The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Laurel deadpanned, "Should we give it to them and let it rot in the cupboard, or should we let them sell it for money?"

"More or less, it is also our intention..."

"What's the intention? Does the wheat we grow have anything to do with them?"

The man pushed the wooden cart hard and looked at Henk coldly: "I farm to feed myself, Henk."

Hunk scratched his head and said nothing.

Laurel was right. How could there be farmers in the Empire who wanted to "feed everyone"? Farming was just a way to make a living.

However, Henk still didn't like Laurel's unapproachable attitude, and he didn't know why this fellow had such a personality.

When I get back, I'll ask my dad and elder brother, maybe they know.

When he thought of this, Henk became a little nervous, and the joy in his heart was even suppressed. He looked around and found that the farmers were immersed in the happiness of the harvest, so he lowered his voice and said to Laurel:

"Laurel, you said to sell these grains outside of Little Pelican City...how do we do that?"

Laurel said it simply, but the ignorant Henk couldn't figure out how to sell so much food to other places.

Laurel glanced at Hunk and said, "Why do we have to sell it?"

"……what?"

"Although this city doesn't look very wealthy, there must be wealthy merchants anyway."

Laurel gripped the handle of the cart tightly, and her rough and hoarse voice could not cover up her eagerness: "I don't believe that someone can't think of something that a farmer like me can think of."

Henk also reacted: "You mean... find a merchant to help us sell it? But--"

He had no good feelings towards grain merchants. Those stingy and cunning guys always did their best to lower the prices and exploit them. Henk felt uncomfortable at the thought of doing business with them.

"But if we deal with them," the young man said anxiously, "those damn guys want to suck all our blood out!"

"……Do not."

Laurel looked up to the highest point of Little Pelican City, towards the castle of the city lord.

The farmer, who was nearly forty years old, whispered to himself:

“This time, it might be different.”

*

Rozzokela sat in his office, puffing on a cigarette.

As the richest businessman in Little Pelican City, his influence in this city is enormous.

"…That's all the information I have about the large piece of farmland outside the city and the farmers there."

"Fu..."

Rozoqueira, who was smoking a cigar, exhaled thick smoke and asked, "Can you tell me where those fields and potions came from?"

"Sorry, sir, we couldn't... find it." The subordinate who reported lowered his head, looking very nervous.

The muscular middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's been seven days, and you still can't find it? There is no clue at all."

The subordinate lowered his head and replied in fear: "It is...it is our fault. We must--"

"Alright." He waved his hand, "Go down, it's not your problem."

The subordinate left the office as if he had been granted amnesty, while the shrewd businessman who was able to become the richest man in the city stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "It seems that some big shot has used Little Pelican City as a testing ground."

A week ago, the inexplicable warning from the city lord Leonard had already made Rozokera alert, and seven days later, the grand harvest that even he could not believe, and the untraceable news that would never come to his mind no matter how hard he tried, made him completely certain of the current situation.

"Can we only trade according to the 'rules'?"

The man frowned and pounded on his desk. “That’s a waste of a great opportunity.”

Leonard gave instructions to all the wealthy and powerful people in Pelican City, telling them not to use any means that were not acceptable. According to him, even the most basic means of lowering the price should not be excessive.

For a businessman, this is difficult to accept.

He was facing a group of extremely stupid and short-sighted farmers who became rich overnight. If he could use all the means he could use... Rozokera felt that he could make the biggest sum of money in his life at this time.

But Leonard's serious look, as if he was about to stick a knife into the conversation table, and the unpredictable pressure from the big shot, still made Rozzokela give up the idea of ​​taking risks.

"Let Mira get in touch with those farmers... Heh, they probably have never seen a real woman in their lives."

Luo Zuokela leaned back in his chair and said with emotion: "Although I can't make the amount I should have, I can't just let these gold coins pass by me..."

dong dong dong-

The knock on the door made Mr. Fuhao raise his eyebrows slightly: "Come in."

The guard at the door pushed open the door and said, "Sir, there are two... farmers. They said they want to discuss business with you."

"……farmer?"

Luo Zuokela was stunned for a moment, then he laughed with interest: "Interesting, let them in."

The guard nodded, then turned and shouted outside: "The master wants you to come in!"

Two men in coarse linen clothes walked in from outside the door. The tall young man with good appearance looked uneasy, while the inconspicuous short and strong man was quite calm.

"You guys..." Luo Zuokela crossed his legs, without showing any contemptuous expression, and just said lazily, "You want to do business with me? Huh?"

"We heard." Laurel stared at the man smoking behind the desk, "Mr. Heger is the richest man in Little Pelican City."

Rozokelah Heg burst into laughter. "So what? Do I look like a philanthropist?"

"If you are, then you are a smart person."

Henk shuddered at Rozokera's laughter, but Laurel said calmly, "It's impossible for someone who is not smart enough to keep a huge fortune in this damn world."

"..."

The businessman took the cigar from his lips, leaned forward slightly, grinned and said, "Interesting, keep going."

"Since you are a smart person, you should know what kind of changes will happen to Little Pelican City, no... the entire Watson Territory."

Laurel took a deep breath, and his trembling fingertips proved that he was not as calm as he appeared now. "You must have known about the magical farmland outside the city... In just seven days, the harvest can be quadrupled or even quintupled. In other words, in a short period of time... Little Pelican City can produce a large amount of crops."

He took a step forward, and the guard who followed them in immediately put his hand on the sword at his waist, but Rozokera shook his head, signaling the guard not to move.

