Lord of Industrialization

"Sir, the road is this way."

One after another, smiling young men stopped Zopel, Zikel and Krom, with flattering smiles on their faces.

The local merchants finally waited until the Wesson Army walked out of the barracks.

To dare to do business with the army, you must not be afraid of death. None of the soldiers have a good temper, and being killed is a common thing.

Therefore, there are several merchants with the army leading the way near the barracks, and local merchants are responsible for supplying goods. The merchants with the army make money for the brave.

However, the Wesson Army seems to have no interest in drinking and having fun. Many of them went directly to the city of La Cobriga.

The locals in the city were panicked, and there was a lot of chaos.

When Zopel and others entered the city, they saw that there were almost no pedestrians on the street, and they said strangely: "Is the city fasting today? Why are there so few people?"

Zikel also said: "That's right, some shops are closed."

Krom was a Black Forest mercenary before joining the Wesson Army, and he knew more than these two young men.

He shook his head and said: "People here are afraid of us robbing."

Zikel suddenly realized.

Zopel scratched his head and said, "Why should we rob them?"

Krom said with emotion: "You don't know that soldiers and bandits have been inseparable since ancient times."

"When I was a mercenary when I was young, I basically robbed wherever I went, and there was a rule to leave half of the grain in the employer's territory."

"Not to mention women, sometimes little boys can't escape."

Ziker also said: "Yes, in the past, every family in our village had a cave to hide grain, and the village also had a cave to hide women."

Zopel was still young when he left his hometown because of the flood more than ten years ago. He only remembered that his family had to guard against a big thief who is now a member of parliament. He was not very familiar with these.

There was finally a store open on the street, selling pottery. The owner was sleeping on the counter, and the smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated.

It was obvious that he drank too much last night and fell asleep as soon as he opened the door in the morning. He didn't get the news that the army entered the city, so he didn't close the door.

The store sells bottles and jars, and the patterns of bulls, sea fish and dancing girls on them are quite unique to the three guests.

It is natural to buy some specialties when you go out. Krom often mentioned the tapestries and vases he bought in Constantinople. These specialties are not only the goods themselves, but also the witness of the buyer's history.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Krom patted the counter, and the boss woke up in a daze.

He pointed to a pottery vase and asked the boss in a half-baked local dialect: "How much is that?"

The boss rubbed his eyes and said: "Each piece on the shelf behind me is 5 copper bulls, there are 10 copper bulls on the opposite shelf, and 15 copper bulls on the inner shelf."

The copper plates here are printed with bull heads, so they are all called copper bulls.

Not many people can count money now, and it is best to count in multiples of five.

After asking the price, the three began to choose, their own, and to give to relatives and friends, and they chose a lot.

There is no reason for the ship that brought them to go back empty and lose money, so they all went to nearby ports to load goods, among which the Principality of Wessen’s own ship had to load some mail.

The biggest achievement along the way was to establish a mature route based on the military mail system.

Lilu negotiated with the maritime overlords in the inland sea. The Dawn Chamber of Commerce would only take this route, mainly transporting the logistics of the Wessen Army, and would not reach out to other places.

When they finished picking, they found that the boss was sitting there and fell asleep again.

Krom shook his head and woke him up again, counting the money and settling the bill.

When the three of them left with large and small bags, Zopel kept complaining: "The people here are too stingy. They actually charge extra for plastic bags."

Krom shook his head and said: "You can't say that. These plastic bags are shipped from the Principality of Wessen. The freight is not cheap."

"Hey, the stall in front is good."

The roadside stall in front of them sold pottery crafts, with people and animals. When the stall was just set up, the boss was curious why there were no people on the street today.

When the three of them walked to the stall, the boss's feet were so scared that he had no strength and fell to the ground.

Krom continued to ask the price with half-baked words, and the boss's ten fingers trembled when he stretched out his hands.

They didn't say much. Even Zopel, who was the best at learning foreign languages, couldn't say comforting words yet, so he could only say less and make fewer mistakes.

The three of them picked some more things, paid for them and left.

They were seen buying things, and soon after they left, people immediately surrounded the boss and asked him questions.

The same thing happened at the same time in different places in the city. The merchants found that the soldiers of the Wesson Army were polite and courteous, and they paid for things truthfully, so they began to be bolder.

Zopel and others walked around and didn't spend much time. They came to a restaurant frequented by merchants to have lunch. There were several fish painted on the restaurant sign.

They chatted with the restaurant owner for a while, but they couldn't understand the names of the local dishes, so Krom took out a local silver coin and stuffed it into the owner's hand.

"That's all!"

"Bring this much food!"

"No more!"

Zoppel said with a smile: "In Grandma Casper's restaurant, we often meet foreigners who don't speak the language. Many people just order from the top to the bottom of the menu."

Krom said: "I heard that restaurant is very famous and expensive. I hope I can save enough money to take my family there once when I go back."

Zoppel said: "You can give me a discount if you tell me your name."

As the few people chatted, the boss started serving the dishes.

They waited for the dishes to be served before they began to eat, but more and more dishes were served.

There were shrimps fried with olive oil and minced garlic, boiled octopus tentacles sprinkled with spices, grilled squid rings, pickled fish, pancakes made from chickpea flour and shrimp, grilled crab legs, shellfish soaked in wine, fish sausages and seafood rice, etc. There were more than a dozen dishes.

Zikel's mouth twitched and he said, "It seems we can't finish it."

Zopel smiled bitterly and said, "This is the seaside, so seafood is very cheap."

Krom scratched his head a little, because seafood in the Principality of Wessen is very expensive, so as a squad leader, he planned to treat the two soldiers to a good meal, which now seemed too good.

He said to Zopel, "Go to the street and see if there are any acquaintances, and call them to eat together."

It can only be done this way, otherwise it will be wasted if it is not finished.

Fortunately, it was meal time, and Zopel completed the task excellently.

It happened that a team of female air force soldiers passed by, and Zopel was considered to be plotting something bad when he invited them.

So Zopel sold out the squad leader, saying that he ordered too many dishes and couldn't finish them.

At the same time, the shops in the city began to open after being frightened, and more people appeared on the street.

That night, a group of local bosses gathered in the bar and talked about what happened today.

"They are not devils at all, they are angels!" One boss couldn't help but sigh, "They are all talented, they speak well, pay well, and don't steal things. I like doing business with them very much."