Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

Liu Yan silently shook off Roy's hand.

Afterward, Liu Yan turned his attention to the customers hurrying around in the market.

Although five hours had passed, in fact, the two had already sold 170 million two hours earlier.

In other words, the total sales for the next two hours were only 30 million.

After the initial excitement, Roy gradually became aware of the problem.

The difference in income before and after the transaction records he saw were clearly visible.

"What's going on? There are clearly more people than before, but why is no one buying anything?"

Roy was a little confused.

He originally thought that the morning's explosive sales were just the beginning, but he didn't expect it to be the peak.

After pondering for a while, Liu Yan slowly spoke:

"It's probably because those who bought it were all planning to take out loans to buy it and then resell it elsewhere at a higher price, making a profit from the difference."

"But a single loan isn't enough to buy multiple guns."

"The remaining people either can't afford it, or they don't dare to go all in like those people to make this money."

After saying that, Liu Yan turned his head and looked at Roy with dead fish eyes:

"Ultimately, it's because the market you chose has a customer base that's too poor."

"Their budget for buying guns here is only tens of thousands, or even less than two hundred thousand."

Roy scratched his head after hearing this.

"I don't even know where the high-end trading market is..."

"How about we sell those cheap guns too?"

Liu Yan immediately waved his hand.

"Those junk guns do exist, but it's better to spend your time exchanging gold coins for HAF coins."

After all, Liu Yan couldn't just pull out a bunch of guns in public; he could only take a portion at a time.

If you buy a dozen or so MP5 players at once and sell them for hundreds of thousands, it's not even enough to cover the cost of all the back and forth.

After listening, Roy understood the reason behind it.

But not long after, Roy started sighing and complaining.

"What's wrong with you now?" Liu Yan asked, puzzled.

Could this emotional shift be even faster?

"From what you just said, it seems they buy from us and then resell them at a higher price elsewhere, making a profit from the price difference."

"I suddenly feel like the two of us are being taken advantage of."

"You lose 10 to 20 yuan for each gun."

"But it's true that the bold get rich while the timid starve."

"If I had their brains back then, I might have been able to make a fortune by reselling."

After listening to Roy's explanation, Liu Yan finally understood.

"Oh, so that's why."

"You don't need to worry about that."

"Don't forget, the more guns we have, the more capital we have."

"After they resell the guns and make money, they will continue to buy from us."

“We will still sell to them at the original price, and once they have accumulated enough capital, they will start to stockpile goods.”

“At that time, we will start raising prices, and they will follow suit.”

“But our price increase is the same price they sell at to others, while they can’t do that; they can raise their prices even higher.”

"At that time, there will be situations where others cannot afford to buy them."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, Roy's brows furrowed, and he then raised his own question:

"If we raise the price, is it possible that they will stop buying from us?"

"After all, by then, it won't be easy for them to sell at a higher price."

Liu Yan nodded.

"Correct."

"We can then drastically lower the price by then."

"Due to their limited funds, they can't buy at the bottom even if they want to."

"We will continue to lower prices during this process."

"Until they couldn't withstand the pressure and sold the guns they had ahead of schedule."

"After we take it back, we can raise the price again."

"In this way, we got our guns back, and we also made their money."

After Liu Yan finished speaking, Roy didn't quite understand, but he still felt that it was not very feasible in practice.

"Oh right, I just realized that something was wrong."

"Then they can choose not to buy these two guns, right? Other cheaper guns are also usable."

After Roy finished speaking, Liu Yan did not refute him, but nodded with a smile.

"unless…"

"They had no other choice."

"Don't forget, no matter how many guns I have, I can put them all in my vacuum cleaner, and they won't take up any space."

"I'll buy all the other guns on the market in a few days."

“You said before that only by moving them out of here and having guns could they feel safe.”

"As long as the price of our guns is not higher than the cost of their removal, there will be no problem."

"Driven by the pressure to survive, they will still buy even if the price increases several times over, because life is always more important than money."

"In the end, we stepped on the right foot with the left foot, keeping the original guns intact, and also bought a bunch of other people's guns at a low price."

"In addition, we will make back the money we initially spent on buying the guns when we resell them at double the price, and even more!"

Throughout Liu Yan's speech, Luo Yi stared at him with wide eyes.

He kept swallowing.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he managed to squeeze out a sentence from his throat:

"this…"

"Aren't you profiting from the war?!"

Liu Yan immediately shook his head.

"No, no, no, don't label me."

"Think about it, if I raise the prices of all firearms, won't those who already own guns be able to sell them at higher prices?"

Roy nodded.

"That makes sense. They sold their guns, so they had the means to leave this place, right?"

"Everything has two sides."

"Do you think those people with guns will survive the war between Hafk and Asara?"

"By doing this, at least some people were saved."

This time, Roy was really in a bind.

He stared at Liu Yan with his mouth agape.

"Your code name shouldn't be Chen Yu."

"You should be called Satan."

"Are you even human, brother? You have no conscience at all!"

Just as Roy was about to stand up excitedly, Liu Yan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Liu Yan pointed to Luo Yi's hand holding the phone, gesturing for him to look at the string of numbers on the screen.

213000763 HAF Coin.

"Think about those tickets."

"Think about the humiliation you suffered yesterday because you had no money."

"In a place filled with war, how can one survive unscathed?"

"Resources are always the most important thing."

"With money and resources, people will come uninvited."

"When the overall strength is strong enough, it might even be possible to achieve unification."

"We've also contributed to world peace, haven't we?"

Roy stared at the cold string of numbers on his phone, a number he'd never seen before, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

"I think you have a point."

Chapter 396 Just get the foam in.

Secret Service.

"I'm fed up with these hostages. We just left them hanging for a while, and they're not even dead, yet they're still yelling and screaming."

"Who says otherwise? And you even said you'd complain about me, hahaha, where would you complain to?"

Wang Yuhao and Kai Silva walked back chatting and laughing.

The latter walked straight to Lao Hei, who was busy welding not far away.

"Hey Blackie, fix my armor. I got hit by shrapnel from a Blue Eagle helicopter yesterday."

Old Black stopped what he was doing and looked up at the HMP special operations body armor vest that Kay Silva handed him.

There was a gap about one hand long on the back of the bulletproof vest.

Old Black didn't rush to take Kay Silva's bulletproof vest; instead, he just stared at him.

After being stared at for a while, Kai Silva chuckled and scratched his head.

"Haha, the subsidy hasn't come through this month yet, so we don't have any repair kits."

"See if there are any leftover scraps; we can use them to patch things up."

Seemingly noticing the helpless look in Old Black's eyes, Kai Silva continued:

"Even basic repair kits are acceptable."

Old Black rolled his eyes and took the HMP special operations bulletproof vest.

"I'm telling you, you're the captain, after all."

"A quack doctor needs money to supplement his family's income, so why can't you afford repair kits?"

Faced with Old Black's question, Kai Silva waved his hand without even thinking.

"Hey, haven't the prices of 995 bullets gone up?"

"I'd rather trust bullets than spend money on armor."

"After all, the level 3 bullets issued by the organization have too low armor-piercing power."

At the same time, Wang Yuhao also came over, put his hand on Kai Silva's shoulder, and looked at the old black man with a hearty laugh: