On the contrary, after the wind reached Prince Pengpeng's ears, it made him even worse.

Over time, the people became numb.

After all, life must go on.

Abel's hand was on the name, maybe something could be done through this guy.

the next day.

Abel directly used money to clear the way, and through layers of bribes, he successfully put a box of valuable treasures in front of Prince Pengpeng.

People who can get together with him know that they are all the same without thinking.

All of them are greedy for money, lustful, and sycophants.

But it's better this way, it's more convenient for him to do things.

"This box is in good condition. Tell me, whoever you robbed again, and I have to ask this prince to deal with the aftermath for you."

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked official standing below quickly showed a flattering smile, and said, "I'm wronged, this box of treasure is a meager gift that someone entrusted me to give to His Highness the Prince."

"It is estimated that you have benefited from it."

"Hehe, a little bit, just a little bit, all relying on the prestige of His Royal Highness."

"Okay, tell me, what's the matter?"

"That man is from outside, and he wants to open a chamber of commerce here, and sell some cheap souvenirs and gadgets."

"Do you think this prince is stupid? It's worth your trip to send me some worthless souvenirs and gadgets to send these things?"

Prince Peng Peng looked at his No. 1 dog leg jokingly.

"Hey, nothing can be hidden from His Royal Highness's insightful eyes. What the other party brought are indeed souvenirs, but they are just gadgets that can kill people."

As he spoke, he made a gesture.

Prince Pengpeng was also a little surprised when he saw this, "What is the background of the other party?"

"North Sea."

"Interesting, make an appointment for me. By the way, the woman on the bed rewarded you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Prince."

. . . . . .

In the evening, Abel came to the palace alone to meet the appointment.

Now that he already knew that the other party was greedy and lustful, there was no need to bring Baby-5 to avoid complications.

If one can't control it, and he kills this Peng Peng prince, it will be bad.

"Remember, His Highness Prince Pengpeng hates being called weak."

"As for whether you can convince His Royal Highness Pengpeng in the future, it's all up to you. That's all for now, and there will be no refund afterwards."

After Dogleg No. 1 finished speaking in a low voice, he pushed open the door of the room.

A very sissy guy inside is eating with the help of a couple of maids.

With just a look, someone will help him feed what he wants to eat, making people wonder if this guy has lost the ability to live independently.

No wonder I hate being called weak.

This is so weak!

You can't even pick up a fork, can you?

"Who are you, why are you not polite when you see this prince?"

As soon as they met, Prince Pengpeng gave him a big blow.

Abel looked normal, but he had already sentenced the other party to death in his heart.

But not now.

"Your Highness, according to the custom in our hometown, guests who come to the door with gifts do not need to follow some red tape."

Abel immediately used his big move and opened the black suitcase in his hand, revealing the banknotes stuffed inside, at least tens of millions of Berries.

Prince Pengpeng just glanced at it, but couldn't look away.

I've sent it once before, and now I'm still here?

"Yes, I like the gift you brought very much, let them go to some unnecessary red tape."

"Sit down, I'm very interested in the business you want to do now."

Abel put the box aside casually, and sat across from him.

"It's about commercial secrets, why should His Royal Highness be in a hurry."

Prince Pengpeng was just arrogant and domineering, not stupid. He immediately understood the meaning of Abel's words, and waved his hands directly, telling all the maids and guards in the room to go out.

In the palace, he was not worried that the other party would dare to harm him.

"Now we can talk."

"On the way here, I took a look and found that the weapons used by the soldiers in your country were old antiques a few years ago, and they were poorly maintained. I wonder if His Royal Highness wants to make some achievements for your father to see? Shut up those who question you."

Prince Pengpeng's eyes flickered, "Let's listen carefully."

Abel smiled immediately.

Sure enough, the more dandy he is, the more he wants to make some achievements for everyone to see.

Especially those who look down on them on weekdays.

"I brought some of the latest models of 'small toys' to His Royal Highness, which is enough to help your country upgrade in this area, and the price is only 90% of the normal price, and it can also be delivered to your door."

"As for the eliminated 'garbage', for the sake of His Royal Highness, I can also recycle them according to a certain price ratio."

"When you say that, how will His Excellency King reward you?"

PS: Tomb-sweeping in Qingming, there is only time for two changes today.

Chapter 365 Find a good buyer (14 guarantees, please subscribe!)

An hour later, Abel walked out of the palace.

This Peng Peng prince is not as stupid as imagined, but more greedy than expected.