"Please... carefully 'taste' this wheat. Just smell its flavor."

Laurel first wiped her hands on her clothes to wipe off the sweat from her palms, then took out a handful of wheat ears from her pocket and put them on the desk.

Rozokera curiously grabbed a small handful, put it to his nose and sniffed it. In just a moment, his pupils contracted.

He had never…never smelled wheat with such a fragrant aroma! Even wheat purchased from the richest farmland might not have such a fragrance.

Rozokera, who originally just found it interesting, began to breathe faster.

"It seems that you also understand the quality of this wheat." Laurel said, "This quality, coupled with its terrifying yield, can be achieved in a short period of time..."

He did not continue, and Rozokera said breathlessly:

"The huge output can satisfy ordinary people, and the extremely high quality can also supply the upper echelons... If this kind of wheat is flooded into the market at a low price in a short period of time..."

Rozokera spoke such horrifying words in a creepy tone, looking like an extremely hungry wolf.

"...destruction, and then domination."

He whispered this, his body trembling slightly, but completely because of excitement, extreme, uncontrollable excitement.

This sent a chill down Henk's spine as he watched. He was a little scared. He didn't know what would happen next, but judging from the way it looked, it couldn't be a good thing no matter what.

Rozzokela put out his cigar, stood up, and stared at Laurel:

"You want to discuss this business with me? You want to transport this wheat to the entire Watson Territory?"

“Yes, I believe you have the energy.”

Rozokera continued to stare at Laurel with a look that ordinary people could never bear. After a long while, he said:

"Aren't you afraid... that I will plunder everything you have?"

"If you, if people like you would do that, then we should have nothing from the beginning."

Laurel answered calmly: "That piece of land does not belong to us, that bottle of potion does not belong to us, and even the crops grown do not belong to us."

"But... these things, inexplicably, all belong to us."

Under Henk's blank gaze, Laurel clenched his fists. He lowered his head slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "So, I'm betting that for some reason... you won't, or can't, forcibly take away what we have now."

There was silence in the office.

Henk was nervous and confused, Laurel lowered her head and remained silent, and the last few wisps of cigar smoke rose above Rozzokela's desk.

"Hehehe...hahahaha!"

The businessman laughed out loud with great joy. "You are a farmer? A man like you is actually a farmer? This is unbelievable... unbelievable."

"amazing!"

He looked at Laurel with admiration and said loudly, "I'm going to do this deal with you. I'll take all the food you two have for the next seven days. You can name any price you want!"

"We don't sell directly, we want to share the profits."

Laurel stared at the face of the wealthy man in front of him, who he might never be able to marry in his lifetime, and said word by word: "I have told you so much, and I hope you don't treat me as... a fool."

Rozokera looked at Laurel for a moment, then grinned and said, "What's your name?"

"Laurel, Laurel Moramo."

"Very good, Mr. Moramo."

Rozzokella pulled a full box of cigars from his desk drawer and handed it to Laurel.

"I like smart people, and I like working with smart people even more. You are not a fool, and you are not a farmer. This identity does not suit you."

"At least I still am now." Laurel took the cigar and emphasized, "If that piece of farmland had always belonged to me, I might have been a farmer all my life."

"Haha, don't worry, no one will try to take your things."

Rozokera came around from behind the desk, not caring about Laurel's clothes that were still stained with dirt, and patted him on the shoulder: "This is a gift from fate to you, and no one can take it away."

"A man who is both lucky and smart... We will work together happily, Mr. Moramo."

"I would like to make an excessive request on this point." Laurel whispered as he stroked the cigar box.

"Oh, tell me."

"I hope you can advance some of your payment."

The man said this.

*

Inside the castle of the lord of Little Pelican City, Ansher and Ming Furo were in the room arranged by Bernard, looking at the light screen that projected Laurel and others.

"It looks like...something bad is about to happen."

Anser held his chin and looked at Ming Fuluo with a half-smile: "That Mr. Luo Zuokela doesn't look like a good businessman."

Ming Fuluo stared at the two men holding hands on the screen. After a long silence, she replied softly:

"It doesn't matter, as long as these grains can flow into the market normally."

“Because the crazy production speed and output will inevitably make its price not high, so that more people can eat better food?”

The young Hydra said this with a smile.

"……Yes."

Miss Doll was still looking at the picture on the screen. She was not forcing herself, but she really had this idea.

——As long as the food can flow into the market and appear on more people’s tables, her goal will be achieved.

"It's better to say... this way." She whispered, "If all the farmers' food is stored in Little Pelican City, it would be a waste. And if they only sell the food outside, it won't be able to affect the entire food market."

Ansher smiled without saying anything, but the picture on the screen switched and came to Breeze City, which was located in the Hydra Territory and originally belonged to the Linghu Territory.

That situation has not occurred yet, but the atmosphere of excitement and joy in the whole city is no different from that here.

"It seems that the first week has been very effective."

Anser leaned against the sofa and said leisurely, "Let's not talk about the two farmers in Watson Territory. The food situation in Little Pelican Territory will probably be solved in a few days. In just one week, every household will be able to eat soft and sweet bread, and by then, the second batch of crops will have been cultivated. It's really, um~ amazing."

He tilted his head to look at Ming Fuluo, and said with a smile: "As the creator of this masterpiece, what do you think, Helen?"

"…The creator is not me, but your…father."

Ming Fuluo lowered her head slightly: "It was you who proposed the idea of ​​soil enhancer."