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- Chapter 152: Colorful
"Tell me! What the hell do you want? Don't argue with me, I like people who are direct and straightforward." He slowly let go of his fist, only his fingers occasionally twitched slightly subconsciously, his hungry wolf-like eyes were still dead Staring at Lin Xiang's face.
"Savage, arrogant, and rough-edged, this is just Luo Jingpeng's superficial image. The dark and burly muscles conceal a cunning mind that is not inferior to anyone else.
The Black Iron Furnace is a land of opportunity with unlimited development potential. Although there is a lack of food and water here, there are extremely rare and precious steel resources in the wasteland world. The part currently controlled and used by the Silver Motorcycle Party only accounts for about five percent of all mechanical equipment. Without enough manpower and energy, the huge machine shop cannot play its due role. It can only be covered with thick dust, moldy and rusty among dense spider webs and messy furnishings.
Food and drinking water are the most basic elements for survival in the wasteland world. Once food and clothing are satisfied, human desires will expand. Mechanical products produced by equipment left over from the old civilization are strategic resources that all forces compete for. In densely populated big cities, motorcycles pieced together using parts found in ruins can be sold at very high prices. With these mechanical products, major family organizations can organize their own mobile armed forces. With the addition of powerful evolutionary superpowers and mechanical power, the radius of the sphere of influence will increase exponentially, and the control area and population, revenue, and resource share will also reach an astonishing number.
By pure chance, Luo Jingpeng became the actual controller of the "Black Iron Furnace". He is very aware of his weaknesses and strengths. On the one hand, he spares no effort to tap the mechanical production capacity of the "Black Iron Furnace". On the other hand, he tries to expand product sales channels, exchanges for food and weapons from distant cities and other settlements, and attracts more people. Manpower to enhance your own strength.
Luo Jingpeng did all of this very carefully. With the current strength of the "Silver Motorcycle Party", it is no match for those huge family organizations. He can only expand carefully without the other party noticing it. The principle of annexation is implemented without negotiation for the ethnic groups passing through the city. The slightest resistance from the other side will immediately lead to massacre.
He is not a violent person by nature, he is just forced by the environment and reality to protect himself with violence and blood.
The Letcher tribe was an accident. This refugee group with a population of more than 2,000 had an irresistible temptation for Luo Jingpeng. If they join, these people will bring more labor resources to the "Black Iron Furnace", cultivate more arable land, and next year's food reserves will become more abundant.
The reason why they did not kill Borg during the negotiation and directly annex the entire ethnic group was also due to this consideration. Using a long-term siege method to force the refugees to consume food, thereby triggering internal fighting, can minimize the losses of our own combatants. There are only more than 500 key combatants in the "Black Iron Furnace". Although they have resources and each member of the Biker Party is equipped with a motorcycle, the actual combat effectiveness has not improved much. Except for Luo Jingpeng himself, who has fifth-level evolutionary powers, most of the others are ordinary people who have undergone preliminary training. Including the enhanced people who rely on drug transformation, the Silver Motorcycle Party only has about twenty people with powers.
To put it bluntly, the "Black Iron Furnace" is an industrial base with only a superficial appearance, an empty shell, relying on bluff to maintain itself, and only having preliminary development capabilities.
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 dormant for a hundred years can regain its unimaginable huge production capacity.
Luo Jingpeng is aware of his own weaknesses, and he is also using all means to make up for these inherent deficiencies and try his best to make himself and the Silver Motorcycle Party stronger.
When he received the urgent message from his subordinates, he had already prepared for the worst. That battle report made him frightened, and even made him feel more desperate than ever before - the opponent actually had four standard tanks and a huge number of armored trucks. These alone were enough to flatten the entire "Black Iron Furnace".
Military products manufactured according to the standards of the old era can exert great power in the radiated world of civilization and decadence. Just because bullets cannot penetrate the surface armor of the Stryker armored vehicle does not mean that this steel monster can wreak havoc in 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-area battlefield artillery fire coverage, aerial bombing If you are a well-trained old-era officer, At least a dozen effective anti-armor methods can be listed. However, in Luo Jingpeng's view, these methods are like soap bubbles floating in the sun.Has that smooth, beautiful color on the surface.
Due to limitations in sales channels and manpower, although the "Black Iron Furnace" has more than 500 armed motorcycle riders, it is not equipped with any heavy firepower. Even the RPG rocket launcher, which is most commonly used to deal with armored combat vehicles, only has a reserve of sixteen.
This power is simply not enough to fight Hidden Moon City.
