The villain's way to tame the protagonist

No one will sell food at a lower price anymore. They will only recognize this price and only recognize...Laurel.

"In just a few days, you become their representative. No one can affect your position until someone buys the wheat at a higher price."

Luo Zuokela shook his head and smiled, "But who would be stupid enough to buy wheat at a higher price when the yield and production rate are so terrifying? If the current price is a little higher, it's almost reaching the limit."

Price fluctuations are normal within reasonable rules. The merchants in Little Pelican City bought wheat from most farmers at a "reasonably low price", but Rozokera was able to offer a "reasonably high price".

With no one able to force the farmers, Laurel, who had the power to decide on sales, was in control of...all the fields outside the city of Little Pelican.

"It's not just wheat, Mr. Heg." Laurel took a sip of wine and tried to calm herself down.

His father spent all his savings to send him to an inconspicuous second-level extraordinary person as a servant. He followed that extraordinary person and gained vision and knowledge, but he was still a servant and a farmer.

Laurel also knew this, and he...hated himself for being like this.

Even though he had such a strong initiative, he couldn't even stay completely calm.

"That piece of farmland can be used to grow anything, and different crops have different harvest periods. This means... we are very likely to harvest other crops in less than seven days."

Luo Zuokela was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: "You don't need to emphasize to me how great that farmland is. I am willing to make a big bet for it. Since you are willing to sit here and talk to me calmly, it means... you have made a decision, right?"

Laurel nodded and said very simply:

"All the food can be supplied to you, Mr. Heg. This way, occupying the entire Watson Territory's food market will no longer be a problem."

"We will have everything." The man, with a pounding heart, a rough appearance, a short and strong body, and seemingly useless, said in a hoarse voice.

"I think so, Mr. Moramo."

The two speculators reached an agreement at this moment.

So, on the thirteenth day, Luo Zuokela's grain chamber of commerce was established in Qingling City.

On the fourteenth day, when the second seven days arrived, not a single grain of all the food grown outside Little Pelican City remained in the city as it had not yet fully digested the previously produced food.

On the seventeenth day, Luo Zuokela's Grain Chamber of Commerce occupied the entire Qingling City's wheat market, with a 100% market share, and at the same time began to advance into other cities in Watson Territory.

Also on the seventeenth day, the "Pelican Chamber of Commerce", which had only been established for four days, began to build a complete food industry chain in Qingling City. They purchased several bakeries and directly refused to provide that cheap special wheat to other bakeries, and provided unlimited supply to their own bakeries at an even lower price.

As a result, it took only four days for their bakery to surpass the oldest bakery in Qingling City in terms of customer traffic. It can be seen from the future that it is not just bakeries, but any grain industry related to wheat that the Pelican Chamber of Commerce can crush.

After the fourth day, which was the twenty-first day, the third round of harvest was completed.

It turns out that this land can grow any crops regardless of conditions. Today, the Pelican Chamber of Commerce has exported a large amount of potatoes, greens, radishes...all kinds of vegetables to the entire Watson territory.

In Qingling City, the central city of Watson Territory, the entire grain industry has almost been completely occupied by the Pelican Chamber of Commerce, and it is also constantly transporting grain to all parts of Watson Territory - when farmers begin to grow vegetables with short growth cycles, they can produce hundreds of tons a day!

So, it was the twenty-second day.

The monopoly begins.

Chapter 6: The Prologue of What the Devil Wants (K)

Food is the basic condition for human survival.

Extraordinary people are not strongly dependent on this thing, but most of them have a considerable need to satisfy their appetite.

In fact, there are indeed extraordinary people who transform farmland and breed special livestock in order to obtain better-tasting food, but these things will never appear on the tables of ordinary people.

In Qingling City, on Earl Watson's dining table, the carefully prepared cakes exuded an enticing fragrance.

After the young earl tasted the food calmly, he took the napkin handed to him by the butler, wiped his mouth, and sighed softly:

"It's really, terrible."

In Earl Watson's eyes, the wheat, no, the soil, was so terrible because... it could produce food that even he thought was very good.

Even though Watson Territory could not be said to be extremely wealthy, as a territory located in the south, its abundant resources were beyond doubt, and it goes without saying that Earl Watson had enjoyed great food since he was a child.

