One Piece: King of the World from White Town

Especially those who look down on them on a daily basis.

"I brought some of the latest models of 'small toys' for your Highness, which are enough to help your country upgrade in this regard. The price is only 9% of the normal price, and they can be delivered to your door."

"As for the discarded 'garbage', for the sake of His Royal Highness, I can also recycle it at a certain price ratio."

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

Chapter 361 Finding a Good Buyer

An hour later, Abel walked out of the palace.

This Prince Pengpeng is not as stupid as imagined, but he is more greedy than expected.

The purchase price was only 70% of the last time the arms were purchased, and the quantity required was also higher.

But the reported price was only 10 percent cheaper.

The remaining 20 percent difference is the kickback demanded by Prince Pengpeng.

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

This is equivalent to taking advantage of others.

As for those pieces of junk, no weapons dealer would recycle them, so they can only be sold as scrap metal.

It's like making two bucks and then giving him a bunch of crap to pay for it.

By the way, it can also make his father the king and other ministers look at him with admiration.

Abel readily agreed to this extremely unreasonable request.

It is not only to open up the smuggling market here, but also to allow Prince Pengpeng to continue to expand.

If you want to destroy it, you must first make it crazy!

Abel has already figured out how to get back the money he owed with interest.

But before that, he had to find a good buyer for the batch of broken weapons that were about to be eliminated.

After all, for a qualified businessman, there is no product that cannot be sold, it’s just that he hasn’t met the right people.

So who would be suitable for these crappy weapons?

……

The Poor Tavern is just like its name, poor and shabby.

There are only two things sold there, one is low-quality alcohol, and the other is cheap black bread.

But despite this, this place is crowded with people every night.

Most of them had just finished work and came here with their meager salary to drink a few glasses of cheap wine, eat a piece of sour black bread, and then go home drunk to sleep.

If you don't mind the mixed smell of sweat, body odor, foot odor and some weird smell, you can also choose to sleep on the table for a while.

Then wait to be thrown into the garbage dump outside, accompanied by flies and mosquitoes.

Although this pub looks dirty and messy, it is one of the few entertainment venues for the lower-class people nearby.

Poor taverns are often closed during the day and only open at night.

But no one knew that there was another world underneath this dirty and messy tavern.

Six or seven plain-dressed, weather-beaten men were hiding here discussing something, and among them, the tavern owner, the 'Old Cripple', was also here.

"Recently, 23 more people have joined us, all of them are poor people with the same experience."

"Damn it, those nobles and royal families don't even treat us as human beings."

"That is why we must unite to overthrow the rule of this country and establish a new regime."

"That is the ultimate concept. Now we still need to be down-to-earth and take it step by step."

"That's right. With more and more people joining us, the funds raised by the organization can no longer last. Moreover, we urgently need a large amount of medicine, clothing and weapons!"

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

"Everyone is not lacking in courage, but dying in that way is really meaningless. I can't accept it."

"I know that we can find ways to buy medicine and clothing, but where can we buy arms? What can we use to buy them? Who has the connections? Even if these problems are solved, those black-hearted arms dealers will suck our blood out of us and eat us completely!"

"But you have to try it anyway."

At this time, a middle-aged man with several hideous scars on his face sitting next to him suddenly said, "I know where I can buy arms."

"Scar, you know?"

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

Everyone present here is a close friend. Could it be that Scar has some secret that no one knows about?

Scar said in a deep voice: "Remember the fleet that docked at the port a few days ago? A disobedient kid under my command sneaked in at night, intending to steal something to sell for money. But when he opened the box, he found it was full of weapons and ammunition. He was scared away."

"Today I saw that he was distracted and panicked, so I asked him a few questions, and then I found out what was going on."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.

Then, his face was heavy: "Even if this is true, the arms they brought in were sold to the kingdom. How much can we afford?"

The thought that those soldiers were able to replace their weapons with new ones, while they were struggling to get a few broken guns, made everyone feel gloomy.

If this continues, there’s no chance of overthrowing the regime.

