"Why are you here again, didn't I tell you, that batch of dragon blood Baosteel was ordered by the generalissimo...... Don't tell me the price, if you want to talk to the generalissimo, I don't want to have my life to make money, I don't have my life to spend money, I can't spend any money, it's military supplies, and it's useless how much money is. ”

Mason impatiently pushed Tim away, this was the sixth time in the past few days that Tim had come to the door.

Although every time Tim's offer made him excited, even he didn't dare to resell the Dragon Blood Baosteel ordered by this batch of troops to others, even if the other party moved to Jinshan, it was useless.

Which is more important, money or life?

For many businessmen may answer, money matters.

But if it was in the case of knowing that he would die, no one would be stupid to lose his life for money.

At least Mason wouldn't dare to do such a stupid thing, and Tim was a little helpless.

In the past few days, he has been in contact with many metal merchants in the city of Moro.

However, most metal merchants are only downstream sellers of small quantities.

After some investigation, I finally found Maison, a big metal merchant with a very good background and a lot of connections.

And it just so happened that Maison recently bought a batch of dragon blood Baosteel, and it was also the list that Bai Chen gave to Tim, one of which marked the rare metals to buy.

However, after several discussions, Meissen has been gritting his teeth and unwilling to sell.

Tim originally thought that Maison was going to wait for the price to sell, and wanted to wait for himself to pay a higher price.

For Tim, he was well aware of the task that Bai Chen gave him.

Money doesn't matter, just get things done.

So Tim is also not stingy, adding money again and again, from the beginning to this meeting, he has more than tripled the price.

But Mason remained unmoved, much to Tim's discouragement.

Since he followed Bai Chen, he didn't seem to have done a single practical thing.

For example, at the beginning, he made a plan to let Bai Chen infiltrate the library of the Academy of Magic as a nobleman, and later pretended to be an upstart, and then came up with the idea of entrapping and supporting a puppet, but the result was nothing, and in the end, Bai Chen himself completed his original intention by direct and violent means.

This somewhat frustrated Tim, who wondered if he had been locked up in a dungeon for more than ten years, and had made himself stupid.

Even Kane, a big boss, can do a steady job of running errands for Bai Chen, nothing goes wrong, but he is himself, who prides himself on being shrewd, but he has missed one after another.

So this mission, Tim can be said to be fully engaged in it, thinking that he should at least help Bai Chen do one or two practical things.

This task can be said to be no longer difficult, that is, let him spend money to buy things.

And it doesn't matter the price, just the buying and selling of goods.

If you can't do this kind of trivial thing yourself, you won't have the face to stay with your young master anymore.

But the truth is not as smooth as Tim initially thought, the first point is that Bai Chen wants more types and quantities of metal, where do ordinary businessmen get so many metals on hand.

Only a big businessman like Maison, who specializes in the army, has enough quantity, so Tim naturally does everything possible to contact Maison.

It's a pity that Maison can be said to be not in the oil and salt, and there is no sense of accommodation.

Just as Tim was about to leave, he saw two men approaching, none other than Generalissimo Joseph Sr. and his butler.

Tim and Joseph Sr. looked at each other, and Tim nodded slightly, which was considered to be a hello.

"Mr. Tim, how did you have time to come here?"

Joseph Sr. took the initiative to greet Tim and addressed him respectfully.

It was already unprecedented for him to greet a person who was a butler as a generalissimo, and he even called Tim by an honorific title.

Maison smelled a different smell for the first time, and immediately said enthusiastically: "It turns out that Mr. Tim is a friend of Lord Marshal. ”

"Mason, what is your rudeness to Mr. Tim? Let me tell you, Mr. Tim is an honored guest of our Ansar Kingdom, and if you are rude at all, you don't have to mess around in Moro City. "Joseph Sr. gave Tim a good look, but he wouldn't give Mason a good look.

"Mr. Tim, if you are not in a hurry to leave, why don't you sit down and have a few words. ”

"No, there are still things to be done under the young master's orders, so I won't bother the marshal. Tim said and was leaving.

"Oh, then you can go and get busy, and you might as well come to my house with your lord when you have time. ”

"Thank you Lord Marshal for your appreciation, I will talk to the young master. ”

After Tim left, Joseph Sr. sat down on the main seat in the hall.

"What did Mr. Tim do just now?"

"Tell the Marshal, he wants to buy the batch of Dragon Blood Baosteel you ordered from me, but please rest assured, although he bid very high, but the villain is a businessman who is dutiful, and he unswervingly rejected his purchase request, and he knows that this batch of metal is what you want, and he will not come to entangle again in the future. ”

Smack-

Joseph Sr. slapped the table and shouted angrily, "What!?"

"Ah...... Marshal, did the villain do something wrong?"

"You goddamn idiot...... Fool! damn it......" Old Joseph's nose was about to be crooked, he had just discussed it clearly with a few other people last night, and tried his best to be friendly with Bai Chen, even if it was the people around him, he had to try his best to win him over.

