Chapter 11: Zhao Hongyu's Proposal

  Zhao Hongyu was deeply moved by the future described by Atidu, and he felt a strong yearning for it.

  It can be foreseen that if it is really as Zhao Hongyu said, his tribe found him and was able to carry out trade smoothly, it would be of great benefit to the Mosi Gan tribe.

  Firstly, no need to continue suffering from the oppression of those 'foreigners'.

  Secondly, with sharp iron axes and insight, the combat effectiveness of the Mocha tribe can be greatly improved.

  However, all of this is based on a premise that the people of Zhao Hongyu's tribe can find him. If they cannot find him, then all of these will be an illusory fantasy.

  "Brother, can you be sure your tribesmen will find you safely?" Atid said with some concern.

  Zhao Hongyu smiled and replied, "Don't worry, once your father wakes up, I'll go to the east to take a look. Maybe my people have already landed there, who knows? Our trade will definitely be able to proceed normally."

  Zhou Hongyu said so, but in his heart he thought: The reason why I want to deceive you like this is not to expose my time-space trading device. After all, so many things suddenly appeared around me, it will definitely raise some unnecessary suspicions.

  But as long as I can establish my foothold on the eastern coast, everything will be easy to say.

  These words, Zhao Hongyu would certainly never say to Ati.

  This is his secret.

  Seeing Zhao Hongyu say so firmly, Atti didn't ask any more questions.

  He picked up the wooden bowl Zhao Hongyu had given him and handed it to Wang Shan: "Give me another bowl of porridge, add two more packets of pickled mustard!"

  Honestly, even now, I've only eaten one and a half of these, they're just too delicious.

  Looking at Atiduo eating beside him, a plan about trade had slowly formed in Zhao Hongyu's mind.

  Zhao Hongyu, a high-ranking executive at one of the world's top 500 companies in the 21st century. Although he is a management personnel, he has always been broad-minded.

  He is no stranger to business.

  Moreover, he was in the era of the information explosion, and all kinds of business information and models were also familiar to him.

  The population of over 13,000 in the Mosegan tribe is a huge market in his eyes. If he can make them develop a habit, then he will be able to completely control their lives.

  And this will bring great benefits to oneself.

  So now Zhao Hongyu has to sell his own iron pot and rice as well as pickled vegetables.

  At least, let them develop a habit of drinking porridge in the morning, so their pickled vegetables will not worry about having no sales.

  "Altido, do you know? Every morning, drinking a few bowls of white porridge with pickled vegetables can make you full of energy all day." Zhao Hongyu thought of a big gray wolf wagging its tail at this time, while Altido was a simple and naive little white rabbit. "Of course, depending on individual tastes, you can choose to add some sliced meat and cook it together, I think such delicious food your people will definitely like."

  Ati swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded hastily: "What you said is not wrong, everyone will like this kind of food. I think no one can refuse such a delicious taste, I'm already addicted to it." He was very much in agreement with Zhao Hongyu on this point.

  "Before I met you, our tribe only had meat, or else those corns and potatoes. These foods never change, I'm so sick of them." Atido said with disgust about the food he eats every day.

  As for Atido's reaction, Zhao Hongyu was very understanding. After all, if he had to eat these things all year round, he would also get tired of them.

  And besides, there aren't many seasonings available these days either.

  Meat is just roasted and there's no other way of cooking it, it's simply monotonous.

  And corn or potatoes, there is only one way to cook them, that is boiling.

  It's not just Native Americans on the American continent, but also seemingly developed Europe.

  No matter what food it is, it's all boiled in a pot. In the end, the food looks like pig feed.

  It would be great if there were MSG or oil, these are all necessities of daily life, and after having oil, I can teach them to stir-fry dishes.

  Unfortunately, Zhao Hongyu's time-space trading device currently does not have MSG and oil available for purchase. So he also has no way to deal with this now, and can only silently sigh in his heart.

  Zhao Hongyu knew that as long as he could get the people of the Mosi tribe to use oil for stir-frying and add flavor enhancers every day, his profits would be endless...

  Alas, don't even mention oil and MSG, now he can't even buy salt.

  Zhao Hongyu looked around and asked, "What kind of cookware do you usually use for your meals?"

  Cookware?

  Ati was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know what it meant.

  "Oh, it's what you use when making food." Seeing Ati's dazed expression, Zhao Hongyu immediately reacted.

