Chapter 152: Sexy

"Tell me! What the hell do you want? Don't quarrel with me, I like people who are straightforward and cheerful." He slowly let go of his fists, only his fingers occasionally twitched slightly subconsciously, his hungry wolf-like eyes still staring at Lin Xiang's face.

Savage, arrogant, and thick lines are just Luo Jingpeng's superficial image. His dark and burly muscles cover up a cunning scheming that is not inferior to anyone.

The black iron furnace is an opportunity place with unlimited development potential. Although there is a lack of food and water here, it has extremely rare and precious steel resources in the wasteland world. Currently, the part used by the Silver Locomotive Party only accounts for about 5% of all mechanical equipment. Without enough manpower and energy, the huge mechanical workshop cannot play its due role. It can only accumulate thick dust, mold and rust in dense spider webs and messy old objects.

Food and drinking water are the most basic elements of the wasteland world's survival. Once food and clothing are satisfied, human desires will also expand. Mechanical products produced by relying on equipment left over from the old civilization are strategic resources that all forces compete for. In densely populated cities, motorcycles made of parts found in ruins can be sold at a very high price. With these mechanical products, various families and institutions can form their own mobile armed forces. With powerful evolutionary abilities plus the power of machinery, the radius of the sphere of influence will multiply, and the control area, population, income, and resource share will also reach an astonishing number.

By pure chance, Luo Jingpeng became the actual controller of the "Black Iron Furniture". He was very clear about his weaknesses and advantages. On the one hand, he spared no effort to dig out the mechanical production capacity of the "Black Iron Furniture", and on the other hand, he tried his best to expand product sales channels, exchange food and weapons from distant cities and other settlements, attract more people, and enhance his strength.

Luo Jingpeng did all this very carefully. With the current strength of the "Silver Locomotive Party", he is not a match for those huge family institutions at all. He can only expand carefully without the other party's notice. He implements an uncontroversial principle of mergers passing through the edge of the city. If the other party resists it, he will immediately induce massacres.

He is not a person who is tyrannical by nature, but is forced by the environment and reality, protecting himself with violence and blood.

The Lecher tribe is an accident. This refugee group with a population of more than 2,000 has an irresistible temptation to Luo Jingpeng. If they join, these people will bring more labor resources to the "black iron furnace", reclaim more arable land, and their food reserves will become more sufficient next year.

The reason why we did not kill Borg during the negotiations and directly annex the entire clan was due to this consideration. Using the long-term siege, we forced the refugees to consume food, thereby triggering internal fire, which can minimize the losses of our own combatants. The "Black Iron Furnace" has only more than 500 important combat personnel. Although we possess resources, each member of the motorcycle party is equipped with motorcycles, but the actual combat effectiveness has not been greatly improved. In addition to Luo Jingpeng himself having level five evolutionary abilities, most of the rest are ordinary people who have been initially trained. In addition to the strengthening people who rely on drug transformation, the Silver Motorcycle Party has only about twenty abilities.

To put it bluntly, the "black iron furnace" is an industrial base with its own appearance, empty shell, and strong support by bluffing and strong, and only has a preliminary development capability.

Of course, this is just the current situation. As long as there is sufficient energy, food, water, and manpower, this super-large steel ruin that has been silent for a hundred years can rejuvenate a huge production capacity beyond imagination.

Luo Jingpeng knew his weaknesses, and he was also using all means to make up for these innate shortcomings, and try his best to make himself and the Silver Locomotive Party stronger.

When he received the emergency message from his subordinates, he had already made the worst plan. The battle report made him frightened and even felt unprecedented despair - the other party actually owned four standard combat vehicles and a huge number of armored trucks, and these alone were enough to level the entire "black iron furnace".

Military products manufactured according to the standards of the old era can exert great power in the decadent radiation world of civilization. The inability to penetrate the surface armor of the "Sterick" armored vehicle does not mean that this steel monster can rage on the devastated wasteland.

There are actually many ways to deal with it - individual combat vehicle cannons, light rocket launchers such as AT or RPG, large-scale battlefield artillery coverage, air bombing... If you are a well-trained old-time officer, you can at least list more than a dozen effective anti-armor methods. However, in Luo Jingpeng's view, these methods are like soap bubbles floating in the sun, with only the smooth and beautiful color on the surface.