Luo Jingpeng had a piece of paper stuffed in his pocket, and the content on it was shocking: In less than fifteen minutes, 47 of the 100 motorcycle riders of the Third Combat Brigade that besieged the Laicher ethnic group were killed. , fifty-one people were captured or surrendered voluntarily due to injuries. As for the remaining two motorcycle gang members, they were released by the other party on their own initiative and brought news of the request for negotiation.
Sitting on the edge of the soft bed, Luo Jingpeng's expression was still cold and ferocious.
The defeated has no right to ask for more. He has almost no cards to play, but he must do enough on the surface. This is not because of arrogance or insanity caused by anger - Luo Jingpeng is very sober. He understood the real purpose of the other party's request, and this was the only bargaining chip he could put on the table.
"I need this city." Lin Xiang's voice was always as warm as water, and his black crystal eyes against the jade-colored skin released the unique handsomeness and temptation of men. Even the woman huddled in the bed couldn't bear it. Zhu poked his head out and ran up and down his body greedily with eyes full of naked desire.
Such an answer surprised Luo Jingpeng. He had good ears and could hear that the other party used an imperative tone rather than a cold and stern threat. Especially at the beginning of this sentence, the other party also used the word "need". Compared with a straightforward "want", it will undoubtedly make people feel that the tone is much gentler.
"What do you want?" His voice was still low, but obviously not as cold as before.
"I am only interested in the goods produced here. To be precise, this need should be regarded as a kind of cooperation between us."
With a smile that was always on his face, Lin Xiang gradually increased his tone of voice: "From today on, every motorcycle produced by the "Black Iron Furnace" must be sold to me. Hidden Moon City is your only one. Patron.¡±
Luo Jingpeng¡¯s burly and strong body trembled slightly, and he asked calmly: ¡°What¡¯s the price?¡±
"Twenty thousand yuan per motorcycle. I can give you skull yuan as settlement currency." Lin Xiang spoke slowly and his voice was very clear.
"This is impossible -" Luo Jingpeng flatly refused, and the blood in his eyes that had just faded became increasingly brighter.
Due to the human control of the Skeleton Knights and other institutions with manufacturing technology, 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 secret channels, the price of a single vehicle listed by the "Black Iron Furnace" is as high as 100,000 skull yuan.
Lin Xiang's lips curled up, revealing a vaguely sarcastic smile: "I have checked the relevant sales records. From April last year to now, you have only sold eight motorcycles, with prices ranging from 100,000 to 11,000. It ranges from 15,000 to 5,000. You have not set up trading points in surrounding cities, and you have no commercial contacts with Sosbia or Ferdinand. These goods are sold through specialized long-distance trafficking channels in large settlements controlled by other remote forces ¡Using this time-consuming and labor-intensive method has only one purpose¡ªyou don¡¯t want to expose the true strength of the ¡°Black Iron Forge.¡±
Collecting business intelligence is Griffith's specialty. The fat man with a big head and big ears is born with a keen sense of smell for words such as money and profit that ordinary people cannot match. Coupled with some of the information learned from the prisoners of war of the Silver Motorcycle Party, after sorting and comparing, it can immediately become a very good card in Lin Xiang's hand.
Dense cold sweat broke out on Luo Jingpeng's forehead, and there was obvious hesitation and hesitation in his cold and stern eyes. He was not willing to give up his own interests, and he was not arrogant enough to use his remaining force to fight. His brain was working frantically, trying to find a way to solve the crisis.
"As long as I am willing, I can level this city right now -" Lin Xiang's words were like a heavy boulder, weighing heavily on Luo Jingpeng's heart. It was like a barrel of gasoline that made the nearly extinguished flames in his pupils burn brighter again.
Hidden Moon City does have this ability.
¡°But, I don¡¯t want to do this¡ª¡ª¡±
Lin Xiang spoke in a very calm tone: "Twenty thousand yuan is indeed too cheap. However, I will make up for it in terms of quantity. You can also get extremely generous profits. All the inventory of the "Black Iron Furnace" can be sold in the shortest time. It can be turned into cash and other urgently needed materials. Of course, as a trading partner, Hidden Moon City will also provide the "Black Iron Smelter" with the lowest price.?"Sell food, clean drinking water, oranything else that interests you."
"You meanweapons?" Luo Jingpeng's eyes filled with hatred and anger flashed an obvious trace of surprise.
