Chapter 436 Friendship

  Although it took a while to go offline last night, when the sun rose in the morning, the Knights of the White Bears still appeared at the entrance of the Petra Fortress Bazaar as promised, and saw the old Buma who had been waiting there for a long time.

  The old man who has changed his clothes is no longer in the previous embarrassment. Not only does he look much more energetic, but he finally looks like a businessman.

"Are you planning to exchange the goods for money, or are you planning to barter?" Looking at the benefactors who walked up to him, he said respectfully, "I recommend the latter, after all, you have also seen...the desert is not so flat now, It's not a good idea to hold money in your hands."

   Having discussed it with his teammates beforehand, Sisi said.

   "We need to stay here for a while, let's exchange it for money."

  Old Buma nodded, and didn't say anything more, and began to help find buyers in the market who were capable of taking the batch of goods in their hands.

   There is no need for fanfare at all. Hearing that there are devil cloths produced in the eastern provinces, a group of businessmen soon surrounded them.

   The restless tail and Rourou followed curiously, looking lively.

  Sesame Paste was planning to go and have a look, but was touched by a black and white cat, squatting on the ground dumbfounded, and smoothed its fur that had already turned over and lay down.

Sisi handed over the matter of finding a buyer to Boulma, sat down in a nearby place that wasn't so noisy, spread the newly bought "Holy Words of the Silver Moon" on his knees, and read it quietly .

  The status of this book is probably equivalent to the "Bible" of the Hump Kingdom, and its content is roughly the "interpretation" of the teachings of the Desert Spirit by local believers.

  If "The Oasis under the Djobal Mountains" explains the local humanities from the perspective of scholars, then this "Holy Word" recommended by the researchers of the college analyzes the spiritual core of the local people from the perspective of believers.

  Under the shelter of the Zhabal Mountains, the Hump Kingdom is blessed with unique geographical advantages, so there is almost no alien harassment here.

  The main threats basically come from the sea.

It is rich in salt, camels, big-horn cattle imported from Borneo, and a variety of fruits and grains. The local backwardness and prosperity coexist, handicrafts and commerce are developed, and the citizen class is relatively wealthy. In some city-states, there are even businessmen who are not loyal to the feudal lords. , and the city lord elected by the citizens.

   It is precisely because of this that the local people's attitude towards religion and the royal family is not as respectful as the people of the other four kingdoms.

If the falcon is classical militarism, the destroyed honey badger is an enlightened monarchy, the golden lizard they failed to succeed is a feudal dynasty that pursues mysticism, and the lion that is in the middle of war is a feudal dynasty that takes the road of inner sage, So here is more like a classical republic.

  The twelve city-states have a high degree of autonomy, and the local residents not only have more secular living habits, but even created a secular "Protestantism"—

   That is, "Silver Moon Sect".

The sect's belief in the spirit of the sand sea has infused the animism theory of the southern archipelago. For the spirit of the sand sea, which has neither gender nor wife, a fictional "lover" named Silver Moon Goddess is given to it. Divinity infused with a touch of humanity.

  According to the explanation of "The Holy Word of Silver Moon", the Spirit of Sand Sea is the Lord of the Desert, who rules the Luoxia Province and is destined to rule the universe.

   But south of the Zhuobar Mountains, Yinyue Bay, which is irrigated by rivers and "river banks", is the territory of the Silver Moon Goddess, ruled by two gods.

  The local people agree with the mainstream sect’s interpretation of doomsday doctrines including “the world will eventually be swallowed by yellow sand”, but they also put forward new viewpoints on this basis.

  For example, "The world will burn out one day, so we should cherish this last dusk", "Candles can disperse the darkness, and lighting them at dawn can delay the end of the day" and so on.

  The former corresponds to the secular concept of carpe diem, while the latter has evolved into a worship culture.

At the beginning of each month, believers in the Hump Kingdom will light a candle at home, pray to Mount Zhobal and read the scriptures. They can even hire three unconverted pagans to do this for them, instead of being like the mainstream sects. Believers pray daily like that.

   "...It seems that the Luoxia Province is really huge, and five completely different cultural concepts have evolved in a desert."

   Sisi, who was flipping through the book, muttered in a low voice, and at the same time made up his mind silently. He planned to collect more works written in the Wasteland Era during the journey, and translate the contents to the forum.

   After all, it was something that the dog planned to make up with great difficulty. It would be a pity if no one found out.

   And she always has a feeling.

  What I am doing may be able to renew the cultural blood that was cut off by war and fallout in this world.