Due to restrictions on sales channels and manpower, although the "Black Iron Furnace" has more than 500 armed motorcycle knights, it is not equipped with any heavy firepower. Even the RPG rocket launcher, the most common one, is only sixteen.

This little power is simply not enough to fight against Yinyue City.

Luo Jingpeng's clothes were stuffed with a piece of paper, and the content on it was shocking: In less than fifteen minutes, forty-seven of the 100 motorcycle knights in the Third Fighting Brigade that besieged the Lecher tribe, forty-seven died in battle, and fifty-one were captured or surrendered voluntarily. As for the remaining two motorcycle party members, they were voluntarily released by the other party, and brought news of the negotiations.

Sitting on the soft edge of the bed, Luo Jingpeng's face was still cold and ferocious.

The loser has no right to ask for more things. He has almost no cards to play. However, the apparent skill must be done. This is not due to arrogance or shock and anger. Luo Jingpeng is very clear. He understands that the other party is asking for a real purpose, which is also the only bargaining chip that he can put on the table.

"I need this city." Lin Xiang's voice was always as gentle as water. His black crystal-like eyes released the handsomeness and temptation unique to men against the jade-colored skin. Even the woman curled in the quilt couldn't help but poke her head out and wandered greedily up and down his body with naked desires.

This answer surprised Luo Jingpeng. His ears were good, and it was obvious that the other party used an imperative tone instead of a cold and harsh threat. Especially at the beginning of this sentence, the other party also used the word "need". Compared to the straightforward "need", it would undoubtedly make people feel that their tone was much gentler.

"What do you want?" His voice was still low, but it was obviously not as cold as before.

"I am only interested in the goods produced here. To be precise, this need should be considered a cooperation between us."

With a smile that has been oozing on his face, Lin Xiang gradually increased his tone of speaking: "From today on, every motorcycle produced by the "Black Iron Furnace" must be sold to me. Yinyue City is your only customer."

Luo Jingpeng's burly and strong body trembled slightly, and he asked quietly: "Where is the price?"

"Each motorcycle has 20,000 yuan. I can give you skeleton yuan as settlement currency." Lin Xiang spoke slowly and his voice was very clear.

"This is impossible-" Luo Jingpeng refused flatly, and a little blood color had just faded in his eyes, becoming more and more intense.

Due to the artificial control of the Skeleton Knights and other manufacturing technology institutions, mechanical products such as motorcycles have become scarce goods in the wasteland world. It is extremely expensive on the market. Even if it is sold secretly through hidden channels, the price of a single vehicle marked by the "Black Iron Furnace" is as high as 100,000 skeletons.

Lin Xiang held his lips and a sarcastic smile appeared: "I have checked the relevant sales records. From April last year to now, you only sold eight motorcycles, ranging from 100,000 to 115,000. You did not set up trading points in surrounding cities, and there was no commercial transaction with Sosbia or Ferdinand. These goods were sold through special long-distance traffic channels in large settlements controlled by other remote forces... There is only one purpose of using this time-consuming and laborious method - you don't want to expose the true strength of the "black iron furnace".

Collecting commercial intelligence is Gliffiz's specialty. The fat man with big ears is born with a keen sense of smell that ordinary people cannot reach for words like banknotes and profits. In addition, some of the information learned from the Silver Locomotive Party Prisoners of War, after sorting and comparing, he can immediately become a very good card in Lin Xiang's hand.

A dense cold sweat penetrated Luo Jingpeng's forehead, and his fierce and cold eyes were obviously hesitant and hesitant. He was unwilling to give up his own interests, nor was he arrogant enough to fight with remaining force. His brain was running wildly, wanting to find a way to solve the crisis.

"As long as I want, I can level the city now-" Lin Xiang's words were like a heavy rock, pressing heavily on Luo Jingpeng's heart. It was like a bucket of gasoline, causing the nearly extinguished flame in his pupils to burn more vigorously.

Yinyue City does have this ability.

"But, I don't want to do this-"

Lin Xiang spoke very calmly: "Twenty thousand yuan is indeed too cheap. However, I will make up for it in quantity, and you will also get extremely rich returns. All the inventory of the "Black Iron Furnace" can be turned into cash and other urgently needed materials in the shortest time. Of course, as a trading partner, Yinyue City will also sell food and clean drinking water to the "Black Iron Furnace" at the lowest price, or... some other things that interest you."

"You mean...weapon?" A slight obvious surprise flashed through Luo Jingpeng's eyes filled with hatred.

