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  After registering and arranging the order of entry, Zhao Fubo and his group returned to the tea house. There, they could at least remove their breastplates, drink tea, and leisurely watch the matches in the arena.

  Of course, not everyone can see it here, after all, telescopes are not available to everyone.

  So most people were on the platforms on both sides of the main stage, enduring increasingly intense sunlight. But as consumers, they received good care this time.

  Just like every year's martial arts competition, the outside of the venue was packed with all sorts of vendors as soon as registration was complete.

  Horse dealers, snack vendors, and armor sellers were there, and this time there were some additional people. Some charming Persian and European girls used their clear voices to peddle various fresh products to the audience.

  Their shops occupied the largest area at this time, with large canvas walls and houses that were not only cool inside but also full of goods.

  These diligent girls will carry their goods on trays and shuttle through the crowd to the stands, providing services to the audience there.

  The banner hanging on this shed is enough to make Zhao Fubo's face a little red - the Zhao Industry Company, and the owner is him, Zhao Fubo.

  Since the master is him, their career in Huangsha City, which is actually controlled by the Zhao family, may be able to proceed smoothly and unimpeded.

  "Hot chocolate... hot chocolate... Alpenliebe..."

  "Binoculars... Binoculars... Huishan City Zhao's Industry Co., Ltd.'s latest product..."

  Zhao Fubo sat in the teahouse, watching his female slaves working diligently, and he was somewhat perplexed, not knowing how their master had come up with those methods to make these girls work so hard.

  And the audience on the platform was also clearly conquered by these things.

  "My goodness, if they knew where those gelatins came from, would they still eat them so happily?"

  Shu Yiner couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea whenever she thought about the origin of those gelatins. Now, all sorts of things like hides and hooves in the city were being collected by people sent by Martin.

  Fortunately, these things are not in the Science and Technology Park. If they were really there, Shu Yu would rather die than stay there.

  The busy staff below are some of the slaves Martin bought for Jack and Abdul-Matin at the Purple Cloud Manor. There are some new Crusader recruits, as well as some girls from Persia.

  It's fine to buy those new soldiers, Zhao Fubo understood that it was necessary for technical confidentiality. These people don't understand Arabic or Chinese, and even if they escaped from this desert city, there would be nowhere to escape to.

  And they worked hard under Mr. Martin's merit-based and piece-rate pay system, which could only be described as "desperate".

  For example, on the premise of ensuring quality, if the goods produced can be more than others, the first person will get the title of quick hand, and he will have the qualification to get rid of the identity of a slave.

  If you exceed others for 20 consecutive days, in addition to the change of identity, you will also start to have a piecework wage. After 30 days, you can become a small head and receive a small head's salary in addition to the increase in the base of the piecework wage...

  When faced with Zhao Fubo's inquiry, his teacher's response was very simple.

  "When simple and clear competitive rules are established, as long as the rules are strictly enforced, you can easily win everyone's enthusiasm, and everyone will also work hard for your cause. In fact, in our China, there was once a great Qin dynasty that had such a system, called the ten-level military merit system, which motivated the slaves in their army to fight to the death..."

  The first half of Zhao Fubo was not very interesting, but the second half was quite good when listened to as a story.

  Mr. Martin's skills, Zhao Fu Bo is really admired five bodies cast to the ground. Now those slaves in the garden shed, constantly processing milk sugar, binoculars and even small pocket mirrors.

  Sometimes Zhao Fubo was worried, he didn't know where his teacher Martin came up with this strange and weird skill. If he taught it all to himself, would he become an old man like him?

  Those girls who were bought in batches from the Purple Cloud Villa were mostly 15-16 years old and understood Arabic. There were also some Westerners who were brought here by the Crusader Knights.

  Mr. Martin treated them very well, although he did not cancel their slave status, but required others to treat them as free people, and even asked those who had already gained freedom in the garden not to be rude to them.

  They also have those competitive rules, as long as they work hard, it should be easy to get the real free man status.

  In order to clear the way, Abdul-Jabbar was sent to be the manager of the shed, anyway it's a place that requires talking, believing he can play his strong point.

  Apart from this, Zhao Fubo also felt another point.

  That's his teacher, a greedy and cunning guy, who can easily sell a cup of cocoa or a piece of milk candy for several times the price of the raw materials.

  As for the profit of the telescope, haha... it's embarrassing to say out loud, it's really too expensive.