  Although this will not bring you silver coins and contribution points, it would be a pity to be an emotional task master in such an open world game with such a high degree of completion.

   Even if it is a hobby.

  Although the noise in the market was noisy, it did not affect her reading.

   The bargaining lasted until noon. There were too few merchants who could come up with so much money at one time, and the White Bear Knights were unwilling to barter.

  Old Boomer talked dryly under the shed, and finally made him wait for a buyer with the strength to take this batch of goods.

  This businessman was not tall, with a darker complexion, and his accent was almost deformed. He was obviously from the southwestern province of Borneo.

  He intends to bring these fine silks and those strange commodities back to his hometown.

  Including things like black silk and white silk.

  These miraculous chemical products aroused his great interest, the only fly in the ointment is only one thing—

   "Why only black and white?" he asked confusedly.

  Tail was taken aback.

   "Eh? Isn't it pretty?"

   "It's not ugly," the businessman rubbed his chin and thought, "Don't you have dyes there? Why don't you consider dyeing them in colorful..."

  Close the book in his hand, and Sisi got up from the carpet with a subtle expression.

   "That would be ugly."

  Colorful or something...

  Whether in reality or in the game, she didn't really want to try it, but the tail on the side showed a pensive expression.

  Hope she's not seriously thinking about it.

  The businessman smiled shyly.

   "Anyway, it's okay, I'm very satisfied with your goods... Let me do the math, how about 5 million golden camel coins?"

  Hearing the number of five million, Tail exclaimed, and quickly looked at the little Rourou beside him.

   "Five million... What kind of concept is this?"

   Rourou also whispered.

   "I don't know! But the cows here only cost three to four thousand..."

  The tail was startled instantly, and the eyes sparkled.

   "My giao! More than a thousand cows! Rourou, let's herd the cows in the future!"

   Rourou refused without hesitation.

   "I don't want it! We are the White Bear Knights, and herding cattle is too shameful! And we promised to become the president of the mercenary union! Ao, have you forgotten your dream!"

  The tail scratched the back of his head.

   "Hmm... a little difficult to choose."

  Holding the cat's sesame paste, he smiled shyly.

"Ha ha…"

   Bargaining is Sisi's job. Out of everyone, she is the only one who is the best at connecting people. Not only can she communicate basicly, she can even roughly understand some uncommon words that are not easy to understand.

Although the level is not as good as Yaya and Fujiteng who entered the game in "ancient times", at least she has reached the T1 level in terms of language ability, and she is almost as good as a paper man. Big brother married.

  After some bargaining, the goods were finally sold at a price of 10 million golden camel coins.

  Although the guy looked like his wallet was drained, Sis always felt that there was a sneaky smile hidden behind that frustrated expression.

  As for the other members of the White Bear Knights, they are now immersed in the joy of their success.

  Especially when I heard that the goods worth hundreds of thousands of silver coins were actually exchanged for golden camel coins that could buy more than 3,000 head of cattle. The tail and fleshy eyes almost turned the color of silver coins.

  According to the average price of five thousand silver coins for a cow...

   Fifteen million silver coins? !

  Tail clenched its fists excitedly.

   "Giao! Si! We're rich!"

   Rourou also said excitedly.

   "Oh oh oh! I want to ask the manager to order a set of exoskeletons like Mr. Junk!"

   "This is too... amazing." Sesame Paste was stunned, and the cat in his arms almost fell off.

  Sisi looked at his companions and bent their mouths.

   "It's not enough to get rich, but I did make a little bit... By the way, Awei, there is still meat, remember not to show off on the forum."

  Tail and Rourou nodded almost at the same time.

"Uh-huh!"

   "Don't worry! I will watch this tail!"

  Seeing that these two guys agreed so readily, Sisi felt a little worried.

   But to be honest, this profit is not too exaggerated. The most difficult thing about running a business in the wasteland is not to bargain, but to transport the goods back safely.

  Even if the more than a thousand cows were transported back to the Frostspear Ranch without any loss, the food, fresh water, hiring expenses, natural loss of animal fat, and changes in the relationship between market supply and demand were deducted along the way. If all the cattle were bought and shipped back, it would not be easy for the actual profit to be half of the fifteen million.

  And considering the limit of pasture capacity and the risks hidden in the freight cycle, it is difficult for this method to make long-term stable profits.

  Those factories that sell bricks, cement, steel, airplanes, tanks, and cannons don’t have a high ROE, but the alliance’s demand for these products is almost unlimited.

