Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

Chapter 137

Come on! Grandson, call me grandpa!

After a long chat, Batum drank another glass of liquor. After talking about the good things, he naturally complained about some difficulties.

“Alas, although I have made a lot of money recently, it may not be so good in the future.

Before, I was worried that the purchasing team would not be willing to buy big-leaf sweet potatoes. Now I am even more worried that my own big-leaf sweet potato field is not big enough.

When I first saw that big-leaf sweet potato field, I was thinking of growing enough to feed my family for a year, and then I could cultivate some more land and plant some more as backup food or sell it.

Now that I have something cheap and delicious like vermicelli, I don't have to keep so many hard-to-eat big-leaf potatoes at home. But even so, it only takes a month or two to move all the big-leaf potatoes from the field and sell them.

After one or two months, new big-leaf potatoes will grow, and then I have to wait another half a year. Anyway, these purchasing teams are basically always there, so no matter how many big-leaf potatoes I plant, I will never have trouble selling them.

I am thinking of reclaiming another piece of land to plant some more big-leaf potatoes..."

Hearing this, Irons asked curiously, "How much more land do you plan to reclaim?"

"Well... I'm thinking of expanding it two or three times..."

"Two or three times?" Irons raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can you do this by yourself?"

Batum grinned and explained: "At first I was planning to open up a field half as big as mine, but my wife is a smart woman and gave me an idea.

After I made some money, I now have some extra money that I don't know where to spend. My wife told me not to waste it on things like linen.

She asked me to learn from the recruitment order issued by the Demon Castle some time ago, and recruit a helper from the trolls who had just fled to the Demon Castle, provide him with food and accommodation, and use the remaining money to pay him wages.

Those trolls who just came from Troll Ridge have a hard time, their requirements are very low, and they don't have to worry about not being able to recruit people. With helpers, we can open up more land~"

In this regard, Irons smiled knowingly. As expected, there is no shortage of smart people among these lower-class people. Batum's wife is obviously a good wife with a good financial mind.

"Sure, then I wish you a better life in the future, brother Batum. Who knows, you may even become a big boss in the future~"

"Ah? Hahaha~ Brother, you want me to be a businessman? No, no, I just want to be a farmer in my life. I don't want to be a businessman."

Batum immediately shook his head and waved his hands, his expression showing some extreme rejection. Obviously, not only did he not want to do it, he also had an extreme disgust for businessmen.

After drinking another glass of wine, he began to curse: "Those businessmen are all money-minded bastards, conscienceless bastards!

Hey, brother, I'll just tell you one thing, and you'll know how evil those bastards are. Didn't I say before that the store in the square sells vermicelli and other things?

That store was set up by the Demon King. The prices inside are very cheap, and we, the lower-level demons, can afford it.

Vermicelli costs twelve magic crystals per pound, big leaf potato cake costs eight magic crystals per pound, and the small mochi is the most expensive, sold individually, at three magic crystals each...

Although it's cheap, the new goods are basically sold out in a short time as soon as they open every day, so I have to go to the site early in advance to buy them.

This immediately made those bastard businessmen jealous. Do you know what they do? "

"...They won't let people disrupt the order of the shops, right?" Irons couldn't help but ask back.

These businessmen dared to disrupt the order of the shop run by Margaret. Don’t they know how to spell the word death?

Batum shook his head when he heard this and said, "No, those merchants are not that desperate. After all, everyone in that shop knows that the Demon King is behind it.

However, they didn't dare to come openly, but just came secretly! The bastards hired a group of gang thugs to stand at the station every morning, standing at the first few, and buying a lot of goods at once as soon as the store opened.

They bought vermicelli by the dozens or hundreds of kilograms, as well as large-leaf sweet potato cakes. They also bought as many mochi as they could get. By the time we ordinary people came to buy some, there was not much left in the store.

Then, the bastards would take the food they bought from the gang thugs and sell it in their own stores! The prices were so outrageous!

Vermicelli, those bastards can sell for 51 catties, big leaf potato cakes can sell for 30 to 41 catties,

Oh, mochi, yes, mochi has gone up the most! They dare to sell one for twenty! And it continues to rise! "

"Kacha!"

Just as Irons was listening to Batum's story with a hint of anger in his heart, Finia next to him crushed the glass in her hand!

Under that reserved and calm expression, Irons could feel the rage surging wildly in Finia's heart at this moment!

The demon bartender nearby saw the glasses in the store being crushed and his expression immediately became displeased.

He was thinking of scolding Finia and asking her to pay for it, but for some reason, as soon as the bartender approached, he felt a sense of oppression that made his heart palpitate! It seemed that if he got any closer, he would explode!

