Procurement

Merchants all know that the products produced by the Machinery City are a symbol of quality. Therefore, famous stores usually stock a few items produced by the Machinery City.

Even so, these are the bottom-stock products that have not been sold for many years. At best, we can say to the outside world that "our store is very stylish", but not many people will actually come to buy them.

And today, the shops in Ya'an City welcomed two special guests.

The leader was a charming blonde girl with long hair tied into a ponytail. She wore a pair of gold-framed glasses with thin chains hanging down the edges, adding a touch of elegance. The eyes behind the mirror were as clear as rubies, and looking into them made one feel as if one was being seen through.

"We need to buy something."

The blonde girl spoke first. After hearing the list of goods she listed, the merchants smiled and hurriedly quoted prices: "You have good taste, sir. These are advanced machines purchased from the Machinery City."

“Are these the most advanced?”

"Of course, of course, how could we cheat our distinguished guests?"

“Is that so?”

"We won't make this crap," the woman said in a emotionless voice.

Hearing this, the local merchants in Ya'an were relatively calm, but the big merchants who traveled far and wide were shocked, swallowed their saliva and asked tentatively: "Are you from the west?"

The woman looked at them expressionlessly: "30%."

The conversation went on and on, and the shop assistants seemed to be listening to a foreign language, while the big businessmen had tears on their faces, as if they had encountered some huge problem.

"Please be kind, I am just an ordinary businessman, please be generous and leave some profits for us small traders."

Before coming, Rambo told the mechanic a story.

"You know, the place with the greatest demand for the products of the Mechanical City is the western border. It is the front line against monsters, so there are a lot of merchants there. And all the quartermasters like to bring the people of the Mechanical City to purchase, so that they can at least reduce the price by 30%. When the merchants claim that these are products made by the Mechanical City, only the people of the Mechanical City will say to their faces: [We will not make such junk]."

Rambo smiled and said, "When the time comes, you just need to put on a look of "no strangers allowed" and keep repeating this sentence no matter what the other party says. That's enough."

Are there any products developed by the Machinery City in Ya'an?

Yes, but few, and most of them are obsolete styles.

Unlike other areas, Ya'an City is not directly adjacent to the Black Mist, so it is less dangerous. Ordinary people will not buy such expensive things. Only people of noble blood will have some, mostly for guarding city walls and houses. Merchants are well-informed and must know the rumors about the western border.

These businessmen had developed a real keen eye, and could tell at a glance that the other party was a genuine mechanic, and believed his words even more. They never thought that they would encounter the original owner in the south to expose the fake, and they all had bitter faces.

"......"

"As long as you sell it truthfully, I won't use my status to suppress your price. But what you're asking for is too much." The blonde girl glanced at them calmly, her tone unquestionable. "Fifty percent off."

The merchants gasped: "This, this, this, this, we can't even take care of the purchase price, we definitely can't sell it."

"Look carefully, these are really the goods shipped from the Mechanical City."

The mechanic said coldly: "We will not produce such junk."

"Although it's not the latest model, we worked hard to transport it from the Mechanical City. Can you at least leave us some hard work fee?"

Machinist: "We won't make this crap."

The merchants tried to make a desperate struggle: "30% off, how about 30% off? You know, the sales on the western border are only 30% off."

The mechanic paused for a moment, giving the merchants a glimpse of hope. She glanced around, her pale lips opening and closing, and a cold voice uttered.

"Rubbish."

Merchants: "......"

They were speechless. Well, what can they do if they meet someone who knows the goods?

If people from the Machine City were to come and see, they would have better alternatives to these things. But buying and selling depends on facts. Newly developed products are rare and expensive, so how could so many people buy them? The best-selling products are those mass-produced products that are large in quantity and affordable.

"40% off. The goods sold to the western border are all new and can be used directly. As for your goods, I don't know how long they have been in the warehouse. No matter the style or the time of development, they are all old models and not worth such a high price."

The blonde girl made the final decision. The merchants thought for a while and nodded reluctantly. They thought they had caught a fat sheep, but it turned out to be a tiger that would eat people without blinking an eye. This bite really hurt them.

The two men whispered for a while, and the mechanic spoke again: "Bring over the scrapped equipment you have here, we'll buy them all."

Even the waste?

When the merchants heard this request, they all showed surprised expressions. One of them kindly reminded: "The scraps in the store are completely scrapped. Even the people in the mechanical city probably can't repair them. You'd better think carefully before buying."

"I've thought it through. I'll take whatever you want. Please give me a total price."

Seeing the mechanic was so straightforward, the businessman stopped trying to dissuade him and gave him a reasonable price, which he could consider as a way to replenish his income by selling these scraps.

The mechanic accepted all the offers and the blonde girl paid for them. The two of them swept through all the related stores with an unstoppable momentum and bought a large amount of supplies in an orderly manner.