  Ati put down the wooden bowl in his hand and walked to the other side of the tent, rummaged through a pile of animal hides for a moment, then picked up something like a small cooking pot and walked back.

  Yes, we use this thing to cook food and eat, those black-hearted 'white devils' actually wanted five bear skins from me for this broken thing.

  It's really black-hearted.

  Zhao Hongyu nodded seriously after hearing what A Ti Duo had said.

  He took over the pot and looked at it, then put it on the ground.

  I thought it was something good, but it's actually a poor-quality iron pot made of thin metal, similar in size to the kind used for boiling milk nowadays. And they exchanged five bear skins for this? These European devils are really too black-hearted!

  Even if it's going to be changed, one should change it by oneself.

  Zhao Hongyu muttered to himself in his heart.

  Although I don't know how much bear skin can be sold for in the time-space trading machine, five pieces of bear skin should be worth more than a poor-quality iron pot.

  Why haven't I met such a lucrative business opportunity myself?

  But now it's fine, since I've come myself, so in the future, the business of those white-skinned people will still be monopolized by me.

  Zhao Hongyu's awakening was high, he decided to help the Indian brothers, get rid of the European turtle's magic claws and no longer let them be so 'deep in water and fire'.

  "Take a look at my pot, how is it?" Zhao Hongyu asked Atiduo, pointing to the iron pot cooking porridge. Atiduo replied with envy: "This pot is great, especially since it's big enough. Compared to the white people's pots, it's much thicker and won't break easily."

  Yes, Zhao Hongyu's iron pot is the kind of black iron stir-fry pot that is often seen in rural areas. It's just smaller than the ones used in cafeterias, but it's enough to make six people's worth of food at once, and it's thick and sturdy, not easy to crack.

  This is the most difficult and precious thing.

  After all, it's a 21st-century product. Even if it's an inferior iron product, its quality should be much better than that of Europe in this era.

  Looking at the pots that the 'white people' traded with the Indians, the iron skin was thin to say nothing of it. Moreover, they were small and could not cook much food at one time, which made many Indians angry.

  For this, they had to buy several pots for each family. In this way, it can be said that the European turtles were cheap, and in the process of fur trade, they made a fortune.

  But who made Indians lack iron smelting technology, so they were eaten to death by European turtles.

  Through casual conversations with Zhao Hongyu and A Ti Duo, he obtained a lot of intelligence.

  At the same time, he also had a general idea of the "prices" in this area.

  According to Attido, in their tribe, there were less than 100 warriors who possessed iron weapons. The rest of the warriors still used wooden or stone weapons.

  This is completely good news for Zhao Hongyu.

  "Don't worry, from now on I'll have enough iron weapons to supply you. And considering we're brothers, I'll give you a discount of thirty otter skins on top of the original fifty."

  Zhao Hongyu pretended to be calm and made a guarantee to Atidou.

  His heart is bleeding.

  However, in order to gain the protection and support of the Mohican tribe as well as their friendship, sometimes a proper expression should be made.

  Anyway, the price of thirty otter skins is also considered super-profitable for Zhao Hongyu.

  To know, thirty otter skins sold to the trader are worth over 8,000 bucks. But a crude iron axe is only worth... a mere 30 or 40 bucks.

  If this isn't profiteering, then what is?

  Ati was extremely excited and in his eyes, Zhao Hongyu was simply a god incarnate.

  "Of course, I hope that when your father wakes up, you can also help me a lot with the matter about me in the eastern coastal area." Zhao Hongyu somewhat embarrassingly brought up a 'small' request.

  Compared to the Dutch who bought Manhattan Island for 24 guilders, I am a saint.

  Although he knew his methods were a bit underhanded, Zhao Hongyu was constantly comforting himself in his heart.

  "Don't worry, my father will definitely agree. After all, this is a great benefit for us, and we've only given you a little bit in return, it's really shameful." Atido lowered his head with some shame, feeling that Zhao Hongyu had suffered a huge loss, while the Mosi tribe had gained a huge advantage.

  It's really simple, don't they have any concept of land at all?

  Zhao Hongyu sighed in his heart.

  It's no wonder that after several hundred years, such a large Indian tribe would end up in such a state.

  But Atidu also overlooked one thing at this moment, that is, the guarantees made by Zhao Hongyu now are all verbal guarantees.

  The transaction has not been realized yet.

  The devil knows when his 'kinsfolk' will find him.