Chapter 341 Then I can only ask you to go with me
“Is this the last car?”
"It's the last car tonight."
"That's what I'm talking about." A black businessman patted the locked carriage, then squinted at Haro, "You're almost two hours late than the scheduled time. Where have you been? Why are your face covered with wounds?"
"I was delayed by an idiot." Haro said angrily, "He was so harsh that he almost broke my bones."
The black businessman raised an eyebrow: "What about him?"
Haro said calmly, "He's probably dead."
"Haha, that's exactly what you do."
The black businessman smiled and was about to get in the car, but Haro stopped him in time.
"What do you think about the wildfire?"
The black businessman turned around and looked at Haro: "Do you really want to go?"
"Why not give it a try?" Haro said, "It's a blue ocean there, and there's no church.
And it hasn't been divided up by other gold merchants yet, so can't we do things with more freedom?"
"What do you mean by letting go?" the black businessman said, "You might as well explain it more clearly."
"How much more do you need to know?" Haro said, "I have already inquired about it. In the past hundred years, in order to deal with the wildfires at night, the villages are very far apart, and the new order has not yet been established, so...
You could make the entire village disappear overnight and no one would know."
"The whole village disappeared. It sounds like it's in no man's land."
"Business in the no-man's land is not always available, and it's all in the hands of those gold merchants." Harrow said, "If we want to make a big profit, we can only seize this opportunity."
The black businessman was obviously a little tempted, but soon thought of something and became a little hesitant: "But is this time really okay? You should have received the notice, right?"
Harrow knew what the other party was talking about: the whitewashing of black businessmen.
All the black businessmen in the headquarters knew that the Land of Contract was no longer willing to remain trapped in the no-man's land and wanted to enter the world and become a real church.
The black merchants who have the best relationship with the Land of Contract also want to go ashore and upgrade from the black gloves of the Land of Contract to white gloves. If they succeed in going ashore with the support of the Land of Contract, they will become one of the most powerful forces in the world, and their status will be incomparable to what it is now.
But before that, they still need to get the consent of several other major churches.
Although this clause is basically just a formality, no church dares not to give face to the Land of Contract.
But just in case, the top leaders of the black marketeers still asked their subordinates to behave themselves during this period. This is why even though Wildfire is so tempting, all the major gold merchants have not entered the market.
"This is our chance, isn't it?" Haro patted the black merchant on the shoulder. "If it weren't for this moment, how could we possibly enter the market before those gold merchants?"
"But."
"Don't say buts." Haro emphasized, "Think about it, once we successfully land and become an open force, who can tell what we can and cannot do? Do you think we will have a chance to turn things around at that time? Do you want to be suppressed by those guys for the rest of your life?"
The black businessman was finally convinced by Haro. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look after I deliver this batch of goods."
"Smart. But remember, you have to be quick and efficient," Harrow warned, "Don't let anyone catch you."
"Don't worry, there won't be any survivors except for the goods."
"That's fine."
Harrow nodded with satisfaction. As he watched the black marketeer driving away in his carriage, he began to imagine what it would look like when he came back with a cart full of gold.
This fantasy put Harrow in a very good mood, and even the depression and irritability caused by Lyle's "betrayal" tonight were alleviated a lot.
He walked back, humming.
"Once the black marketeers come ashore, they will become white marketeers." He said to himself, "Once I make a lot of money, I can consider retiring - huh?"
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