But even so, he still thinks that the finished food made from that wheat is "very good."

What was good for Earl Watson can only be described as incomparable for ordinary people.

He could already understand why the so-called "Pelican Chamber of Commerce" was able to occupy the entire grain market in Qingling City at a completely illogical speed - because the grain it produced was the most illogical thing.

It's not just the grain production speed that makes any grain merchant's scalp tingle or even almost despair. The quality is so high that once civilians have a taste of it, they will absolutely not be able to tolerate the quality of cheap wheat and its products, which will doom them to have no rivals.

However, since crops can be harvested once every seven days, or even crops with a short growth cycle can be planted, the maturity time can be shortened to a lower level, and the resulting low prices are the death knell of the coming destruction, shattering the eardrums of all merchants.

However, Earl Watson was just sighing, he didn't care who occupied the grain market.

Because he is only in this game and will not take action against the Little Pelican City and the field for the time being. When Anser's game is over, everything that belongs to him will not be able to escape.

Even in the current situation, it doesn’t matter. After all, who pays taxes doesn’t pay taxes, right?

"Sir," the butler said softly behind Earl Watson, "Mr. Laylan just sent a letter asking for a meeting."

"Laylon..."

Earl Watson slightly restrained his relaxed expression, because this Laren came from the Chamber of Commerce in the imperial capital, and the owner of this Chamber of Commerce... is His Highness Ivora, who is always thinking about making great achievements.

Of course, one can imagine what kind of status the person in charge of the development of his place had in the original Chamber of Commerce. It is estimated that he has never met Ivora once since he took office, but he has to deal with it with caution.

"This is a bit troublesome..."

Earl Watson muttered to himself: "If he represents His Highness's opinion, then Lord Anser, wouldn't that mean...wait——"

The young man interlaced his fingers, his eyes flashing with hesitation yet coldness.

Because he thought of the Earl of Linghu.

——That damn lucky guy can soar to the sky with Lord Anser. Why can't I... find a great big shot?

This young earl, who could follow Ming Fuluo's wishes and use the lives of all the extraordinary people as tools just to gain a glimmer of hope in the war, whispered softly:

"If your Highness's eyes were directed here..."

Count Watson didn't know whether Anser would take back the magical land after the game was over. But... according to Ivora's character, if she knew about this kind of thing, she would never let it go easily.

Even though our Crown Princess has always only focused on violence and never cared about people's livelihood, this thing... can make money!

What's more, the eldest princess, who is already hungry for the emperor's power, would certainly not refuse the "sense of domination" that comes from controlling food and then controlling the lives of the common people.

In this way, it would be possible to keep this land in Watson County, and it would even be possible to... ride on the chariot of the eldest princess that was carrying countless important figures.

Even if you just curl up in the smallest corner of the chariot, it will benefit you immensely!

All of his Extraordinary subordinates died in that war. Even if he ended the civil strife in Watson Territory, his foundation was still so shallow. But now...

The young man's breathing gradually became heavier, and a path to promotion that was more efficient but also more dangerous than guarding an ordinary territory alone gradually appeared in his eyes.

Scheming, calculating, weighing interests, choosing games...

In this chaotic and twisted world, incompetent and stupid people who are in positions that don't belong to them have all died early.

"Let him come, as soon as possible."

Lord Watson stood up, having made his decision.

There are only a handful of people in this world who are born to be at the top.

Even extraordinary people may have to face the choice of taking a gamble in their pursuit of upward mobility.

And the choices they make are often similar.

After all, the essence of transcendence is the leap of life.

The desire for this kind of leap forward will drive the extraordinary people to pursue the possibility of further advancement at all costs.

*

Anser and Ming Furo walked on the streets of Qingling City. As the central city of Watson Territory, it was much more prosperous and lively than Chishuang Territory, which was also a central city.

Ming Fuluo didn't know why Ansher brought her here. The game was obviously limited to Little Pelican City and Breeze City, but no matter what, she had no choice.

"Ming Fuluo." Anser said leisurely while holding Ming Fuluo's hand, "What do you think the world's changes are?"

This sudden question made Ming Fuluo stunned for a moment. She felt like she had heard this question somewhere before.

