Quadruple split

Compared to Ji Xiaoge, whose face was full of astonishment, Mo Tan was much calmer. After Chris finished speaking, he did not show any surprise. He just nodded with a complex expression and sighed: "Sure enough, it is." so……"

"What's so true?"

The girl sitting next to her couldn't accept it. She clenched her fists and shouted to Chris: "There is no way to ignore this kind of thing no matter what!"

On the way here, Mo Tan had already provided Ji Xiaoge with some relevant information by making friends out of thin air. He briefly talked about the background of the slave trade in the Violet Empire in the Southeast Continent, and mentioned the Marshall family's more than ten years of experience. For example, the slave-catching group that did not spare even the people of its own territory also mentioned the Fire Claw Territory, which was repeatedly robbed because of such a neighbor, and also mentioned the evil mages, weird sects, and super perverts who were buyers. How crazy it is to wait for death without regret. As for other things, such as the undercurrent surging at the top of the Violet Empire, I didn't talk much about it.

Ji Xiaoge naturally became furious as expected and wanted to chop up all the slave traders and buyers and make them into dumplings!

You must know that the 'slaves' in this innocent world are much more miserable than those in real history. After all, the latter are usually just enslaved and tortured, and occasionally have the opportunity to revolt, but the former It's different. They are rarely used by buyers to serve tea, wash clothes, and fold quilts. The best ones are almost always thrown into the arena and use their lives for people's entertainment. If they fall into the hands of those crazy spellcasters, they will even There is no peace after death, and it is even worse than death to be 'taken' from, 'sacrificed' on the spot during cult rituals, or become a test subject for certain potions, spells, and rituals.

Although the above are all crazy behaviors that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, but...

"This world has never lacked lunatics and demons, well, I mean the psychological kind."

Miss Chris looked at Ji Xiaoge tenderly and said in a calm and warm tone: "But as long as these guys are willing to abide by the rules of the game, then most people can't do anything to them. I can tell you clearly that in Anka Ji In this city, as long as the so-called slave traders don't lead a few slaves to be sold in a big way, it won't be considered a violation, and no one will take care of it."

The wings behind Ji Xiaoge raised uncontrollably. She bit her lower lip, and after a while she whispered: "I can't agree."

Chris sighed: "But you have to understand..."

"I understand."

Ji Xiaoge interrupted her softly, shook his head and said, "I just can't agree."

Mo Tan turned to look at her in surprise.

The girl looked back thoughtfully, her face turned red and she curled her lips: "What are you looking at? Did I say anything shameful?"

"Not at all." Mo Tan chuckled and shrugged: "Heroes just see the same thing. I think the same as you..."

Ji Xiaoge rolled his eyes, picked up the warm coffee and took a sip. Then he pushed it in front of Mo Tan, then grabbed the water from the latter, drank more than half of the cup, and frowned. The little face stuck out his tongue at the latter: "It's so painful! I'll switch with you!"

"It's disrespectful."

Mo Tan smiled, and carefully changed the side of the cup in order not to embarrass Ji Xiaoge, and then took a sip happily.

He has been craving for it for a long time!

"Ahem."

Miss Chris, who suddenly felt that her sense of existence was somewhat lacking, coughed twice and repeated with a half-smile: "I understand, but I can't agree?"

Mo Tan and Ji Xiaoge nodded at the same time.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense." Chris raised his eyebrows slightly and hummed: "Anyway, I will put it here, no matter whether those guys are slave traders or not, as long as they are not selling people in Anka openly, Even if it doesn’t count as breaking the rules, no one will take the initiative to cause trouble for them.”

Mo Tan was not surprised at all by Chris' decisive attitude.

He knew very well that this was not the personal attitude of the 'ordinary receptionist' in front of him, but Anka Market's normal approach to such phenomena. Mo Tan, who had been in the library for a few hours before, was not sure about the place under his feet. I still have some understanding of this land, which can be called the commercial hub of the Northwest Continent, and I know all the unwritten rules here.

