The Creators: From Night City

"How much?" Jiang Bing looked at the red faces of Luo Yu and Fei Yingtuo and asked the price directly.

"Twenty-five dollars, sir."

Feiying answered first.

"It's not worth that much!"

The stall owner interrupted and shouted in defense with a hint of anxiety.

"There's a lot of this stuff out west, it's not rare. Even if you buy it, you can only make some fur collar ornaments out of it, or sew half a carpet out of it. It's not worth that much money at all."

But as the old saying goes, the buyer is never as smart as the seller. The real value of the item can be determined from the anxious look that suddenly appears on the boss's face.

"wanted."

Jiang Bing spoke briefly and to the point, acting like someone who had a lot of money but didn't talk much.

The stall owner did not choose to raise the price. Doing so repeatedly would undoubtedly mean exposing his previous dirty thoughts to everyone.

He simply threatened Luo Yu, "We agreed at the outset to trade for a whole truckload of furs. What you're doing is making it very difficult for me to estimate the value of the rest of your furs."

"After all, I don't want any irrelevant person to come in and make trouble after I've calculated the total price and decide which leather is better."

The threat with a hidden threat made Luo Yu look bitter. He used to be the owner of this land, but now he was living under someone else's roof. The cruel reality forced him to bow his head.

He was about to apologize to Jiang Bing when he heard a familiar "I want it" again.

Jiang Bingzheng was rummaging through the pile of furs on the cart. When he heard the stall owner say this, he immediately made a decision.

This truckload of animal furs contains a wide variety of species.

From the most popular beaver skins, otter skins, silver fox skins, and mink skins in the market, to the common grizzly bear, coyote, gray wolf, and red fox skins, to the raccoon, muskrat, skunk, deerskin, hare skins, and bison skins that are not expensive per piece but dominate the market with absolute numbers, a whole cart was filled with them.

These things are worthless in this era, but when shipped back to Night City, they become top luxury goods.

The entire cyber world has reached the point where even artificially synthesized fur is valuable. Even top luxury clothing stores like Jinguji dream of owning a piece of this native animal fur as their treasure.

So when Jiang Bing saw that the stall owner dared to be so sarcastic in front of him, he simply bought the whole thing.

The Indian father and son were obviously a little bit unbelievable.

Seeing that the other party was a little confused about his decision, Jiang Bing simply knocked on the side of the car with his cane to attract their attention.

"These." Jiang Bing drew a line with his cane, circling the entire truck of furs.

"I want them all."

"But, sir, you haven't asked the price yet?"

As the three of them looked at each other, Feiying was the first to jump out and ask carefully, his face no longer showing the rebellious look he had when they first met.

There was no way, he had been impressed by Jiang Bing's "money ability".

Jiang Bing went over the value of this raw fur in Night City in his mind and said without hesitation, "It's not important."

"I'll give you the highest market price, Margaret. Please check the quantity and price with them."

Luo Yu is undoubtedly a mature and prudent person. Even though he is intimidated by Jiang Bing's arrogance, he still wants to do things perfectly.

"Sir, if you really want it, we can just pay according to the normal market price. Why don't we find a place to unload the things and you can take your time to look at them."

Jiang Bing thought about it, nodded in agreement, and signaled the maid to take them to the rented residence.

Under Margaret's guidance, Eagle drove the carriage in front.

Jiang Bing and Luo Yu followed behind slowly.

“Indians are discriminated against here, right?”

Jiang Bing suddenly asked.

Luo Yu nodded dejectedly.

"It must be unpleasant to be forced to integrate into their so-called 'civilized' world."

"We have no choice." Luo Yu glanced at Jiang Bing's yellow skin. The same skin color made him feel somewhat close to him.

"I believe you also feel this deeply. Either you choose to integrate with them, even if it means bowing down to them, or only death awaits us."

"Death, death." Jiang Bing couldn't help but mutter.

"Enough Indians have died."

Luo Yu seemed to be worried about something and answered very cautiously.

"Our greatest hope now is to survive successfully."

"But you can't survive anymore." Jiang Bing said this in a decisive tone without hesitation.

Chapter 230 Walking with God

"In order to drive you to the reservation, the U.S. government ordered a large-scale hunting of bison. The Sioux lost the bison on which they depended for survival. Even if they survived, how would they survive in the future?"

"We have a peace treaty with the US government, and they will guarantee our survival." Luo Yu pondered for a long time before answering.