Her amazing memory soon made her understand why she had a sense of déjà vu about this question - because Anser had asked her this question three years ago, and the content was exactly the same.

Miss Doll glanced at Ansher. He didn't seem to be raising this question intentionally, but was just asking casually.

After a brief silence, Ming Fuluo looked at the bustling street and replied softly:

"The transformation of the world is... just like when extraordinary people are promoted, they can see more possibilities and have greater power."

"Interesting description." Anser raised his eyebrows slightly. "Although it's a bit abstract, um...but I can understand what you mean."

"Through transcendence, we can expand this society into countless possibilities and improve its 'quality'. In other words, individuals in this society can have a good life. That's about it."

"……Yes."

After Ansher explained her words in detail, Ming Furo herself became uncertain. The abstract and general concept made her feel at ease, but such a clear and concise explanation... made her not know how to respond.

"So……"

The young Hydra said with a half-smile: "Now, you have completed a basic goal, right?"

He raised his head slightly, and said with a tone of voice as if he was praising some great cause:

"To keep everyone well fed... this is a great feat, Ming Fuluo."

Anser pointed at a passerby and said, "Do you know what could make a man like him smile like that?"

The man he pointed at was carrying three bags of goods and walking along the roadside with difficulty. He was obviously a low-level laborer. On the face of such a person, apart from the hideousness caused by the exertion, there was only numbness caused by accumulated fatigue.

But for some reason, his face was filled with a very pure smile.

Ming Fuluo looked at the laborer for a long time and replied in a low voice: "Hope...in your heart?"

"Hope? No, no, no, dear Helen. To them, hope that cannot be grasped is a cruel curse, a silent contempt, and a harsh irony. They will not be happy with illusory hope. Instead, they will hate this kind of hope and those who are high above them and think they give them hope."

Anser said earnestly: "To allow them to reveal this is by no means a hope, but something that can be firmly grasped."

The young noble pointed to his abdomen and said, "For example, my stomach is no longer empty and hungry."

He looked at the worker's back gradually going away, and his eyes gradually took on a slightly different color.

It was not sympathy or pity, nor was it contempt or disdain, but something... that no one could understand.

But the color was so fleeting that even Anser himself might not have noticed it.

"For them, this is a thousand times more important than the so-called 'hope' you mentioned."

"But just being full..." Ming Fuluo frowned slightly, "It's far from enough."

Anser paused for a moment, looked at Ming Fuluo, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"You're right, this isn't enough, we have to give them something better... Any ideas on this?"

"This kind of hard labor can be replaced by the lowest-level puppets. No one should earn wages by damaging their bodies like this." Ming Furo answered without thinking.

The smile on Anser's face became even brighter: "If there is a chance, I will let you try."

——But he didn't ask Ming Fuluo at all: If puppets replaced these laborers, what should they do?

There is no doubt that Ming Fuluo is a genius, but it is impossible for a genius to have deep enough insights in any field that he has never studied.

The petite female scholar did not see the deep meaning in Anser's smile. After a brief silence, she lowered her head and replied softly, "No, I am already satisfied as long as I can maintain this... game, father."

"All the success I have now is not my credit, but yours."

"When did you learn to please people, Helen?" Ansel said with a hearty laugh.

"I'm just stating the facts." Ming Fuluo seemed very serious. "The reason they can eat cheap and high-quality food is not because we made the soil strengthening agent, but because you dealt with the biggest problem."

"The Extraordinary... has the qualifications and power to destroy all current achievements. Without your restraint, this change would not have been possible in the beginning... Moreover, this potion itself was the idea you proposed."

Speaking of this, Ming Fuluo felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Yes...Anser gave the idea, and Anser restrained the other extraordinary people.

Not just talent, but also... strength.

Why didn't I realize three years ago that what Anser could provide me was more than just talent assistance?

Afterwards, Ming Fuluo quickly understood, because it was during these three years that she came to a deeper understanding of the distortion and cruelty of the extraordinary people.

Even if it is not extraordinary and universal, even if it is just to provide civilians with portable things, they will not support it. They will either choose to occupy it by force or destroy it.

As for the reason? There are too many reasons - their interests have been infringed, they want to take more benefits for themselves, and even... they can't stand the fact that civilians can benefit from supernatural powers.