Just like that, the bartender, who was standing in front of Finia and trembling slightly, hesitated for a long time, and finally gave a forced smile, and said with a trace of timidity and humility: "Miss, your glass is broken, I will change it for you..."

Of course, this time the cup given was an iron cup that is not easy to break.

Irons patted Finia's shoulder to calm her down. Then he laughed and turned to Batum and asked, "Um... Batum, do you know any stores that have this kind of thing?"

Batum waved his hands in disdain and said, "There are so many. There's the shop owned by the old devil Hobby in the east of the city, the shop owned by Fat Sam in the north of the city, and the shop owned by Britney in the west of the city...

Hey, there are too many of them. Those damn bastards took away everything the Demon King gave us.

Stores in the city center have also responded by no longer allowing customers to buy food in large quantities, and have placed limits on the amount each person can purchase.

But those merchants also have a solution. Since one person can’t buy more, they can just hire more people…”

"Hire more people? Those businessmen are really willing to do so..."

"What are you willing to do? Brother, you don't think they hired more people just to buy things from the store, do you? No.

No matter how many gang members there are, each person cannot buy too many things due to the limit. However, just because they can't buy them from stores doesn't mean they can't buy them from civilians like us.

So the purpose of those bastards hiring those gang thugs is to block you. When you have just sold vermicelli and are about to go home, they suddenly block you and force you to buy something by paying you.

Trolls like me are not easy to mess with, they don't dare to touch me. But for demons of your size, such as imps, succubi, beast-headed demons and the like, as long as you are a little easy to bully, they will come over to block you.

Those with a bit of moral integrity can at least be considered as doing business and forcibly buy your things. Gang members without moral integrity will just rob you openly. They are really evil!

"Those businessmen are bastards, and the gang members hired by those bastard businessmen are even more bastards! They are the worst of all bastards! Those bastards will definitely not give birth to good sons!"

"Oh!"

Just as Batum was cursing louder and louder, a sturdy minotaur at a wine table not far away slammed his wine glass on the table, kicked away a chair with a clang, stood up and approached Batum.

"CNM! I've been putting up with you for a long time! Don't think you can bark here just because you're a big troll!"

Behind the Minotaur, a group of demons who were several sizes smaller than him and looked like his followers also jumped up. These demon followers also took advantage of the power of the Minotaur and said some harsh words to Batum.

Batum turned his head and smiled contemptuously. He also stood up and approached, asking, "I'm scolding those gang members who have no sons. What the hell does it have to do with you? Huh?

Why are you so anxious? Are the gang members a bunch of scumbags that your mom ran into when she was hanging out with your dad? "

As soon as these words came out, the Minotaur instantly turned red and cursed loudly: "qnmd, bullshit! I am a gang member!"

But such a monotonous counterattack could not cause any effective damage to Batum. In fact, Batum's expression became more rampant and he continued to talk nonsense.

"That's right! Isn't it that your dad was cheated on by your gang member Ye Dad, so he doesn't want you anymore? Now that you have no dad, you have no choice but to run off to join the gang and find your Ye Dad! Hahaha~

Hey~ Have you found your gang member's wild father? It doesn't matter if you haven't found the wild father, you can have a grandfather! Seeing that you are so strong and have my style, I can still accept you as my grandson even if I feel disgusted! Come! Grandson, call me grandpa! "

"I'm CNM!"

The Minotaur, who was completely broken by the scolding, could no longer hold back and jumped up and wanted to wrestle with Batum. However, even so, it could not cover up his disadvantage in language artistry.

Irons was listening to this vulgar and artistic foul language. He even felt a little moved in his heart and couldn't help but applaud and praise.

At this moment, the expression he showed when he looked at Batum became inexplicably respectful.

If this brother's foul-mouthed ability were in his previous life, he would definitely have had parents in Zuan for eight years!

Chapter 138

Bar Brawl

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"You bastard, try to curse me again! I'll kill you!"

The Minotaur, who was completely broken by Batum's scolding, raised his fist in frustration and hit Batum.

Batum was not afraid at all, and even had a hint of contempt on his face. Batum's large body flashed extremely nimbly, and he avoided the Minotaur's punch almost by a hair's breadth.

Then, taking advantage of the Minotaur's stiffness after punching, he clenched his fist and punched at the Minotaur's big nose!

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, the Minotaur felt as if his nose was hit by a thick city wall. In an instant, blue, white, purple, and red liquids all rushed out of his nose in a mess!

The Minotaur was also hit by this punch and felt dizzy. He heard drums, gongs, trumpets, and pianos making crackling and clanging sounds in his head!