He now suspects Jiang Bing of having ulterior motives.

But Jiang Bing was indeed like that, but he was playing an open game.

"From the Treaty of Fort Wayne, to the Indian Removal Act, to the Treaty of New Echota, through the Sioux and Mendota Treaties, and finally to the Washington Treaty, I do not believe that with your wisdom you cannot see through their true colors."

Jiang Bing concluded, "What you can't get in war, you usually can't get at the negotiation table either."

Luo Yu listened to Jiang Bing's words, her lips trembled a few times, but she didn't say anything.

He became visibly depressed.

The weathered chief remained silent throughout the journey until the carriage turned into the courtyard rented by Jiang Bing, then he spoke with a frown.

"Sir, what exactly do you want to say?"

"What do you need now?"

Luo Yu stood at the door, stunned, but still spoke out what was in her heart, "Food, medicine, land, dignity, we need so much."

"There's still war!" Feiying came up to the two of them and interrupted.

"No, son, there is no war." Luo Yu patted his son's shoulder with a lonely look.

"We can't afford another war. They've become stronger..."

"But what about our land?" Flying Eagle has everything a young person should have: courage, fighting spirit, anger, and the recklessness unique to young people.

"The US state government is trying to evict us from our own land again. Leviticus Cornwall's factory needs that land. They are greedy and want the oil beneath the land. We have been forced to retreat. How can we survive if we lose our last piece of land?"

"Only war!"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, child." Luo Yu tried her best to comfort her son.

"Learn to be quiet in the wild beast's lair."

"It looks like it will take a while to count these furs. Why don't you go inside and take a rest first?" Jiang Bing watched the maid directing the two Indians to unload the goods efficiently and count the furs in the car according to categories, and extended an invitation to the two.

"By the way, we can also discuss our business. I think there is still a lot of potential for cooperation between us."

He walks in front, leading the way forward.

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The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

The Wapiti Indian Reservation is nestled against the edge of the snow-capped mountains.

It is desolate, remote, and the climate is unforgiving and cold compared to the warmer, more pleasant climate of the central New Norwegian region.

The Indians in the reservation originally lived in semicircular huts built with branches and mud. They were hungry and suffered from diseases.

But now the situation has strangely improved in a short period of time.

A spacious wooden factory building rises from the foothills, with a dozen small cabins scattered around it.

A circle of barbed wooden railings surrounded the makeshift camp. Four towering wooden watchtowers stood on the ground in the east, south, west and north. On each watchtower stood an intelligent defense robot, holding a gun that was unique in this era, and alertly guarding the surroundings.

Six days after Jiang Bing arrived in this tribe, this place had become a holy place for the Wapitiyin tribe.

Luo Yu wore an eagle feather crown that was only worn on major festivals, and with a solemn expression, he led 21 strong Indian warriors on horseback from a distant tribe.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they dismounted and walked all the way to the camp that had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

The 21 Indian warriors were wearing full sets of buffalo leather clothes, with their faces painted with various battle scars. Each of them was fully armed, as if they were about to rush to the battlefield.

In front of the camp gate, a strange eye turned towards them. The huge single eye made the bare-chested Flying Eagle shiver strangely.

"Don't move. The Black King's eyes are watching us."

Saber, in English origin, means "black", but after being converted into Indian language by Luoyu, it becomes the very awkward Mr. Black. Then after a series of escalating events, it finally becomes the Black King in Luoyu's mouth.

"Is he really a messenger sent by Quetzalcoatl, father? You should know that the white people in the past also deceived us in this way."

"He never admitted it," Luo Yu scolded his son. "But if that's not the case, how do you explain the many miraculous recoveries in the tribe, and these 'creatures of the gods'?"

Feiying raised his head secretly and flew towards the 'Eyes of the Black King'. Seeing that the other party was staring at him intently, he quickly turned his head away guiltily.

The camera had no idea that the people below were thinking so much. It rigidly followed the set program, faithfully performing facial recognition on Luo Yu and Fei Ying, and then sent the information to Jiang Bing, who was still busy, according to the established procedure.

The wooden fence gate suddenly rose slowly without any human intervention. Feiying, with his chest bare, thought about his father's previous words and involuntarily shrank behind Luoyu.

The group entered the courtyard surrounded by a fence, and walked curiously but restrainedly past a dozen strange-looking metal altars (fully automatic warning turrets) placed on the roof and the ground, and came to the wooden house.