   That's the real money printing machine.

  Many T0 and T1 players no longer disclose their earnings on the forum.

  Although there is no direct evidence, Sisi conservatively estimates that the value of their assets will not be less than 100 million, and it may even be more exaggerated.

   It’s just that there is no way of dividends to withdraw profits and turn them into "cash"...

  …

  The two parties rented a warehouse and completed the delivery of the goods and the counting of the gold coins.

  Looking at the boxes of gold coins on the ground, the businessman patted the ashes on his hands when he was done, looked at Sisi and his group and said with a smile.

"For the sake of making me a fortune, let me give you a piece of advice. No matter what business you are here for, I advise you to quickly exchange your golden camel coins for dinars, or Other value-preserving things."

   Tail tilted his head.

"Why?"

"When the Legion comes, all that money will be worthless...Look at those people in the refugee camps and slums, their pockets are full of golden lions and golden badgers, but they can't even buy a loaf of bread. Listen It is said that in Silver Moon Bay, many rich merchants are exchanging golden camel coins for dinars or ships going to sea."

   After all, he was doing business on someone else's territory. The merchant didn't speak too directly, and stopped talking when he reached the point.

  The Honey Badger Kingdom fell within a week, and the Lion Kingdom lost half of its country. Compared with the Falcon Kingdom supported by the Legion, these ancient kingdoms are not at the same level in terms of equipment or military theory.

  In his opinion, the Luoxia Province is no different from being finished.

  The final fate of the Hump Kingdom will probably bow to the Legion like the Falcon, and circulate dinars as legal currency.

   "Then... how about replacing it with gold?" Sesame Paste asked in a low voice.

   "Gold..." The businessman shook his head, "I don't recommend it."

  Although many local forces in the wasteland use gold to mint coins, the embarrassing thing is that gold itself is not worth much.

There are many deep-seated reasons for this, including a large amount of gold mined in space left behind by the Prosperous Era, including the fact that the gross social product is far lower than the total value of precious metals in stock, and that the cultural form of the Wasteland Era lacks support for "tomorrow will be better" expectations and yearning for a better life, etc...

  The biggest difference between the wasteland and the troubled times is that people in the troubled times have no doubt in their hearts that the troubled times are only temporary and will end sooner or later. But for the people in the wasteland, not many people expect the dead civilization to be revived.

   Therefore, the most valuable thing in the wasteland is never precious metals, but confidence that is more expensive than gold.

   A currency that lacks confidence will quickly become worthless.

  As for factors such as force, productivity, technology, culture, etc. that can provide added value, although they also determine the value of currency, they are only one of the superficial factors.

  The businessman looked at Sisi, he thought she should be able to understand what he said earlier, so he took off his hat and said goodbye.

"...Thank you again, generous and beautiful lady, this batch of yours has brought a perfect end to my trip to the East, and I sincerely advise you to leave this right and wrong place before it's too late land."

   "Thank you for your advice, I will pay attention to it." Without making any comments on his words, Sisi waved his hand and bid farewell to the merchant in front of him.

  Old Booma at the side saw the guest walking away, and finally couldn't hold back his curse.

   "Petra Fortress will never surrender to the Legion, we are not like those cowards!"

  The tail is vigorous.

   "Oh! Of course, just make Petra and everything will be fine!"

  Although Old Buma didn't understand what she was saying, she could feel that it was a compliment to her hometown, and her face that was originally filled with righteous indignation suddenly blossomed with joy.

   Rourou couldn't help but complain.

   "Awei, you played the wrong game."

  Watching the smiling figure disappear into the corner of the street, Sisi glanced at the coins with camels in his hand, and then at the stuffed boxes behind him. After thinking for a moment, he looked at Old Buma.

   "I plan to open a bank. People who escaped from the Golden Lion Kingdom can exchange their Golden Lion Coins for Golden Camel Coins here... By the way, are private banks allowed here?"

   This is not her temporary idea.

   It's just that what the businessman said just now made her see new business opportunities.

   "This... no one said no," the cheerful old Buma was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly dissuaded, "Exchange these money into golden lion coins? What do you want golden lion coins for?"

  Sisi: "Isn't it possible?"

  Old Buma said dumbfoundedly.

   "This is not a question of whether it is possible...but the Lion Kingdom is about to perish, and their currency will soon be worthless."

  Emotionally, he believes that the Petra Fortress is absolutely impossible to fall, but the Lion Kingdom next door is hard to say.

   Once the capital of abundance falls.