There is no absolute black or white in any world, and the same is naturally true for such a large-scale Ankh Market. As a free, rich and prestigious behemoth, the gray between black and white is the main theme, especially Under the premise that the administrative organization is so loose that it is almost useless, what dominates this land is not the representatives of the forces, nor the rules and laws, but a tacit understanding.

That is a tacit agreement that all travelers, merchants, residents, strong men and wealthy people will abide by silently. It is the rule that Chris mentioned before and is tacitly accepted by everyone - the real rule.

It sounds bluffing, but in Mo Tan's view, this so-called tacit understanding is actually not complicated at all, and can basically be summarized into two points...

First, maintain the purity and competitiveness of Anka Market. This has nothing to do with the current events. Simply put, it means that no one force can dominate the market and be overwhelmed, whether it is at the commercial level. Neither monopoly nor administrative dictatorship is allowed. The former will make the market lose vitality, while the latter will reduce Anka to a tool, especially dictatorship. This kind of situation that even ordinary residents will find disgusting will never be allowed to occur. of.

Everyone has done this well for hundreds of years, such as the Steam Consortium and the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce that have flourished throughout the Innocence Continent. Although they also have their own industries here, they have always maintained a silent understanding. You are engaged in catering, I make weapons, you open a jewelry store, I make precious metals, you wholesale alchemy materials, and I import engineering raw materials. We also invest in each other's shares. We don't fight or grab each other. Hello, me, everyone.

As for other small businesses with little background or limited capital, although they also have a certain share in the market, there is still a certain gap compared with the two giants of steam and gold coins. However, small workshops also have the advantages of small workshops, although they do not guarantee the quality. Quantity is guaranteed but authenticity is not guaranteed, but the price of many products is much cheaper. It is very suitable for Taobao and will not be crowded to the point of starvation. Some of them are similar to "odd and weird" products that are novel and not worth the money. After all, it’s easier to get mixed up in this store than in other places.

There has never been any fairness in this world, even in Anka Market, which is relatively equal and free and does not engage in monopoly. After all, the word "relative" carries a much heavier weight than equality and freedom. Only idiots would do that. Even though there is a gap in resources, connections, and background, I still believe in the so-called fair competition. I feel that my shabby hotel can earn as much as someone else's Liulicing Pavilion with eight stars and eight arrows.

Back to business...

The second rule that everyone tacitly agrees on is that the maintenance of Anka Market’s own characteristics and development potential, as mentioned before, is by no means black and white.

From blatant robbery and killing, to collecting protection fees and eating King's meals, anyone who dares to do this will definitely be suppressed by thunder, because the most basic order is not allowed to be destroyed, otherwise this place will become a place with slightly less strength. It’s a ghost place where people don’t even dare to come. Over time, this so-called northwest business hub will naturally become in name only. This is the white among the gray.

Even if you are a notorious wanted criminal, even if your business and transactions violate 90% of the world's laws, as long as you don't kill people in Anka, as long as you don't blatantly do prohibited transactions, then you won't be punished. Someone will take care of you. Take the slave trade as an example. As long as you don't capture people in Anka to be slaves and openly shout, "This orc slave is so good. He eats less and sleeps less. He can move more than 600 kilograms of bricks a day." , don’t miss this kind of messy thing when you pass by. If you just show up here with a slave, you won’t be affected. After all, the business under the sun is never as profitable as the business behind the shadow. If Anka rejects all darkness and If it were dirty business, it wouldn't be the big market that everyone can enter now. This is the black among the gray.

"Of course, there is flexibility."

Chris refilled Mo Tan's cup of coffee with a stinking look on his face, lazily tossing a piece of sugar cube: "It's definitely not okay to kill innocent people here, but if there is any notorious bastard or scum here, even though all major The forces will all tacitly ignore it, but if they are hacked to death in a sewer, everyone will still ignore it. Well, the premise is that the method is concealed and it is done cleanly without disrupting order or disturbing the people. In this case, not only will the murderer not be held accountable, but if there is a bounty on the hacked bastard, he can receive it directly from major intermediary organizations, and the commission will not be high."

Ji Xiaoge's eyes lit up and he asked expectantly: "Those damn slave traders count?"

"Let's just say it."

