Chapter 635

Chapter 635

"... Were the Barbarians born with it, or did someone tame them like this?”

Christina vaguely sensed that the ruler of the Barbarian Islands must be somebody. Otherwise, how

could the ferocious Barbarians be so obedient?

That day, although Christina jacked up their prices unscrupulously, in the end, their barbecue and

flints were all sold out.

Christina and Samba's business was really booming and unstoppable.

In fact, Christina cared little about the gold she had earned... “Is this, such a large pile of gold

enough to buy a pass?” She was only concerned about this.

Samba ran out to ask about the pass. Seeing Christina panting and pointing at the five bags of gold

accumulated, he shook his head helplessly

Christina was furious. “What? So much gold is not enough to exchange for a pass!”

Samba still shook his head.

“Damn it. I thought I was corrupt enough, but those who sell passes are even more corrupt than

me." Christina gritted her teeth.

However, they were in a new environment, so they had to obey the rules.

You know, Big fish swallowed little.

Irritated, when eating the barbecue, Christina swore to herself that she must be smarter. “We will

definitely raise

the prices of our barbecue and flints!”

Confused about Christina's anger, Samba touched Christina’s head comfortingly.

In fact, Samba meant to say that the Matriarch wasn't at home now, so even if they had enough

gold, the pass was unavailable. Therefore, they needed to wait for the Matriarch. However, Christina

misunderstood Samba's words

“We've earned 360 standard gold bars in three days.”

Ever since Patrick and the others occupied the palace with armed weapons, Rafael had shamelessly

taken over the sovereignty, and Gary and other men had settled down in the palace

No used to wg a leisure life, Cary and lus men usually roamed the Barbarian Market. Recently, they

heard some interesting things

“I heard that they mainly sell barbecue. Those who buy barbecue can get flints at the same time.”

“Two skewers of barbecue added with two flints cost two pieces of gold.” Gary stretched out his

thumb and gestured. The gold was at least 25 grams.

“Damn it.” Alan was jealous.

Charles wandered around with them and was suddenly curious. “Where is that stall? I want to have a

look...”

“They don't set up a stall today,” Cary thought for a moment. “Maybe they've gone to the

wholesaler.”

The flint was actually a small piece of meteorite, whose cost was pretty low.

Even more jealous, Alan complained, “These Barbarians are really backward. How can they accept

such a ridiculous price? It's excessive.”

It really went too far. How could two kebabs and two broken flints be so profitable?

"Does someone sell meteorites?” Crystal was with them as well. It was clear that the small stones can

be seen everywhere at the front.

“A flint is more useful than a lighter.” Gary sneered. “Aren't we regretful? None of us are as smart as

a Barbarian.”

Charles had been a businessman. After thinking for a moment, he said, “I don’t think it's aimed at

selling the barbecue. Perhaps it's to open up a new market of flints by promoting them. After all, the

flint is a new product. Once other Barbarians get used to using flints, they will earn more money

later.”

“Impossible. How could a Barbarian so smart?”

Crabbie thought Charles's theories complicated, not to mention the Barbarians.

"If flint replaces the market share of lighters, will it be tons of money?”

They had all witnessed the scenes of Barbarians lining up to buy lighters, which was excessive profit.

Suddenly, they all fell silent.

Chandler said seriously, “It's smart to think of using the barbecue to attract Barbarians.”

Yes, Barbarians, the primitive species, always liked food, especially the face-to-face barbecue, which

attracted them to spend impulsively.

What's more, the businessman knew to hook Barbarians on a bundle of services, promote new

products, and seize market share...

*# seems that there is a unique Barbarian here.” Chandler seemed to be vigilant.

It all the Barbarians were brilliant like the one, it would not be an easy job for them, a group of

outsiders, to have

a foothold here.

Less concerned, Charles cursed indignantly... “If there really is such a smart Barbarian, I hope he will

break into

the palace and kill Rafael.”

“Rafael is manipulating us!” Gary was furious as well.

Their hatred towards Rafael was increasing, making them eager to beat Rafael, the damned devil,

up.

.. Didn't he say he had sent his men to look for Christina? Why hasn't there been any news?”

“Do you really believe him?”

“Then what can we do besides believing him?”

Rafael acted arrogantly, for he was the only person who could find Christina.

The group walked around the Barbarian Market with a female “Translator” sent by Rafael. Many

young men and women were sold and taken into the palace. They had voluntarily signed the Deed

of Sale and settled down on the island. As a result, they probably learned some native languages.

The interesting story about selling flints to earn money was told by the female “translator” as well.

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“Beauty, we are scolding Rafael. You can report directly to him. Never mind. The most important

thing is not to affect your work.”

Charles was good at flirting with a woman. With a beautiful smile, he seemed to be considerate.

Lily, the female “translator” was in her early twenties and had never met such handsome young men

as Charles

Hearing his words, she soon blushed.

“Lily, if the flint stall is set up again, please inform me. I really want to taste their barbecue.”

With a bright smile, Charles gazed straight at the girl.

"Okay." Lily shyly agreed immediately.

Speechless, Crystal held her forehead. If Christina saw it, she would definitely scold Charles for

flirting with an ignorant girl.

Suddenly, Crystal thought of another little creature... “I haven't seen that black cat for a long time.”

The black cat was named Earl.

Gary raised his eyebrows and looked grave. “Yes.” Earl was really something.

Did Earl find Christina?

At this moment, Earl was squatting on a big tree, looking at Christina and Samba with a pair of

golden eyes.

"Samba, tell him we're going to build a big thatched cottage.”

Christina wanted to occupy some space in the market. Otherwise, there would be nowhere to store

her gold.

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