  "Haha, those are just small change, as long as you win this fight, then we..."

  Then what? The teacher didn't continue speaking, but Shu Yiner, who was sipping tea, added a sentence.

  "Second brother, you don't need to learn how to make money from Teacher Martin too carefully. What's more important is becoming a versatile talent! Fortunately, Teacher Martin said that these things are not for you to worry about, but rather something I should worry about!"

  Facing the intelligent and far-sighted Shu Yu'er, Martin could only nod in agreement with both hands.

  He twirled his mustache with a smile, but it wasn't directed at Shu Yu'er. Instead, he was staring at Little John and laughing nonstop. The latter responded to him, but only with a dismissive glance that showed boredom.

  For such an ending, Shu Yu'er was obviously very satisfied. When he became Zhao Fu's internal manager in the future...

  "Teacher Martin, our people have all arrived here, doesn't that household matter need someone to take care of it?"

  If it weren't for the guy who threatened to take Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke's lives that day, Shu Yiner wouldn't want to stay here. She still has her thick account book to keep track of.

  Although people have sat down here, they can't help but worry about things at home.

  "Don't worry, they will do a good job. Yu'er, what's most important for us is to execute the rules and expand and occupy the market. The rest of the things don't need to be our concern! As for those workers, I think they are trustworthy!"

  Martin didn't worry about those workers trapped in the corporate system eight hundred years later. Although people at this time were rougher, they were much more honest than those at that time.

  At this time, the preliminary contest has already begun in the arena below.

  According to the rules, everyone must participate in archery and short blade combat. At the request of Arab Empire soldiers, these two skills are essential for everyone to master.

  At this moment, the first item in the archery competition has been going on continuously. In the long queue, those participants have been constantly adding up, while the people in front have already started shooting at the target 100 meters away.

  Similar to the last time Amin and Basel fought, each shot five arrows, and one game decided the winner.

  The bow and arrow as the most basic way of fighting was almost a must-have skill for every Arab soldier.

  Martin sipped his tea, occasionally picking up the binoculars to look at the competition venue. The results of the match made him shake his head, he originally thought that in this era, everyone was a good archer.

  It wasn't until halfway through the day that he realized it wasn't like that at all. In fact, many people who participated in the archery competition were not even qualified.

  "We people of the future must be professionally divided. Do what you do, don't try to do everything and end up with nothing done well!"

  Martin's words sparked Shu Yiner's interest, and like Shu Yiner, Little John also put down his binoculars. Only Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke were still looking at the results of the archery competition.

  "Are you saying our company still needs to support soldiers? Mr. Martin, you should know that supporting soldiers requires a huge amount of money!"

  As Zhao Fubo's insider, Shu Yuner is very stingy with the money in the "family". Even if Martin is the main breadwinner, wanting money without a good reason is impossible.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, Xiaoyu, at your age, how can you be such a homebody! As for the military matters, you'll discuss them with Fubo later. How to do it, those things I don't care about!"

  Shu Yu'er swung her arms and shook her neck, as if to tell Martin that even if she carried the name of a tiger on her back, she still had to take good care of this family.

  "Teacher Martin, I'm doing all this for the sake of our master-disciple relationship. Think about it, if Erlang is extravagant, what can be done? In the future, won't I have to leave some retirement money for you? I'm being strict, but it's all for your own good!"

  Martin twitched his mustache and moved his lips, wanting to retort. But after thinking again, he endured this breath. Based on years of experience as a "third-hand" person, he knew that the most impossible thing in the world was to argue with women, especially this kind of sharp-tongued woman.

  She said too much and cried, losing her composure.

  She said it lightly, but she was actually hurt and lost face.

  Generally speaking, there's no winning when arguing with a woman.

  "Whatever, whatever! Let Fubo deal with his own headache later! Anyway, it's their family business, why should I care so much?!"

  Martin was still unclear about what was happening in front of him, except for one thing that he had roughly figured out - Little John. The latter was probably somewhat resentful at the moment because of his position being usurped by Tiger.

  "Let's go, let's go get some arrows! We still have to line up, it looks like they're almost here too! I'm so tired of hearing all this nonsense here..."

  Mu Ke put down his binoculars and looked at Zhao Fu Bo, wanting to hear his opinion. But unexpectedly, Zhao Fu Bo said something that offended everyone.

  "My goodness, where did such a beautiful female warrior come from? Is she also going to participate in the tournament?"