The black-armored man's expression changed for a moment. He originally planned to cut a large half of the number one thousand, but hesitated when he heard the other party's threatening words. The chapter was updated the fastest

I thought to myself, what kind of compensation is that you are obviously extorting? What losses have you suffered? On the contrary, you have also injured a lot of people here!

What a person he is, the president of this trade market, and he is a person who can be called upon the wind and rain in this area. He has never been threatened and blackmailed by others. If someone had dared to blackmail him like this before, he would have exploded and killed the other party into a scum.

However, the person in front of him could not understand the background, which made him very afraid. In the end, he suppressed the anger and did not erupt. He decided to stabilize the other party first, agree to the other party's request first, and then talk about everything after understanding the other party's identity and origin.

"Then, that's six hundred, what do you think?" He gritted his teeth and spit out such a number from his mouth.

"Okay, then it's six hundred." Jiang Ping didn't bargain much, and agreed to this number directly. He earned 600 slaves from scientific and technological engineering and technical talents in vain. He should be satisfied.

"When will you get all these six hundred slaves?" he asked again.

The Black Armored Man said: "These six hundred slaves are not a small number, and according to the requirements of the Lord, they must be all scientific and technological engineering talents, which is even more difficult and takes a certain amount of time."

Jiang Ping said: "Well, I can give you three months. In three months, I will come to you to ask for someone!"

After saying this, he didn't say anything more and left.

After Jiang Ping left, the Gabalang appeared beside the black-armored man and asked timidly: "President. Do we really want to collect these six hundred slaves for him as he asks?"

"Ba"

The man in black armor slapped the other party hard and shouted: "It's all caused by you as a bastard!"

Gabalang covered his face and lowered his head, not daring to argue at all.

"First do it as he asks. Anyway, there will be three months. In addition, let me know the background of this person!" The man in black armor shouted.

Nagabalan agreed repeatedly.

After leaving the trade market, Jiang Ping followed the road and returned to the hotel where the Morgans stayed.

Korlimu, Gurulu and his men have already returned. This time their goods were sold smoothly. They found the old customer here and quickly reached the transaction, and the price was quite satisfactory.

But as soon as they returned to the hotel, they heard Walijin say that the "fat sheep" in their hands. The Malan man was taken away by the assistant manager of the trade market and was immediately surprised. He was both angry and depressed. He was just now swept away the good mood of the goods transaction.

Korlim and the others had already planned to change their careers and do the "slave trade", and the Malan people were their way of making money. But now people have been snatched away by the trade market. In their opinion, the Malan people "fat sheep" entered the wolf den of the trade market, and there was no possibility of surviving. They had been swallowed up so much that their bones were gone.

Although they were angry and unwilling to accept this loss, they could only swallow their anger and admit that the power of the trade market was not something that no rootless businessmen like them could provoke. They could kill their caravans with just one high-level guard.

A group of people gathered in the hotel, sighing and complaining to each other. When Jiang Ping, a "fat sheep" they thought they would never see again suddenly appeared in front of them, you can imagine how wonderful their expressions would be.

"Jiang-you, why are you back-"

Seeing Jiang Ping appearing in the yard, Klimu, Walijin, Gululu and others felt incredible. They ran out of the room and surrounded the other party, for fear that the other party would be lost again.

"Jiang——, are you okay? People in the trade market have not made things difficult for you, right?"

Walijin held the other party's hand and asked with concern. If he was an unknown person, he would think Walijin was really a chivalrous and righteous person.

"Thank you for your concern. Of course I'm fine. Am I back now?" Jiang Ping spread his hands and signaled that he was safe and sound.

"Then, those people in the trade market really didn't make things difficult for you. How could this be... What happened..." Walijin said with an incredible look on his face.

Jiang Ping said: "No big deal happened, it was just a misunderstanding. It's nothing wrong now."

The more he spoke, the more confused he became, the more anxious he was to understand the truth of the matter, and he kept asking about the other party’s experience in the trade market.

Jiang Ping was honest and had nothing to hide, saying, "Those market managers took me to meet someone who seemed to be called Gabalang..."

"Gabalang..."

Gorlimu, Walijin, Gululu and others were shocked when they heard this. They looked at each other and showed fear. Gabalang was the manager of the slave market and was also a ruthless character with a small power. When this Malan fell into the other party, it was like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth. He just didn't know how he escaped from the tiger's den in the end.