  The fall of the kingdom is only a matter of time.

  Sisi nodded, pondered for a moment and said.

   "Then... the exchange rate is 6:1."

  6 Golden Lion coins for 1 Golden Camel coin.

  Although it is not enough for those poor people to live here as well as their hometown, it can at least keep them from starving to death.

  Hearing this exchange rate, Old Boomer smiled wryly.

  Six to one...

  Even if it is 600 to 1, the exchange is still a pile of rubbish...

   Tail tilted his head and looked at Sisi.

   "But aren't we going to buy cattle back?"

   "Well, that's what it means, but as long as we win this war and drive the Legion out of Luoxia Province, we can buy more cattle and go back..."

  Excitement flashed in his eyes, and when Sisi was talking halfway, he suddenly thought of something and stopped talking.

   "Ah, yes, why don't we pay dividends first."

   "Dividends?" Rourou tilted his head, "Why are you here?"

  Sisi thought for a moment, then calmed down and said.

   "Well... this is just in case. After all, investment is risky, and I can't guarantee that my judgment will be correct."

  No matter how careful the plan is, there is also the risk of encountering accidents.

  If you succeed, the benefits are gratifying, but once you fail, you may not only get money, but also friendship that is more precious than money.

   These boxes of golden camel coins are almost all the belongings that everyone has saved since the server was opened, including most of the income from the last dungeon.

   Once lost.

   To say the least, I have worked hard for half a year.

  She believes that her companions are not the type to put their interests above all else, and this is why she likes being with them.

   But she is sober after all.

   It is difficult for a sober person to convince himself to believe in the probability of human nature.

   What's more, even if her companions would forgive her mistakes, it would be difficult for her to forgive herself for letting everyone's efforts go to waste.

  She admits that she is not as brave as others think.

   She is not afraid of many things.

  But only afraid of being blamed...

   "If that nuclear bomb really blows up the river embankment, maybe even if you win, you will lose money. If you are worried about losing your principal—"

   "Don't say that kind of out-of-the-ordinary words."

  Shoulders are suddenly surrounded by a warm feeling.

  Sisi, who was still analyzing calmly a second ago, suddenly had an unexpected blush on his cheeks, and he was speechless with his mouth open.

  Hugged her shoulders from behind, Sesame Paste, shaking cat ears, smiled and leaned close to her face, and said in a pleasant voice.

"I actually know that Sisi always thinks a lot, and he is super reliable when thinking about problems calmly. Although I am just an ordinary teacher in reality, and I can't play games so well. I am not as good as you, but we are partners... also Please trust us more!"

   "If you have any plans to tell us, don't carry such a big psychological burden, just go ahead and do it boldly!"

   "Exactly!"

  Routy, whose eyes were shining from just now, raised his claws and said excitedly, "Although I don't understand it very well, it sounds really powerful!"

She is also not the kind of strong high-end player. She chooses support in seconds when playing games, and likes to hide behind the ADC when she is out of meat. It is better to cheat passersby than cheat acquaintances.

   Until now, she still doesn't know why the operator chose her, and she was lucky enough to draw a heterogeneous character with "explosive initial attributes".

   However, this is not the luckiest thing.

  The luckiest thing in her mind is to meet a group of friends who will never dislike her clumsiness and are willing to grow up with her.

  Even if something like "the MT is frightened and flees and the team loses the front row", everyone will not blame her, but will patiently encourage her, help her adjust equipment and study new tactics...

   It was great to meet them.

  Tail also raised his hand energetically.

   "Oh! Everyone agrees, and Tail agrees! But we have to set aside the money for the treasure hunt. We have agreed to go to the ruins to explore, so don't spend all the living expenses!"

   Flesh glanced at her sideways and complained.

   "No one would do it but you, okay?"

   "giao!"

  The tail that was spat out by fleshy meat showed a deeply shocked expression, but it was obviously just a joke among friends.

  Looking at everyone who supported him, Sisi's eyes were touched, and the explanations that came to his mouth were finally condensed into two words.

"Thanks…"

   "I told you not to be so alien."

  Letting go of Sisi's shoulders, Sesame Paste picked up the cat she put on the ground again, and said with an embarrassed smile.

   "Speaking of which, is there a plan for the ruins of the Lost Valley?"

  Recovering a confident smile on his face, Sisi said in a serious tone.

   "I was going to talk about it."

   I updated 8K yesterday, today I am ashamed, the second half is not finished... The author is glass-hearted, please lightly scold T.T.

  

  (end of this chapter)