svetikya Chapter 90 The Lamenter
Chapter 90 The Lamenter
As for the White Panther Chapter, they weren't as eager for Emperor Biscuits as the other two chapters.
After all, their genes are very robust, but having the Emperor Cookies as a buff is also a good thing.
Why not take advantage of a free lunch? Hehe!
Iron Glory looked at the representatives of the three chapters, especially Ramesos of the Lamenters.
This is Ramesos, who single-handedly and forcefully reshaped the strategist.
It was really bad luck; in the end, only one person was left from the two companies.
He composed himself, took a step forward, and took out three parchment scrolls from his bag, placing them in front of the three men: "Three cultivators, this is our cooperation. Please take a look and see if there are any problems. If not, you can sign and unload the goods."
Felix of the White Panther Legion took a look and signed his name directly. Anyway, this wasn't a long-term cooperation; he was just buying a batch of goods to send back to the Legion so the brothers could see it.
A long-term agreement will be signed after the battle group leader makes up his mind.
But the representatives of the two chapters, the Lamenters and the Blood Angels, fell silent.
Ramesos spoke first: "Just a one-off transaction?"
There's nothing they can do; their warband is too poor.
Although His Highness Guilliman provided them with supplies, they were still dirt poor.
Not to mention that they lost two companies of brothers this time.
Therefore, even for a single transaction, they are finding it difficult to afford this one.
Tie Hui laughed and said, "Of course, the first batch of goods is not much. Let the cultivators from each battle group try it out first. If it's good, then we'll sign a long-term deal."
But deep down I was a little uneasy, because everyone says that people who cry are poor.
But surely you can't even afford a ton of cookies?
His prices aren't expensive either; a cookie only costs 5 Throne Coins.
Where is the price of a standard .75 caliber bomb expensive?
Melafoucauld of the Angels of the Holy Blood nodded in agreement; it wasn't that they couldn't afford it.
I just want to trade for the long term and...
Freebie!
Mehran spoke up at the opportune moment: "It is a bit expensive, isn't it? This price is almost as high as a bomb. Can't you lower the price and sign a long-term contract?"
Tie Hui was stunned. He looked at Mehra Foucault and thought, "It's one thing for a person to complain about the price, since he really doesn't have any money."
But how dare you, Holy Blood Angel, say such a thing?
You guys are one of the founding battle groups.
You think it's too expensive, but I think it's too expensive too.
Labor is free, materials are free.
Mehran looked at Tie Hui's "you'll see if I believe you" expression and coughed awkwardly.
"To be honest, we're here with the intention of long-term business, and we're ordering in large quantities. Can't you offer us a better deal?"
Tie Hui sighed. He absolutely could not sign a long-term deal with them here.
Otherwise, once the foundation is laid, how will he make money off other people?
This time, we didn't have much stock to begin with.
The purpose was to build a reputation so that he could hoard goods and speculate on them when others asked him to supply them in the future.
How can we do things like this now?
"Master!" Tie Hui said helplessly, spreading his hands. "The goods we brought this time were not much to begin with. In order to restore the construction of Raphaela Star, the governor directly ordered half of this inventory. The remaining half will be divided among the three of you and others. I also want to sign long-term contracts, but right now, neither our production lines nor our production volume can meet the long-term stable supply. To fully meet everyone's long-term stable supply, it will take at least 20 years of construction time."
Mehran rubbed his hands together expectantly and said, "No problem, no problem, just supply us with whatever you have."
Tie Hui immediately blushed: "This really won't do. We were the first to sign the contract with the Black Temple, and they're one of our partners!"
Mélafoucauld's expectant expression changed, and he looked at Leica Fais standing beside him.
"cut!"
Lyca Faith's expression changed; that disdainful voice was an insult to him.
"Isn't your behavior a bit too presumptuous?"
Meslafoucauld, however, had no such reservations and bluntly stated, "I thought you bunch of pedantic people wouldn't get involved in the ways of commerce, but I never expected this. So... you've reformed?"
Lyca Faith gripped the chainsaw sword at her waist, narrowing her eyes as she contemplated how to make her move.
Tie Hui patted his arm to reassure him.
"Brother Melafoucauld, you're mistaken. The Black Temple is one of my collaborators, and they have veto power in some decision-making meetings. What if we decide to sell Imperial Biscuits to the Saint Geresian warbands at a meeting, and they vote against it because of what happened today?" Iron Glory said with a polite cross of his arms and a threatening smile.
Mehrafoucauld raised an eyebrow. This stuff was absolutely a lifesaver for the Astartes of their lineage, the Saint Geres.
Both the issues of Black Fury and Blood Thirst can be suppressed. It can be said that within the entire Astartes circle, this thing is the most tempting to them and the thing they need the most!
I originally intended to test the black sanctuary's representatives, but both of them turned out to be tough nuts to crack.
"When will your next batch of goods be in stable production?" Ramesos didn't want to wait any longer for Mehrabian's nonsense; he just wanted to quickly haul in a shipment and get back to the battle group so his brothers could have a taste.
Unfortunately, I don't have any money!
Mehrafoucauld looked at the guy with some displeasure. "Don't you understand what maximizing profits means?"
Moreover, do you mourners even have the money to pay?
When Tie Hui heard Ramesos's question, a smile appeared on his lips.
Another deal was made.
"If things go smoothly, the second batch of goods will be supplied in a year. At that time, our production volume will also increase to a certain extent, exceeding the current share."
The three people present had their eyes light up; they had personally tasted this stuff.
The experience is indescribably wonderful.
Increasing market share is naturally a good thing.
Seeing his brother Ramesos's anxious expression, Mehrabian could only shake his head helplessly: "Alright, I'll take this shipment first. Let the station commander make the decision."
He then picked up a quill pen and signed his name on the parchment scroll.
Tie Hui smiled slightly, then looked at Ramesos.
Tie Hui was waiting for him to write his name on it as well.
Ramesos and Felix, who had just finished signing, both looked at Tie Hui as they watched the scene unfold.
The two looked puzzled.
Ramesos did look somewhat worried, even embarrassed.
He has no money!
Not only is he broke!
The warband is broke!
Do you think they, Astartes, get paid?
Tie Hui noticed Ramesos's confusion and smiled, saying, "Before we came, we read the local battle report. The monk's companions have all been killed or wounded, and presumably, all their money was lost in this battle. Because of my respect for you, this time the payment can be made on credit, interest-free!"
Melafoucauld's eyes lit up. "You can do it like this?"
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