Chapter 67: The Birth of the Evil Dragon

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  "A group of idiots! If you're all just this intelligent, I really doubt if it's necessary to continue talking with you."

  Morse's eyes sparkled with insight as he spoke up from behind the crowd: "What the grown-up means is..."

  Ye Feng smiled mysteriously and said, "Just now, Felice was right. Once the ban on Xiniya City is issued, all goods will not be able to enter or leave. What will be the outcome?"

  Phyllis chimed in first: "Of course, it's the things that are for sale but can't be sold. The things that need to be bought can't be brought in. Nobody has any money to make."

  He saw Ye Feng staring at him like an idiot and hastily changed his tone: "Of course, this is just a trivial opinion of a petty person."

  Ye Feng hummed coldly and turned his head to look at everyone, saying: "Do you all think so too?"

  The businessmen looked at each other, all with a puzzled expression.

  Morse stood up, stroked his chest with his hand, bowed deeply and said: "I wish to hear your esteemed opinion."

  "From now on, what I'm going to say is top-secret information, with serious consequences. If anyone leaks the message and your whole family gets wiped out, don't blame me for being ruthless."

  The businessmen heard his words and felt a shiver in their hearts. Like sharks smelling blood, they stared tightly at Ye Feng. To be qualified to sit here means that they are the best in the business world, not fools. With high risks come high profits - this is the most basic principle, and they all understand it.

  He let out a sigh and said patiently, "Things that can't be sold will become cheaper. Things that can't be bought will become more expensive. Can't everyone make a big fortune from this? As long as the operation is proper, even a pig's head can earn ten times the profit back, not to mention that you are all old merchants who have been in the business for a long time."

  Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this, and they couldn't help but burst out laughing. They gave a thumbs up to Ye Feng, loudly praising him. For a moment, the room was filled with cheers and applause. "This man is a rare talent, one in ten thousand. Not only is he invincible on the battlefield as the Red Blood Dragon Rider, but he will also be unstoppable in the business world, achieving success wherever he goes."

  Ye Feng had already waved his hand to interrupt them and said straightforwardly, "I'll give you a get-rich-quick plan, do you think a 20% profit is high?"

  Morse mentally calculated and shook his head, suddenly finding something inappropriate, fearing that Ye Feng would misunderstand, and hastily nodded: "Not much, indeed not much. In addition to these, we can at least earn four times the money."

  The businessmen ignored the most basic etiquette, putting their heads together and whispering to each other, occasionally bursting into snickers.

  A few words floated into Ye Feng's ears. —— "This time I can buy another big villa."

  "My wife has always been dissatisfied with her jewelry."

  "My son is clamoring for a purebred Aberdeen pony again."

  “……”

  Ye Feng coldly gazed at these triumphant merchants, knowing that the evil dragon had been released by his own hands and would inevitably return with a bloody harvest. These merchants, in their quest for maximum profit, would surely go crazy hoarding and speculating, driving up prices. This would inevitably bring endless troubles to the imperial economy.

  He silently asked himself: Can he still lock up this evil dragon again? As soon as he thought of the answer, he involuntarily closed his eyes in pain.

  Another burst of laughter echoed in his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

  Ye Feng opened his eyes to see the merchants getting excited and forgetting themselves, now making beautiful dreams. He couldn't help but knock on the table, reminding them: "Gentlemen, the prospects are bright. But all of this is based on one premise, that is, the Duke returns alive."

  The businessmen finally woke up, only to find that all their plans were just an illusion, and what they had just experienced was merely a beautiful dream of spring and autumn. Like a beautiful bubble, it burst into pieces with just one touch.

  They thought of the pirates who had blocked their path to wealth and couldn't help but grit their teeth in hatred.

  Morse thought for a moment and said in a low voice: "What exactly does your lordship want us to do?"

  Ye Feng glanced over and saw that the merchants all had serious expressions as they stared at him, secretly letting out a sigh of relief. He knew that these guys had finally been tied to the war chariot of the Duke's Manor by him.

  No one knows better than Ye Feng the energy of these stinky, money-worshipping dogshit. Although he has forgotten how his beloved Big Beard Marx described them in "Das Kapital" (mainly because I forgot, ^_^).

  But roughly speaking, he still remembers that the central idea is: they are willing to do anything to get rich, from small speculation to launching wars. Moreover, these guys have ears and eyes everywhere, as soon as there's any wind or movement in the market, there's nothing they don't know about.

  Ye Feng looked at them and said in a deep voice: "Use all your strength, use every channel in your hands. Even if you can't rescue the Duke, I also ask you to do your best to ensure the Duke's safety through your own way."

  He pointed at the portrait of the duke hanging on the wall, emphasizing: "Don't forget, he is your god of wealth. Only when he is alive can you make money."

  "I want you to take out 20% of the profit, and this money is not wanted by the Governor's Office either. Its purpose is just to set up a reward fund. As long as someone can provide valuable information or clues or help, Miss Nia said that she will definitely give a generous reward."

  “Finally……” Ye Feng stretched out his hand and picked up the wine cup from the table, slamming it to the ground with a loud "crash", shattering it into pieces. A large group of guards rushed in like wolves, holding shiny steel knives and swords, standing majestically behind the merchants.

  Ye Feng gazed at them coldly, secretly moving his wrist slightly in the dark underground. This legendary cup-throwing move was a signal he had been wanting to try out for some time. Who knew that in his excitement, he used too much force and almost dislocated it? However, the effect was indeed not bad - these slippery guys were all stunned by this move, their faces pale like ghosts.

  The only thing that's a bit regrettable is that these bastards are all extremely cunning, and as soon as they see knives and swords, they immediately become honest and obedient, well-behaved like adopted sons (their own sons definitely wouldn't be so obedient), and there aren't many heads that can be chopped off to establish his authority.

  He slowly said: "What if the Duke has an accident. At that time, Miss Nia will go crazy, and I believe no one will have a good ending."

  The merchants watched in terror as the guards held their sharp weapons, all of which were knocked unconscious by his carrot and big stick. They looked at each other, stood up together, bowed deeply, and said in unison: "Obeying your orders, sir."

  In this way, the Duke's Mansion urgently raised the 50,000 bags of grain demanded by the pirates through a series of tough measures, so as to make preparations for the ransom.

  Meanwhile, inside and outside Xiniya City, scouts were sent out in all directions, secret agents were deployed everywhere, and a tight network was set up that left no room for escape.

  In every nook and cranny of the streets, scouts were constantly coming and going.