That's why he put down his body and took the initiative to show favor to Tim.

Who knew that when he turned around, the profiteer would stumble upon himself.

If this had reached the ears of that boy, I wonder what he would have thought.

It would be a great sin to let Tim deliberately exaggerate it, saying that he deliberately made things difficult and deliberately robbed the goods he fancied.

Of course, old Joseph was scaring himself at the moment, and he directly made up for the unnecessary things in the back.

"Please tell me what I did wrong...... Mason cried.

He only felt very inexplicable, but he clearly remembered that when he was a small merchant, the big metal merchant who controlled the channel of Moro City at the beginning, because of the desire for profit, sold the metal originally ordered by the army to others, so that old Joseph was furious and directly raided the big merchant's house.

And Maison also took advantage of this to ascend to the position, eventually replacing the big businessman and finally becoming a metal supplier to the army.

And he also learned the lesson of the big businessman, as long as it is the goods ordered by the army, he will never dare to have a half-point difference.

But now looking at Joseph Sr.'s face, he doesn't know what he did wrong.

"You idiot, the old man is going to be killed by you!" Old Joseph gritted his teeth and pointed at Maison, eager to slap the damned profiteer to death: "Go, you will chase Mr. Tim back to me now! ”

"Ah...... This...... That ......"

"This fart, give it to me, you remember it for me, if you mess up this matter again, you wash your neck and wait for the old man to cut off your head. ”

"Yes, yes...... The villain will go. Mason scrambled out of the hall.

"Come back!" said Joseph Sr. suddenly.

Mason immediately obediently returned to Joseph Sr. and waited for Joseph Sr. to send him.

"When I see Mr. Tim, don't give me any moths, whatever the price should be, don't think about making money, this transaction, as long as you don't lose, even if you make money, what price you sell to the army, you can only be low, not high!

"Ming...... I see. ”

Maison's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all repentant, and he already knows what he is pretending to be.

When Tim offered three times the market price, he should have agreed.

Of course, if Mason had known that Tim could have this kind of influence, he would have sold the goods to Tim a long time ago.

As soon as Maison was about to leave, Joseph Sr. called Maison back again: "By the way, do you know, what does Mr. Tim want this batch of Dragon Blood Baosteel for?"

"I don't know, but Mr. Tim doesn't seem to want more than Dragon's Blood Baosteel, recently he has been in Moro City, buying rare metals and precious metals on a large scale, among which more than eighty percent of the metal goods of various channel merchants have been bought out by him, and the amount is extremely high, but it seems that it can't meet his needs, and he even asked a few times ago to inquire if there are any metal mines for sale in the Ansar Kingdom. ”

Old Joseph narrowed his eyes, "Do you know what metal he bought?"

"White Water Gold, Heavenly Silver, Luo Tie...... What he wants is very complicated, and the price is very high, it seems that as long as there is a supply, he just asks for it, and never negotiates. ”

"Hmm...... You wait and go to him, in addition to selling him this batch of Dragon Blood Baosteel, and then tell him that there are two metal ores for sale, and ask him if he wants it. ”

"Your Excellency Marshal...... The villain's few mines are the villain's net worth, and it's not the villain's ...... that the villain can do alone."

"Idiot, Ben Shuai doesn't want your mine, Ben Shuai has a mine in his hand, but he just sells it with your hand. ”

"Oh, I don't know what price the adults are willing to sell, if the price is moderate, the small ones are willing to ......."

Before Mason could finish speaking, Joseph Sr.'s murderous gaze was directed at Mason.

Maison was immediately too frightened to say another half a word, and old Joseph snorted coldly: "Ben Shuai is asking you to help me sell the mine to Mr. Tim! Do you understand? It's Mr. Tim, it's not you, it's not anyone else!"

"Yes...... "Mason scolded himself for being an idiot, naively thinking that Joseph Sr. really wanted to sell the mine.

You know, the value of a metal ore is much higher than the value of the outright sale.

Old Joseph clearly wanted to take the opportunity to have a relationship with Natimla, and he actually stupidly stepped forward to ask the price, not looking for death.

"Look...... At what price is it appropriate to sell it to Mr. Tim?"

"No matter what price he offers, you just agree directly, even if he gives him a gold coin, you have to accept it without hesitation, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes...... The villain understands. ”

"Also, in this transaction, you can't take the initiative to mention that Ben Shuai wants to sell, do you understand?"

"Yes. Mason asked worriedly: "In Mr. Tim's habit, most of the time, he will directly open his mouth and pay a high price...... I don't know what to do?"

This is actually not selling ore, but selling favors, the value of this favor, it is not a simple number can be measured, since it is based on this metal ore, of course, the lower the better, so Maison for this thankless task, a little difficult.

"It depends on your ability, the lower the price, the happier the handsome, if you can give it away without a trace, in the future, the metal used in the army will be contracted by you, if the other way around...... Just change careers as soon as possible. (To be continued.) )