoke very solemnly, showing no intention of backing down, but this clearly displeased the man in spiked armor.

You see, the reason the city-state sent him here was precisely because of this commercial issue.

Back when Cai Zhenshao was in charge, their goods were exempt from taxes, which allowed them to make a fortune every time.

However, since the Sixth Gathering Place was renamed the Guardian Group, all of their goods have been subject to taxation, which has diminished their advantage and resulted in significant losses!

"Boss Wei, the city-state's opinion on this matter is that we must continue with the old method: taxes cannot be levied on goods from the city-state and other settlements!"

"Of course, your goods can also be sold in other gathering places, and they will be tax-free!"

The man in spiked armor did not back down. After considering his mission, even with so many precious goods paving the way, he still dared not agree privately.

Wei Lun frowned.

"If that's the case, then we'll have no choice but to fight!"

Weren issued a warning because the Guardians Group would not budge on this point!

"Furthermore, I want to tell you that if you give up so many cigarettes, sorghum liquor, and boxed lunches, I wonder if the city-state will punish you if they find out?"

As Wei Lun spoke, he pointed to the resources piled up as high as a small mountain.

The man in spiked armor looked extremely uncomfortable, his face alternating between green and red.

"Alright then, Boss Wei, since you insist, I can go back and put in a good word for you."

"Although I'm not the final decision-maker, I still have a lot of say. But could you give me an extra pound of this tea?"

The man in spiked armor glanced at the tea leaves on the table. A pound of them was a tribute; he hadn't even gotten a share yet!

Wei Lun laughed heartily and took out a pound of tea leaves from below.

Please accept this!

Wei Lun was quite pleased with this request; it was something he could easily purchase with just one more trip, and it would smoothly resolve the crisis facing the Guardian Group.

Why not?