This mob will all be caught and executed sooner or later.

Everyone was silent for a while.

But at this moment, a voice rang out along with the sound of the door being pushed open.

"Are you giving up now? Why not try again? What if a miracle happens?"

"who!"

Scar and others immediately stood up nervously and looked at the person who came.

There is no way outsiders could know about this secret stronghold.

If they were discovered by the king's men, they would all die.

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

"Those arms you were talking about earlier are the goods I brought to this island."

These people subconsciously looked at Scar, who immediately became anxious, "If it wasn't me, how could I make such a mistake!"

Abel also explained for the other party, "It was indeed him who guided me here, but he himself did not know it."

"That little devil who sneaked onto my ship was let go by me on purpose, and he has been under surveillance by my people the entire time."

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

They should have thought of this just now. With so many weapons on board, how could there be no defenses at all, allowing a little kid to come in and out at will?

It turns out that it was a bait that someone deliberately released.

"What do you want?"

Scar asked in a deep voice.

I didn't dare to act rashly.

Since the other party dares to come, he must have something to rely on.

If things really get bad, they will definitely be the ones who suffer.

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

They are all demons who eat people without leaving any bones!

"It's simple. I want to do a business with you. A big business!"

Abel ignored everyone, smiled and sat on the main seat, taking the place of host.

"We poor people cannot afford your weapons."

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

These people seemed to have thought of something, and they looked at each other with flickering eyes.

Chapter 362: An Arms Dealer with a 'Conscience'

A few days later, after 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 the arms were delivered and the deal was completed.

Prince Pengpeng actually considered trying to get something for nothing by taking over both the person and the goods without paying a penny.

But on second thought, anyone who can engage in such a large-scale arms smuggling business must be a tough guy.

By then, it might cause big trouble.

Another thing is that it was his father, the king, who gave him the money, so even if he saved the money, he might not be able to get the benefit of 20% of the profit.

It’s better to make money while enjoying everyone’s praise.

Maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future.

So when it came time to pay, it was much quicker than Abel had expected.

You know, the worst case scenario he had planned was that he wouldn't get a penny.

"Your Highness, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Abel delivered the 20% kickback to Prince Pengpeng's manor somewhere else on the same day.

Prince Pengpeng was very satisfied and wanted to reward him with a few beauties.

Although he had used these methods himself, Prince Pengpeng liked to use this method to get closer to people.

Abel declined the offer politely.

This also caused dissatisfaction among Prince Pengpeng, who directly drove him away.

"As expected, I still don't like dealing with this second-generation rich guy."

Abel sighed, and then used a sleight of hand to transfer all the obsolete weapons he had received to an abandoned warehouse that was usually used to store garbage.

In order to recover this batch of arms, he paid a considerable sum of money.

It seemed that even the king here treated him as a fool.

Abel chuckled and didn't care. He had an appointment with someone to check out the goods.

……

"I think these weapons are enough to meet all your requirements."

Abel led the men inside.

Inside the warehouse, the top leaders of the resistance army were all shocked when they saw the mountains of weapons in front of them.

There is no way. We all come from poor families and have low vision. When have we ever seen such a "garbage mountain"?

"These arms look very old. They don't seem to be the ones you brought here?" someone asked tentatively.

"To be honest, the latest batch of weapons have all been sold out, and the weapons in front of you are the ones that have just been replaced. Although they look a bit worn out, they do not affect their usability."

“Best of all, they’re cheaper!”

"Of course, if you are not satisfied and insist on buying new goods, that's no problem. Just pay a deposit and I can get some from outside right away."

The man who had just asked was immediately embarrassed and said hurriedly, "No, no, the old one is also good, as long as it doesn't affect your use."

“So the price is…”

"As we agreed before, this batch of arms will be sold to you at 30% of the market price. Of course, I know you don't have money now, so I can allow you to take the goods first, but you have to sign an agreement and a promissory note."

"When you succeed in overthrowing the current regime and become the new master of this country, I will come back to collect the payment."