"If the "Black Iron Furnace" is willing to become the trade cooperation partner of Yinyue City, I can provide you with weapons. In addition, you can also obtain other related materials, ore, energy, salt, clothes... With these, you can recruit more refugees. The scope of the "Black Iron Furnace" will become larger, and the number of mechanical products produced will be greater, and the profits will naturally be richer." Lin Xiangman casually pointed his knees with his fingertips, and looked at the opposite side with his eyes as plain as water.

"This so-called condition is no different from robbery-"

Sitting in the shadow of his back facing the wall, Luo Jingpeng's eyes emitted a deep and ruthless cold light in the dark: "Only the genius will believe your bastards. If you want to cooperate, I would rather choose Sosbia or Ferdinand. Their strength is much stronger than you and their trading network is wider. 20,000 yuan per motorcycle, do you fuckingly think you are sending beggars?"

"No family institution will let go of a steel mill with production capacity, and Sosbia and Ferdinand are no exception. They will not trade normally with you, but will not hesitate to annex the city. You know very well that since you did not choose to cooperate with them before, it will not be now, and it will be even more impossible in the future."

Lin Xiang's expression was still calm, but his tone gradually became cold: "I would like to remind you one more time - pay attention to the words you speak. Although I don't like to use violence, I will never mind crushing a guy with a stench and dirty word all over my mouth into pieces."

"Your purpose is to get the "black iron furnace". What is the difference between this and Sosbia and Ferdinand? Hehehehe! Even if you really want to sell it, I will still sell it at a good price." Luo Jingpeng angrily raised his right fist and smashed it hard at the palm of his open left hand. Under his fierce and violent face, his panic heart was beating violently at a terrible speed.

He was born a gambler.

There are very few chips that can be placed on the table, so he can only gain a little bit of a weak advantage by coaxing and scaring.

"I said that the Yinyue City and the "Black Iron Furnace" are pure trade cooperation. Even if I really want to join forces, it will give you enough benefits. At least, you are still the lord of this city. In terms of the conditions for exchange of materials, I will be much more generous than Sosbia and Ferdinand."

Lin Xiang's face regained a faint smile: "You have no second choice except to accept it."

"Don't you fucking fart, I won't..."

A terrifying and angry roar just came out of his throat. Luo Jingpeng suddenly discovered that Lin Xiang's seemingly thin body was standing up from the chair, flying towards him with amazing speed and powerful explosive power. In an instant, the slight warmth from the other party's palm could be felt on his neck. The slender and white hand was like a terrifying giant steel pliers to jamm his throat tightly, lifting his whole body completely off the ground. He struggled desperately, trying to pull the other party's tiger's mouth with both hands, but he could not loosen the slightest gap. He could only bulge his eyes in the difficult breathing sound, and saw it from his pupils that were too handsome and could only be described as "beautiful". A hideous smile slowly appeared on his face.

"I remind you to pay attention to your words-"

Lin Xiang stood in front of the messy bed, staring coldly at Luo Jingpeng, who was raised high above his head with one hand and turned pale due to lack of oxygen, and said word by word: "Don't think I don't know what you are trying to do. Your so-called trump card is not worth mentioning at all. Everyone has their own bottom line. If you must touch the restricted area that I cannot tolerate, you will pay the price of death. Everything here will become ruins that will never be used with the explosion--"

Luo Jingpeng breathed hard, and his closed throat made him feel the approaching of death in his suffocation. But this was not the most terrible. He truly understood every word Lin Xiang said, and he was frightened to find that the intention expressed in the other party's words was actually the last reliance he regarded as a bargaining chip.

Luo Jingpeng finally realized one thing--he was not a match for this handsome guy who was not as handsome as a man. As he said: he had no second choice except to accept it.

...

The flat and deformed blood vessels were squeezed by fingers and returned to their original circles. The obstructed blood flowed like a flood in the fragile tube walls, and quickly transported the long-lost oxygen to the urgently needed organs at the fastest speed.

With his head raised and half lying on the wall near the bed, Luo Jingpeng's pale cheeks occasionally showed a heart-pounding red color. This shows that the blood in his body has resumed circulation and there is no need to worry about the dangers caused by suffocation.

The woman, who was almost naked, half-kneeled in front of her, stretched out her soft palms to gently caress his violently undulating chest. Lin Xiang had already left the room. Even if he was still standing here, the woman would not mind letting that handsome guy take a good look at his body.
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