Jiang Ping continued to say: "That Gabalang was so rude that he didn't agree with him, so he called a large number of thugs. However, the thugs he called were so ordinary. They were really unbeatable and they lay down after three punches and two kicks..."

"etc--"

Walijin stopped the other party and asked carefully: "Jiang——, you, why did they lie down after three punches and two kicks?"

Jiang Ping said: "I just lie down after being hit by three punches and two kicks."

"What, you've been hit by you and you've lie down..." Korrimu, Walijin and others opened their mouths wide and couldn't close for a long time. They have not seen the fierceness of the market guards. There are often illegal people who make trouble in the market, and there are many brave and fierce murderers. But under the control of these wolves and tigers, they are not obedient and become docile lambs in the end.

This Malan man actually said that he beat the market guards like wolves and tigers with just three punches and two kicks to the point of lying down. Is this true? This is not the other party bragging!

After hearing Jiang Ping's words, Walijin's first instinct was that he didn't believe it, thinking that the other party was talking nonsense and talking nonsense.

They originally thought that what the other party said was a big blow to snail and gilded on their faces, but the other party's next words completely shocked them and didn't know what to say.

Jiang Ping continued, "That Gabalang is probably not convinced and refuses to admit defeat. Then he escaped and called several guards wearing bronze armor..."

"Blue armor guard!"

Gorlimu, Walijin, Gululu and others exclaimed again, shocked. The Qingjia people and the senior guards of the trade market are all powerful people in the realm of the Bronze Tribe. They usually don’t move easily. Once they move, they mean that something big will happen and blood will flow into a river.

Usually, a Qingjia people like this is enough to kill a small caravan like them. Now, I heard from the other party that even the Qingjia people have been dispatched, and there are several. Is this true? What should I do next? How could this Malan man stand here forever?

Jiang Ping continued: "Although these green armored people are not as ordinary as those thugs before, they are just ants who overestimate themselves. They also lie down without any effort..."

What? Those green armored people also lay down with three punches and two kicks?

Hearing this, Kulimu, Walijin, Gululu and others were completely confused, and their minds were too twitched.

"Jiang——, what are you talking about? Who lies down with three punches and two kicks?" Walijin thought he had heard it wrong and asked.

Jiang Ping said: "Of course, it was the Qingjia people who Gabalang called. They didn't even hit them, and they all lay down after three punches and two kicks..."

Hearing this, Klimu, Walijin, Gululu and others couldn't help but take a breath, their faces were extremely strange. The other party was not talking nonsense, they were not bragging like this, they really thought we were three-year-old children and would believe you all these nonsense.

They thought the other party's words were already absurd enough, but Jiang Ping's next words made them feel that this absurdity had no bottom line.

Jiang Ping continued: "The people in the green armor began to beg for mercy, but I didn't plan to let go so easily. I was planning to punish me at a small punishment, but suddenly a man in black armor suddenly popped up, claiming that he was the president of this trade market and asked me to show mercy..."

Black Armored Man, the president of this trade market!

Gorlimu, Walijin, Gululu and others were shocked again. The Black Armored Man, the president of this trade market, is definitely the boss of this dock power. The dragon is not seen but the tail is not seen. They are not qualified to see it. Unexpectedly, the Malan man in front of him saw it, and he said he would plead with him?

Korrimu, Walijin and others felt extremely absurd and nonsense. The Black Armored Man, the president of this trade market, is such a big figure. When he stomps his feet, the sphere of influence is trembling and coaxing the character. He will actually plead with such an insignificant little person as you. Isn’t this a fool? It’s too shameless. You can’t brag about taxes.

These people looked at the other party who was still talking with strange expressions, and they had a clear understanding of the "Malan people" in their hearts. Could it be that the Malan people are all so shameless and bragging about taxes?

Jiang Ping continued: "I saw that the black-armored man had a good attitude and took the initiative to apologize. I was not doing anything, so I agreed to their compensation, which was considered to have settled the misunderstanding conflict..."

After he finished speaking, the yard was silent like death, terrible silence, and the needles were heard, and everyone stared at him blankly, as if they were looking at an idiot. (To be continued...)
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