Chapter 319 Nothing to Say
At this moment, the drowsy and half-dead look on Zhang Peng's body disappeared. His eyes with dark circles stared at Delqia like a beast staring at its prey, which made Delqia shudder.
Liu Xingxing, who was sitting next to Zhang Peng, froze in laughter. He had never seen Zhang Peng in such a state before. He seemed like a different person.
It turns out that the guy who always jokes with me and makes fun of me actually has this side of him?
Kind of handsome.
Li Ziyu tilted his head, looked at Zhang Peng, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.
Interesting, really interesting.
He had been wondering how Zhang Peng developed the market.
The people from the other world were obviously different from those in the previous life. Compared to trade, those poor tribes preferred to get something for nothing.
If they can just rob something, they won’t want to exchange it for resources.
In addition, Zhang Peng always looks lifeless with dark circles under his eyes, which is completely different from those businessmen who always smile, look friendly, and say that harmony brings wealth.
So the question is, how did Zhang Peng convince the tribes one by one to agree to trade?
Now this question has been solved.
Zhang Peng is not the type of businessman who makes money by being friendly. Instead, he is an offensive businessman.
At this moment, his eyes were sharp and fierce, which made the ratman noble named Delcha panic.
Zhang Peng's eyes did not move at all, he stared at Delqia's eyes, kept looking at him, supported himself with his hands on the armrests of the chair, and stood up little by little.
Compared with the height of the ratman, Zhang Peng, a human, is obviously taller, allowing him to lower his head and look down at Delqia from a higher place, bringing a greater sense of oppression.
Zhang Peng pointed to his chest and spoke slowly, "I, Zhang Peng, am the lord of Rat Death Border City and the spokesperson for the undead."
"You just asked us, the undead, to bow down and agree to a series of unfair proposals from you, the ratmen."
"Do the ratmen really think that we, the undead, dare not go to war with you?"
"Are you guys kidding me, or am I kidding?"
Delqia's pupils contracted. He felt oppression and murderous intent. The man in front of him was angry.
Gurgle.
He swallowed, his body tensing.
"City Lord Zhang Peng, watch your language. You are twisting my words and provoking a war between the Undead and the Ratmen. Once the war breaks out, Rat Border City will be the first to bear the brunt, and you will die in the battle!" Delqia suppressed the fear in his heart and shouted sternly.
"Oh, death? Do you think that a human like me would be afraid of death?"
"I reiterate to you once again that I represent the Undead. The race I represent fears no death and regards death as grace. So, what makes you think threatening me with death will work?"
Zhang Peng straightened his chest, looked at Delqia with contempt, and said with disdain in his tone.
Delqia was a little at a loss. When a person is not afraid of death, many threats will lose their effect.
A hand grabbed Delqia's clothes from behind and pulled him back hard.
Delcha turned around and saw Sayil with a kind smile on his face. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"
Sayil pulled Delcha back and pressed him back into his chair. He whispered to Delcha, "You represent the ratmen. I believe the emperor has not secretly ordered you to go to war with the undead."
While Delqia was stunned, Sayil stood in front of him, turned to face Zhang Peng, and said with a smile, "City Lord Zhang Peng, don't get excited, don't get excited. We can discuss this. It's true that we went too far just now. Please take a seat and have a drink."
While speaking, he asked Zhang Peng to sit down, and at the same time picked up the wine jug and filled the glass in front of Zhang Peng.
"We are just a group of messengers and are not qualified to make decisions, so there is no need for you to be angry with us."
"We have come all the way here to solve problems, not to intensify conflicts. Everyone can be more peaceful."
"Let's talk some more."
"Is that so, Mr. Delcha?"
At the end of his words, Sayil turned his head, emphasized his tone, and winked at Delqia.
Delqia suddenly realized and said quickly, "Yes, yes, yes, Sayil is absolutely right. There was something wrong with what I said just now."
Zhang Peng stared at Delqia for a few seconds, picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip, and returned to his half-dead appearance.
"Okay, Mr. Delcha, the rat noble, let's review what we are going to discuss in this meeting." Zhang Peng said in a voice that was neither light nor heavy, neither salty nor bland, holding the wine glass.
Li Ziyu looked at Delqia, then at Zhang Peng, and laughed silently.
It’s Zhang Peng indeed.
A good businessman.
Looking at his expression, he seemed a little disappointed and unsatisfied.
The rat nobles didn't seem to meet his expectations, and this negotiation bored him.
This is like a person playing League of Legends, hoping to meet opponents who can match his strength, rather than a group of noobs who are worse than AI.
The rat people are really something. They sent people of unknown quality and were scared by just a few words.
"I feel that what you ratmen need is to expand the mercenary army. I can provide more undead warriors. Of course, the resources for hiring undead warriors must also be increased." Zhang Peng put down his wine glass, crossed his hands, and said calmly.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. We have already invested so many resources, but the Undead Warriors have not met our requirements at all!" When faced with interests, Delqia immediately forgot his previous fear and shouted.
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