Ren knew very well that the Kangao people were not short of money. They just lived in the hinterland of the plains and adhered to their traditions. They were not actually poor.
For example, he once went to the Bluestone Department and blackmailed him into getting 100 red heart grasses and three bottles of blast potion, worth at least 1,500 gold.
As for Qingshi Department, there are only over 300 people and less than 80 households. If one family lives in Sunshine Community and one tent costs about 2 gold coins a month, 1,500 gold can be paid for nearly 20 months of rent.
This is far from the upper limit of the assets of the Bluestone Department. They plant red heart grass, cultivate moon spirit vines, and some extraordinary materials obtained from hunting exotic beasts...
It can be said that he is extremely fat!
"Mr. Ackerman, how is the rent here?" Zaro asked aloud.
He is very satisfied with the environment here. There is no problem in housing the tribesmen. Except for those large tribes, most Kangao people's residences are not as good as here.
"A 20-square-meter tent costs 2.2 gold coins per month, and a 16-square-meter tent costs 1.8 gold coins per month." Ren said with a smile.
"That's easy..." Zaro's smile stretched, and then he immediately stopped, suppressed his smile, and was secretly happy.
Don't blame him. If it's just the rent and shelter for a year or two, with the savings of most Kangao people, it won't be a problem.
Seeing Zaro holding back his pleasure, Ren felt a little disdainful, but his face was still very enthusiastic.
Hypocrisy is an indispensable skill for successful people. Even if you are a bitch, you must erect a memorial arch. Not only must you erect it, but you must also erect it well and beautifully! We must learn from the leader of Huashanyue...
The shops in front of me are just conventional means. As long as the Kangao people live in them, there is no need to worry about them not spending money.
"Mr. Ackerman, come and try some fresh juice!"
Outside the juice shop, a fat businessman wearing a black vest handed Ren a glass of fresh orange juice and quickly flattered him a few times.
"Haha, we meet again, Mr. Ackerman."
A middle-aged vendor with a mustache gave Ren a pack of cigarettes. He sold tobacco and alcohol.
On the small commercial street, many shops in special blue tents are already preparing products.
After meeting Ren and his party, vendors kept greeting Ren with smiles and a few words of flattery.
As expected, within a week, Zaro will move 10,000 tribesmen here. By then, the food, clothing, housing and transportation for 10,000 people will be enough to support many merchants and vendors.
Just like a group of sharks smelling blood, Sunshine Community has now attracted the attention of most of the businessmen in Diramo City.
The stalls in the commercial streets and vegetable markets have long been booked. It can be said that in the past few days, many self-employed people and small businessmen came to Thorns Security Company to beg Boss Ren.
This flattery made Ren feel like he had fallen a bit.
Now, walking on the commercial street in downtown Diramo, someone would greet him every once in a while.
He even received many invitations to banquets from high society. He only went once and received dozens of small notes.
Rich daughters and even many ladies looked at him with burning eyes.
It feels so good...ah, how shameless. This evil capitalism can never corrupt me, the successor of socialism.
"Mr. Zaro, the tour is almost over. I'm going to hold a banquet tonight. How about we have a meal first and then sign the contract?"
Seeing that he had already shopped around, Ren asked.
"No problem, I like it here very much, and I believe the tribe will also be very satisfied." Zarro nodded and said loudly.
The housing problem was solved, and he felt relieved.
Ren was relieved in his heart. He knew that the other party had taken the bait, and all he needed to do next was a gentle push.
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Time passed quickly, and when night fell, the lights were brightly lit inside the Luoxia Hotel, and a party was being held in the luxurious private room on the third floor.
There were many people in the private room. In addition to Ren and Zaro, there were also Garcia, Susanna, Wen Xi, Shige, Jenny, and a dozen cowboys from Thorn Security Company.
Beautiful waiters in uniforms and black stockings presented dishes one after another. Meat dishes such as braised carp, corn ribs, and soy sauce beef were rich in aroma and made people's mouths tempt.
There are also local "unsophisticated" style specialties, including cactus scrambled eggs, fried rattlesnakes, steamed lizard tails, dry-fried scorpions...
"Come on, Mr. Zaro has worked hard these days, I want to toast you!"
Renn picked up a bottle of white foaming beer and had a drink with Zaro.
Gulu gulu, Zaro drank until his face turned red, he burped with wine, and smiled broadly.
As soon as the dinner started, the people from the Thorn Security Company kept toasting him in various names and flattering him non-stop.
"Come on, Mr. Zaro, I admire you for being such a kind and righteous man. Please allow me to propose a toast to you."
Sigg stood up and spoke boldly with a loud voice.
It was a bit hot, so Zaro took off his suit jacket, put on a white shirt, and had another drink with Sigur.
Garcia at another table next to him smiled and held two glasses, first pouring two-thirds of the beer into the wide-mouth glass.
Then he filled the small cup with "Hongyan" (a kind of spirit in this world, produced in the Silver Eagle Federation), and then sunk the small cup into the wide-mouthed cup, creating a cup of "depth water bomb".
"Mr. Zaro, the wine has been mixed, please have a taste." Garcia walked over and handed him the glass of depth bomb.
"Ahem!"
After drinking this strong drink, Zaro felt a burning sensation in his throat, his head became a little dizzy, and he coughed a few times.
Ren's eyes signaled, and the beautiful waitress on the side quickly patted Zaro on the back.
"That's almost it. Business is more important." Zaro didn't dare to drink anymore as he felt a little dizzy.
"Suzanne, take out the contract." Ren ordered.
Susanna immediately took out several documents from the black handbag, and Garcia handed over a "Feng Chun" cigar and lit it for Zaro.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Zaro, who was a little dizzy, managed to cheer up, read through the contract, and then handed the document to Jenny.
Jenny's eyes moved, she exchanged a hidden look with Ren, and read the contract carefully.
She whispered in Zaro's ear: "There is no problem with the contract, but I have to remind you that it says that the contract is for one year, and all the tents in the Sunshine Community need to be filled."
This means that the next batch of Kangao people will have to live in the Sunshine Community until it is full, and they must live there for one year, otherwise they will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.
"no problem."
Zaro, who was drunk and a little dizzy, nodded. The war would start in a year, and more than 20,000 tribesmen would be relocated. These conditions were not a problem in his opinion.
The conditions of Sunshine Community are perfectly fine. He still doesn't think it's troublesome to wait for the next group of clan members to come and sign the contract again.
In fact, Renn did not tamper with the contract. He just wanted to maximize profits and avoid being poached to steal business.
Of course, the lack of manipulation does not mean that there is no digging of pits. If we do not squeeze out the oil and water of these indigenous people, we will simply miss this opportunity.
After everything was settled, Zaro picked up the quill pen, signed, and pressed his fingerprints, and the contract officially came into effect.
Seeing this, Jenny got up and left on the excuse that she was too drunk, and Susanna also left.
The banquet was not over yet. Zaro, who had finished his business, was free of restraints and continued to eat and drink under the instigation of Ren, Garcia, Sigg and Wenxi.
"Come, Mr. Zaro, I have admired you for a long time, and I want to toast you."
"As expected of a good man from Pingyuan, there is indeed a lot of it. Let's have another drink."
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The company's newly recruited cowboys also toasted in turn and boasted wildly, almost blowing Zaro to the sky.
Ren sat aside, shaking his glass, watching all this, smiling like a big bad wolf.
Capitalism’s sugar-coated offensive has only begun now.
Eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, getting drunk with money, drinking, sex, and wealth... Well, in short, the days are still long.