Chris threw the candy into his mouth, chewing it while saying vaguely: "Under the premise of revealing their identities, there may be people who don't like them, but the gang you just mentioned This guy has a background in Viper, right? Haha, no one will get into trouble unless the investigation is clear. If the investigation is clear, not many people are willing to offend Viper for a few strange slaves. Well, the major neutral organizations are People like our Adventurer’s Guild won’t care about this.”

Mo Tan nodded slightly and whispered: "Then if we issue a mission here or at the mercenary union..."

"Okay, I can handle this procedure."

Chris smacked his lips and shrugged: "Speaking of which, if you send a mission, you must clearly explain the background of that team. Considering the reputation of the organization 'Viper', the number of strong people, and the strong desire for revenge, With other characteristics, the task level cannot be lower than B+. To put it simply, the reward must be at least three thousand gold coins, and there is no guarantee that anyone will accept it.”

Ji Xiaoge, whose total net worth was less than eighty gold coins, was shocked by the huge sum of money. He was stunned for a while before tentatively asking: "Then... what if we only send out missions to rescue people and don't ask to kill those slaves?" Where are the dealers?”

"Yes, it is at least classified as a B+ level mission. The reward is more than three thousand gold coins, and the possibility of anyone taking it is very small."

Chris repeated his previous words with a smile.

The poor (self-identified) winged beautiful girl was stunned at the time: "Then if we save people and kill all the people who are escorting the slaves..."

"A-level mission, the reward is no less than five thousand gold coins. The poster is very likely to be targeted by Viper afterwards."

Chris gave his reference in a serious manner and said with a dry smile: "I suggest you give up this idea. Even if there is no shortage of adventurers, mercenaries or passers-by with a sense of justice here, but still, who would want to Why offend a viper for a bunch of strangers?"

Ji Xiaoge lowered his head in frustration, tugged at his long waterfall-like hair, and muttered: "Wow, what a scary organization it is..."

"It doesn't have to be scary." Chris waved his hand with a smile and shook his head: "It's just that I can't offend you. By the way, would you like the guild to help spread the information that the team with three black carriages are slave traders? ?Five gold coins will do."

Ji Xiaoge tilted his head and glanced at Mo Tan, signaling him to make up his mind.

The latter shook his head without hesitation and declined with a smile: "No, I'd better find another way."

Chris didn't insist anymore, just nodded and said: "It's up to you. By the way, if you accidentally see the scene of the slave trade and you are not dead afterward, you can report it directly. After all, in theory, it should be done under the table. If things are exposed, they can only blame themselves for being stupid."

"I understand, thank you for your advice."

Mo Tan sighed in his heart, stood up and put two silver coins on the table: "Then I won't disturb you..."

Ji Xiaoge also stood up listlessly and nodded to the young lady who had no intention of moving her buttocks: "Bye, sister Chris."

"Well, I won't give it away."

Chris waved his hands randomly, and then reminded them loudly as they were about to go out: "Don't forget the security work at night. It's me who arranged for you to go in. Don't embarrass me."

"hold head high……"

"Especially those three scourges. If they cause any trouble, I will sell you...well, except Sister Ye Ge, all of you will be sold to the Savage Highlands!!"

"yes……"

…

a moment later

Chris, who had just put his legs on the table, snorted and threw the coffee in his hand towards the corner: "I knew you were here!"

Pa~

The black liquid that had become hot at some point quickly gathered into a ball with a snap of the fingers, floating quietly in mid-air.

Seven or eight sugar cubes flew up silently in front of Chris and merged into the slowly rotating sphere.

"I've never been used to bitter tastes."

Martin Sloan's figure slowly emerged from the air, took a bite of the 'coffee ball' in front of him, shook his head with a grimace and said: "Sure enough, I can't get used to it no matter how much sugar is added."

"You're really good at judging people..."

Chris narrowed his eyes and whispered: "But how did they know?"

Martin smiled: "Is it beyond the scope of your 'test'?"

"Don't say there is no test, I'm just bored and having some fun..."

"Well, I wish you a good time~"

"Hello!"

Chapter 380: End