Nearly half of the team stretched their necks and kept looking at the dozen or so small wooden houses nearby. Many of their parents, sisters, relatives and friends were currently receiving treatment from the "Black King" in these rooms, which were called "wards".

"Stay focused!" Luo Yu scolded everyone.

The group walked solemnly into the big house under the gaze of the ruby ​​eyes of the metal humanoid sculptures (autonomous defense robots) neatly arranged on both sides of the wooden factory building.

Jiang Bing, the 'Black King', was instructing the maid and several Indian women on how to operate sewing machines.

Sewing machines were no longer a novelty in 1899.

In 1870, there were 69 companies producing sewing machines in the United States. By 1871, the annual output of sewing machines in the United States reached 70 units. By 1891, Singer, the largest manufacturer, had produced a total of 1000 million sewing machines.

But in the West, among the Indian tribes that still maintained their primitive hunting and pastoral life due to the deliberate blockade by the US government, the sewing machine was definitely a novelty.

What's more, the structural advancement of these "simple" production tools made by Jiang Bing is at least a century ahead of the same industry.

Luo Yu led the group through a light curtain (light scanning) and into the room, where they were shocked by the large number of high-tech equipment placed in the room.

Chapter 231 Tithe Tax Agreement

In particular, the multifunctional intelligent industrial machine tool produced by the International Electronics Corporation (IEC) is as big as a small mountain after assembly.

As a luxury high-end product that claims to be able to rebuild an industrial system from scratch, its size is justified by its high price.

"Respected 'Black King', our tribe officially pays taxes to you today."

Luo Yu raised Jiang Bing's address to a higher level, turned around and introduced to Jiang Bing a group of Indian warriors who stood up with their chests puffed out.

"These are the most valiant warriors of the Wapitiyin tribe, each one a warrior who can fight a wild leopard with his bare hands."

"Thank you for using your divine power to protect my tribe from diseases, and for using inexhaustible food to keep our tribe from hunger and freezing." The old chief Luo Yu became more and more excited as he spoke, and the eagle feather crest on his head swayed as if he was performing a magic dance.

"According to the 'Tithe Pact' we agreed upon earlier, all 207 members of the Wapitiyin tribe, under your protection, will offer 21 of their most valiant and skilled warriors to serve under your command."

Jiang Bing looked at the weird old chief Luo Yu with a headache. He wanted to explain that he was not a messenger of God or a god, but it was obvious that the other party only believed what he saw and would not listen to any other explanation.

It is not surprising that such a situation occurs.

In this age when colds and fevers can be fatal, if someone suddenly appears and claims that he can cure common diseases such as headaches and fevers, as well as cholera, smallpox, tuberculosis, malaria, dysentery, typhus, influenza, syphilis, yellow fever, measles, diphtheria, scurvy, erysipelas, whooping cough, tetanus, etc., you will definitely think that the other person is a charlatan, a professional liar, an unscrupulous counterfeit drug dealer, and a villain who deserves to go to hell.

But once the other party takes action, you suddenly realize that what he said is true, the disease he described can really be cured, and there is no discount at all, then you will be like the rain.

And when he further fills the gaps of the disabled (suggests the installation of prosthetic limbs), enables them to run fast, revives the blind (artificial eye transplant), and brings the dying back to life with a sharp vision (organ failure caused by high fever), and makes them full of energy the next day, I guess anyone would be terrified and think carefully whether the great leader who has been worshipped for thousands of years has sent someone down.

When the other party has clearly just been out for one night, you suddenly find a decent building rising from the ground in the distance, with food piled up like mountains in the house, and countless ingenious creations emerging like flowers overnight. The metal seems to have life, turning into human form, guarding the other party.

In this situation, looking at Jiang Bing's same skin color, the same black hair, and the same black eyes, Luo Yu just behaved like this, and did not kneel on the spot and shout "Quetzalcoatl God is above" and accept the worship of his unworthy descendants. This was already considered very enlightened and progressive.

If the place were changed to the Vatican, someone might be canonized on the spot and be ranked alongside someone else in half a month.

You have to know that at this time, Americans in the East were still obsessed with the ignorant belief that eating mummy powder could give them the power to cure various diseases.

What's more, in a sense, it was not wrong to pray for rain.

Jiang Bing looked at the people in front of him whose faces were as pale as melons, and watched their fanatical expressions, fighting for God, and their proud behavior, and extinguished his desire to explain.