"If the "Black Iron Furnace" is willing to become a trade partner of Hidden Moon City, I can provide you with weapons. In addition, you can also get other related materials. Ore, energy, salt, clothes With these , you can recruit more refugees, and the "Black Iron Furnace"'s control area will become larger, the number of mechanical products produced will be greater, and the profits will naturally be more generous." Lin Xiang casually tapped his fingertips Knees, looking at the opposite side with eyes as calm as water.
"This so-called condition is no different from robbery¡ª¡ª"
Sitting in the shadow with his back to the wall, Luo Jingpeng's eyes exuded a deep and cold light in the darkness: "Only a ghost would believe your bastard words. If we want to cooperate, I would rather choose Sosbia or Ferdinand. Their strength is much stronger than yours, and their trade network is much more extensive. Twenty thousand yuan for a motorcycle, do you think you¡¯re just sending a beggar away?¡±
"No family organization will let go of a steel plant with production capacity, and Sosbia and Ferdinand are no exception. They will not conduct normal trade with you, but will annex the city without hesitation. You know very well, Since I didn¡¯t choose to cooperate with them before, I won¡¯t do it now, and it¡¯s even less likely in the future.¡±
Lin Xiang's expression remained calm, but his tone gradually became cold: "One more thing to remind you - pay attention to the words you speak. Although I don't like to use violence, I will never mind talking to someone with a mouth full of stench and dirty words. The guy who talks dirty will be ground into a pulp."
"Your goal is to get the "Black Iron Furnace". How is this different from Thorsbia and Ferdinand? Hey hey hey! Even if you really want to sell it, I have to sell it for a good price." Luo Jingpeng angrily He raised his right fist unevenly and slammed it hard into the open palm of his left hand. Under the ferocious and violent face, his fearful heart was beating violently at a terrifying speed.
He is a gambler by nature.
There were so few chips on the table that he could only use coaxing and intimidation to gain a slight advantage.
"I said that the relationship between Hidden Moon City and the "Black Iron Furnace" is a pure trade partnership. Even if I really want to annex it, you will get enough benefits. At least, you are still the city lord of this city. , I will also be much more favorable than Sosperia and Ferdinand in terms of mutual exchange of materials."
Lin Xiang's faint smile returned to his face: "Besides accepting it, you have no second choice."
"I won't let your mother's fart"
Just as a terrifying and angry roar emerged from his throat, Luo Jingpeng suddenly discovered that Lin Xiang's seemingly thin body was standing up from the chair, flying towards him with astonishing speed and powerful explosive force. In an instant, you can already feel the gentle warmth from the other person's palm on your neck. That slender, white hand was like a terrifying giant steel pincer that stuck around his throat, lifting his entire body completely off the ground. He struggled desperately, trying to use both hands to open the opponent's tiger's mouth, but he couldn't loosen it at all. He could only bulge his eyes while breathing hard, and saw from the extremely small pupils - that one A ferocious smile slowly appeared on his face that was so handsome that could only be described as "beautiful".
¡°I reminded you, watch your words¡ª¡ª¡±
Lin Xiang stood in front of the messy bed, staring coldly at Luo Jingpeng, who was holding the quilt with one hand above his head and his face was pale due to lack of oxygen. He said word by word: "Don't think I don't know you are beating me." What idea? Your so-called trump card is not worth mentioning at all. Everyone has a bottom line that they can bear. If you must touch the restricted area that I cannot tolerate, you will pay the price of death. Everything here will also explode. Turn into ruins that can never be used¡ª"
Luo Jingpeng breathed hard, and his closed throat made him feel the approach of death as he suffocated. But that's not the scariest thing. He truly understood every word Lin Xiang said. He was horrified to find that the intention expressed in the other party's words turned out to be his last resort as a bargaining chip.
Luo Jingpeng finally realized one thing - he was no match for this guy who was too handsome to look like a man. As he said, he had no second choice but to accept it.
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The flattened and deformed blood vessels returned to their original round shape under the squeeze of fingers. The obstructed blood rushed rapidly in the fragile tube walls like a flood, transporting the long-lost oxygen to the urgently needed areas at the fastest speed. various body organs.
With his head raised, half lying on the wall near the bed, Luo Jingpeng's pale cheeks were filled with tears from time to time.A heart-stopping bright red. This shows that the blood circulation in the body has been restored, and there is no need to worry about the danger of suffocation.
The almost naked woman was half-kneeling in front of him, stretching out her soft palms to caress his violently rising chest. Lin Xiang has left the room. Even if he is still standing here, the woman will not mind letting that handsome guy take a good look at her body.
Looking at the open door, Luo Jingpeng spat hard on the ground, with fierce resentment radiating from the depths of his black eyes. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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