One Piece: The World King Who Emerged from the White Town

Especially those who usually look down on them.

“I have brought Your Highness some of the latest models of ‘little toys,’ which will help your country upgrade in this area, at only 9% of the normal price, and we can even deliver them to your door.”

"As for the 'trash' that is discarded, I can recycle it at a certain price ratio for the sake of Your Highness."

"How do you think the King will reward you then?"

Chapter 361 Finding a Good Buyer

An hour later, Abel left the palace.

This Prince Pengpeng wasn't as incompetent as I'd imagined, but he was far more greedy than I expected.

The purchase price was only 70% of the price of the last arms purchase, and the required quantity was also greater.

However, the reported price was only 10% cheaper.

The remaining 20% ​​difference is the kickback that Prince Pengpeng demanded.

Conversely, the obsolete old weapons will be sold to Abel at a much lower price.

This is tantamount to getting a good deal and then complaining.

No weapons dealer would buy that junk; it could only be sold as scrap metal.

This is essentially making money twice and then giving him a pile of garbage to get rid of him.

Incidentally, it would also make his father, the king, and other ministers look at him with new respect.

Abel readily agreed to this extremely unreasonable request.

It wasn't just about opening up the smuggling market here, but also about letting Prince Pengpeng continue to swell his ego.

To destroy something, first make it mad!

Abel had already figured out how to get the entire debt back, with interest.

But before that, he had to find a good buyer for that batch of obsolete weapons.

After all, for a qualified businessman, there are no unsellable products, only products that haven't found the right customers.

So who would be suitable for these junk weapons?

……

The Poor Tavern, just like its name suggests, is both poor and dilapidated.

They only sell two things there: cheap liquor and cheap black bread.

Despite this, the place is still packed with people every evening.

Most of them have just finished work, come here with their meager wages to drink a few cheap drinks, eat a piece of sour black bread, and then go home drunk to sleep.

If you don't mind the mixed smells of sweat, body odor, foot odor, and some other strange odors, you can choose to sleep on the table for a while.

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

Despite its filthy and chaotic appearance, this tavern is one of the few entertainment venues available to the local working class.

During the day, the poor tavern is usually closed, only opening at night.

But no one knew that beneath this filthy and chaotic little tavern lay a hidden paradise.

Six or seven simply dressed, weathered men were hiding here discussing something, including the tavern owner, "Old Cripple."

“Recently, 23 more people have joined us; they are all unfortunate people who have had the same experience.”

"Damn it, those nobles and royalty don't treat us like human beings at all."

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

"That's the ultimate goal; now we still need to take it one step at a time, in a down-to-earth manner."

"That's right. With more and more people joining us, the funds we've raised are almost running out. And we urgently need a lot of medicine, clothing, and weapons!"

"Especially weapons. If we want to launch another operation, we can't let our men continue to fight those soldiers with muskets with kitchen knives and wooden sticks."

"We are not lacking in courage, but such a way of dying is so meaningless that I cannot accept it."

"I know we can still find a way to buy medicine and clothing, but where can we buy weapons? What do we use to buy them? Who has the connections? Even if we solve all these problems, those unscrupulous arms dealers will still bleed us dry!"

"But we should at least give it a try."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with several hideous scars on his face, who was sitting next to them, suddenly spoke up: "I do know where to buy weapons."

"Scar, you know him?"

Everyone looked at him with suspicion.

Everyone here knows each other well. Does Scarface have some secret that none of us know?

Scarface said in a deep voice, "Remember that fleet that docked at the port a couple of days ago? One of my unruly kids sneaked in under the cover of night, intending to steal some things to sell for money. But when he opened the boxes, they were full of weapons and ammunition, which scared the kid away."

"Today I noticed he seemed distracted and flustered, so I pressed him for answers and that's how I found out what happened."

Everyone was startled upon hearing this.

Then, with a grave expression, he said, "Even if this is true, the weapons they're bringing are sold to the kingdom, so how much can we afford to pay?"

The thought that the soldiers were getting brand-new weapons while they were struggling to get even a few broken guns cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

If things continue like this, let alone overthrowing the regime.

They're all a rabble; sooner or later they'll all be caught and executed.

Everyone was silent for a while.

But just then, a voice rang out along with the sound of the door being pushed open.

"So you're giving up already? Why not give it another try? What if a miracle happens?"

"who!"

Scarface and the others immediately stood up nervously and looked at the newcomer.

This hidden stronghold is completely unknown to outsiders.

If the king's men find out, they will all die.

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

"The weapons you all talked about earlier are the goods I brought to this island."

These people instinctively looked at Scarface, who immediately panicked, "It wasn't me! How could I make such a mistake!"

Abel also offered an explanation on the other's behalf: "It was indeed he who guided me here, but he himself was unaware of it."

"That brat who sneaked onto my ship was deliberately let go by my men, and he's been under their surveillance the whole time."

Scarface's face immediately turned extremely ugly, and the others were in similar situations, with resentment in their eyes.

They should have realized this earlier. How could there be no defenses on the ship with so much weaponry, allowing a kid to come and go as he pleased?

So that was a bait deliberately laid out by someone.

"What do you want?"

Scarface asked in a deep voice.

They didn't dare to make any rash moves.

Since the other party dared to come, they must have something to rely on.

If things really come to a head, they'll be the ones who suffer.

No one would think that arms dealers are easy to bully, right?

Those are all monstrous creatures who devour people without spitting out the bones!

"It's very simple, I want to do a business deal with you all, a big business deal!"

Ignoring everyone else, Abel smiled and sat down in the main seat, taking the initiative and becoming the guest of honor.

“We poor folks can’t afford your weapons.”

“I know, but if we do it another way, you can afford it,” Abel said confidently.

These people seemed to have thought of something, and they all exchanged glances with flickering eyes.

Chapter 362 A Conscience-Driven Arms Dealer

A few days later, thanks to Prince Pengpeng's efforts...

Abel was able to sign an arms purchase agreement with the Kingdom of Bliss, in which all the conditions he agreed to were written down.

Then comes the delivery of the arms, completing the transaction.

Prince Pengpeng had actually considered playing a game of getting something for nothing, taking both the person and the goods without paying a single penny.

But then I thought, anyone who can run such a large-scale arms smuggling operation must be a tough nut to crack.

That might cause a lot of trouble.

Furthermore, since the money was given to his father, the king, even if he saved it, he might not be able to get as much benefit as 20% of the profits.

It's better to enjoy everyone's praise while making money.

There might be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

So when it came time to make the final payment, it was surprisingly straightforward for Abel.

You should know that his worst-case scenario was that he wouldn't receive a single penny.

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Abel delivered the 20% commission to Prince Pengpeng's other estates that very day.

Prince Pengpeng was very satisfied and even wanted to reward him with several beautiful women.

Although they were all things she had used herself, Prince Pengpeng liked to use this method to get closer to her.