The purchase price was only given 70% of the last purchase of arms, and more was demanded in terms of quantity.

But the quoted price was only 10 percent cheaper.

The remaining 20% ​​difference is the favor fee requested by Prince Pengpeng.

On the contrary, those old weapons that have been eliminated will also be disposed of to Abel at a lower price.

And this is equivalent to being cheap and being good.

As far as those rags are concerned, no weapon dealer will recycle them at all, they can only sell them for scrap iron.

This is equivalent to earning two shares, and then sending him a pile of garbage.

By the way, it can also make my king's father and other ministers look at him with admiration.

Abel readily agreed to this extremely unreasonable request.

Not only to open up the smuggling market here, but also to make this Prince Pengpeng continue to expand.

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy!

Abel has already figured out how to get back the account, including the principal and interest.

But before that, he had to find a good buyer for the batch of tattered weapons that were about to be eliminated.

After all, for a qualified businessman, there is no product that cannot be sold, but he has not met the right crowd.

So who would be suitable for these shabby weapons?

. . . . . .

Poor and Sour Tavern, just like his name, is poor and broken.

There are only two things sold inside, one is low-quality wine, and the other is cheap black bread.

But even so, every night, the place will be crowded with people.

Most of them just finished their work, came here to drink a few cups of low-quality drinks and eat a piece of sour black bread with their pitiful wages, and then went home drunk to sleep.

If you don't mind the smell of sweat, body odor, foot odor and some kind of weird smell mixed in, then you can also choose to sleep on the table for a while.

Then wait to be thrown into the garbage dump outside, to keep company with flies and mosquitoes.

Don't look at the filth and mess of this tavern, it is already one of the few places of entertainment for the low-level people nearby.

During the day, poor and sour taverns are often closed, only open at night.

But no one knew that there was another world beneath this dingy tavern.

Six or seven plainly dressed and weather-beaten men were hiding here to discuss something, and the owner of the tavern, the 'Old Cripple', was also here.

"We've been joined by 23 more recently, all poor souls who have had the same experience."

"Damn it, those nobles and royal families don't treat us as human beings at all."

"That's why we have to unite to overthrow the rule of this country and establish a new regime."

"That is the ultimate concept, and now we still need to be down-to-earth and step by step."

"That's right, now that more and more people are joining us, the funds raised by the organization will not be able to last long. And there is an urgent need for a lot of medicine, clothing and weapons!"

"Especially weapons. If we want to start operations again, we can't let our people continue to hold kitchen knives and sticks to fight those soldiers with muskets."

"Everyone doesn't lack courage, but such a way of dying is really meaningless, and I can't accept it."

"I also know that if you think about it, you can still buy medicines and clothes, but where can you buy arms? What can you buy? Who has that access? Even if these problems are solved, those black-hearted arms dealers will knock us down. Absorb the marrow from the fat, eat it all!"

"But you have to try."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with several hideous scars sitting next to him suddenly said, "I know where I can buy ammunition."

"Scar, you know?"

Everyone looked at him suspiciously.

All of you here are companions who know everything. Does Scar have any secrets that everyone doesn't know?

Scar said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember the fleet that docked at the port two days ago? A disobedient kid under my hand sneaked in at night. He wanted to steal something and sell it for money, but he opened the box Afterwards, it was full of ammunition and weapons, and that kid immediately scared him away."

"Today, I saw that he was absent-minded and flustered all the time, so I forced him to ask a few questions, and only then did I know what was going on."

When everyone heard this, they were all startled.

Then his face became serious: "Even if this is true, the arms brought by the other party are also sold to the kingdom, how much money can we afford?"

Thinking that those soldiers could be replaced with brand new weapons, but they couldn't get them for a few broken guns, it cast a layer of haze on everyone's heart.

If this continues, let alone overthrowing the regime.

Sooner or later, these mobs will all be arrested and executed.

Everyone was silent for a while.

But at this moment, a voice sounded with the sound of pushing the door.

"So I chose to give up? Why don't you try again? What if there is a miracle?"

"who!"

Dao Scar and the others immediately stood up nervously and looked at the person coming.

It is impossible for outsiders to know about this hidden stronghold.

If the king's men found out, they would all die.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. Let me introduce myself. I am an arms dealer from the far north. You can call me Mr. Abel."

"The arms you talked about before are the commodities I brought to this island."

These people subconsciously looked at Scar, Scar immediately became anxious, "It's not me, how could I make such a mistake!"