Then, they moved to the material store and bought a large amount of marble and iron ore, and bought grain seeds in the grain store. They also spent a lot of money to buy many seeds of polluting plants. In addition, they also bought many tools and instruments...

After visiting the last store, the two walked out and turned into a secluded alley, where the middle-aged man and the real Olih were waiting. Their eyes reflected a glimmer of crystal blue, and they were obviously in a state of mental connection.

The two blonde girls looked 70% similar, but they were different in every detail. The girl wearing glasses took off her glasses and handed them to Rambo, revealing her deep blue eyes again. Her body flowed into the skirt of the girl opposite her like a piece of melted cheese.

This is the clone made by Olih, and the glasses were kindly provided by Rambo. The clone's temperament was changed through makeup, and the brainworm communicated through blood vessels, commanding the clone how to speak and perform.

With the cooperation of the mechanic, we successfully broke the psychological defenses of the merchants and got what we wanted at the lowest price.

Rambo roughly sorted out the goods he bought: "We estimate that we have swept half of Partington's inventory over the years. We can't use this method next time. These merchants will definitely come to their senses later."

"What a shame. We got so much at half the price. If we come a few more times, we can get enough materials."

"If this happens a few more times, the Chamber of Commerce in Ya'an City will go bankrupt."

Rambo smiled and turned his gaze to Orihe: "Send a few more clones to buy the necessary trucks and horses, hire a group of people, load these things onto the trucks and send them outside the city. After leaving Ya'an City, you will be responsible for transporting them to the new town."

Ollie nodded, and her wide skirt swelled up, quickly hatching new clones. After a simple disguise, several clones walked out of the alley and began to act according to Rambo's instructions.

After checking the purchase list, the Brainworm Bloodline asked, looking at the last line, "What does Mason want to do with these scrapped devices? These are all devices with completely damaged key parts. They are useless even if you get them."

During the shopping process, the mechanic didn't even bargain, but bought all the mechanical products in the largest scrap yard in Ya'an City.

The amount of waste was staggering, and it added up to a considerable expense. Even Rambo couldn't guess what the other party was trying to do.

The mechanic smiled and did not answer his question directly. Instead, he replied easily, "Don't worry, it will come in handy."

"Well, if you insist."

Rambo didn't insist, he would know it anyway. The network of thoughts spread out, linking with Olih and others. Under his command, batches of goods were transported out of the city and then taken over by the blonde girl.

The huge caravan attracted many eyes, and the gatekeepers stared in amazement as carriages lined up in a long queue out of the city gate. Mason didn't care about it anymore, because they would definitely not be able to find the whereabouts of this caravan.

"Oh my god, the owner of this caravan must be very rich. There are at least ten carriages!"

"This must be a large foreign chamber of commerce. Why hasn't anyone in the city heard any news about it recently?"

Various forces in Ya'an heard the news and sent out spies to follow. As the citizens whispered to each other, the caravan drove out of the city and came to a forest. Not long after, the caravan members from Xinzhen also arrived here.

The simple townspeople looked at the convoy stupidly and asked stutteringly, "Master Mason, this, this, this... all of this belongs to us!?"

"Why, you don't believe in my ability?"

The linen-haired boy raised his eyebrows jokingly, and the other party shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, of course I believe in Master Mason's ability. But this is too much."

A dozen horse-drawn carriages were packed together, and the horses pulling them were all good breeds. The townspeople were both happy and worried. How could they afford to keep all these horses?

"Let me introduce you to the new bloodline members. Rambo, the brainworm bloodline member, will be responsible for the dispatch work of the new town in the future. Orihe, the mosquito...insect bloodline member, will be an important member of the new town in the future."

To be honest, Orih is even more important to Newtown than Rambo.

The latter can indeed save Roland from the position of acting mayor and improve the work efficiency of the new town. However, the arrival of Olih provides a lot of labor. The physical fitness of bloodline people is far superior to that of ordinary people. Bloodline people like Olih who can split themselves are a timely solution to the manpower problem of the new town.

The black gate slowly opened in the air, ushering the caravan in.

Rambo immediately recognized the true identity of the door. He glanced at Mason and said, "So you and Oleus have such a good relationship. No wonder he went to save you."

The flax-haired boy smiled back: "Maybe we'll see each other again in the future."

"Really? That's pretty good."

Carriages drove into the gate one after another, and the two walked in as the front. The portal closed automatically, leaving only an empty forest.

When the spies arrived, the woods were empty except for the messy traces of a carriage on the ground.

Where are the people? Where are the cars? How can such a large fleet of cars fly into the sky? ?

The followers searched every corner of the forest in a panic, and were forced to admit that this huge caravan had really disappeared without a trace, not even a hair of horse was left.

Damn it, how are they supposed to report this when they get back?