The minotaur who was hit by a punch retreated a few steps dizzy and was finally supported by a group of younger brothers behind him.

"Boss! Boss, are you okay?"

"Boss! Your nose is bleeding!"

With the shaking and questioning of the younger brother beside him, the Minotaur gradually woke up.

He shook his head to get rid of the chaos in his mind, and looked at Batum in front of him with some surprise, shocked by the fierceness of the punch just now.

He thought his punch would definitely hit the target, but the troll was lucky enough to dodge it, and then hit him back...

He touched his bloody nose and cursed in his heart. Damn, how could this troll farmer's fist hurt so much! ?

Batum, who was fine, shook his hands and taunted: "Hey, grandson, how come you fell down with just one punch? You have such poor quality, not even as good as your grandfather ~"

Being ridiculed again and again, the Minotaur became so angry that he pushed away the younger brothers around him and wiped the blood from his nose.

Although Batum's punch on the face was painful, the Minotaur did not think it was because Batum was stronger than him.

It was just that I underestimated him, and the old farmer was lucky enough to dodge my punch! As long as I pay attention to the next punch, the old farmer will naturally reveal his true form!

"Don't show off, you old troll farmer! You can only attack by surprise! Take this punch from me!"

With another harsh word, the Minotaur picked up his sandbag-sized fist and swung it again. This time he had learned his lesson and used both fists at the same time. If the first punch was not heavy enough, he would punch again!

Batum once again showed his flexible positioning ability. He just shook his body and head, making sure that the Minotaur's fists could not touch him for a long time!

The Minotaur was getting more and more frightened as he fought. He had already increased his punching speed to the maximum, but he couldn't even touch the clothes of this old troll farmer!? How is it possible!?

The fight between Batum and the Minotaur turned the entire bar into a mess. Some timid drinkers saw that the two big guys in the bar had a conflict and took advantage of the chaos to slip out of the bar.

Of course, they left without paying. The angry bartender at the bar started yelling!

"Hey! You bastards! Drinks! Pay for my drinks! You don't want to pay, right? I'll remember you! From now on, you bastards, don't even think about entering Madam Susie's hotel!"

Despite the bartender's harsh words, the ticket-dodgers still ignored him and took advantage of the commotion to slip away.

The demon bartender was so angry that he looked at Batum and the Minotaur fighting on the side and slammed the bar and shouted, "Hey! This is a bar! Not an octagonal cage! Fight outside! Don't damage the facilities of the bar!"

Obviously, to these two, the demon bartender seemed insignificant, and the Minotaur's punching speed did not slow down at all because of the bartender's words.

The bartender was about to curse a few more times, but his voice soon became physically insignificant because the remaining customers began to shout loudly at the two people who were fighting, and the bartender's voice was directly drowned out by the noisy crowd.

The drinkers who stayed behind did not do so because they followed the rules and did not evade the ticket, but for other reasons.

As long as you see the tendons and scars on their bodies, you can understand that these people are ruthless people who are not afraid of trouble and love to live a tough life.

The group of demons who were watching the fight on the sidelines found a suitable position with their wine glasses in hand and excitedly taught loudly to the Minotaur who was trying hard to attack.

"Hey! Punch faster! What can you do with your snail-like-speed punches!?"

"Left hook! Left hook! Left hook! cnmd, mlgb, give me a left hook! You bastard!"

"Swing your fist! What the hell are you doing? Kick with your feet! Ouch...everyone has seen all your moves!"

"You are a bull-headed demon, that's all? Are you a pig-headed demon?"

"Mm, you've been fighting for so long and still can't find anyone, and you're still just a useless thug! Boring! I want to see a river of blood!"

The bartender at the side was so frightened when he saw this scene that he jumped and shouted in rage, "Just wait, you bastards! I'm going to call Mrs. Susie! If she comes, you bastards will all have to pay!"

After saying that, the demon bartender climbed over the bar and rushed to the backyard of the bar.

Irons watched the bartender run away, then looked at the group of bloodthirsty demons around him who didn't care at all and continued to shout angrily and full of martial virtues, and he showed a helpless expression.

But soon, his expression darkened slightly, because at this moment, the minotaur's followers came up to him without him noticing.

Looking at the sinister expressions of these demons, it was obvious that they came with ill intentions.

Irons smiled playfully and said, "Hey, brother, I don't think I have offended you~"

The leading dog-headed demon came forward with a dagger in his hand and threatened, "Stop talking nonsense! You little vampire, you've been chatting with that old troll farmer for a long time and you think we're blind!"

Seeing this, Irons rolled his eyes and asked, "You think your boss can't beat him, so you want to use some unconventional tactics?"