Rise of Rurik Chapter 342

Carl stood up in anger.

When his father reiterated that he "must be the only candidate for the next generation of leaders and leaders", people at the center of power are easy to lose themselves, even if people like Karl have not yet controlled the supreme power of the alliance, he has become increasingly unable to see himself in the past few years.的jinliang.

He felt that he was already a powerful "monster".

As a result, the mysterious Rose nobles who suddenly popped out were disrespectful to him. It was really unreasonable!

He was always brooding about the humiliation and threats he had just encountered, so he gritted his teeth and said viciously: "I don't need the support of a bunch of idiots who can only quarrel. Hey, it's you! A stupid young man, you are offended. I, you have to pay the price!"

Carl glared at Arik with his cannibalistic eyes, and Arik's inner fire ignited instantly. The muscle-like right arm with a thick thigh was drawn directly from the mink coat. The strong muscles were really scary. Carl one.

Arik is aggressive: "Shut up, pretentious people. Maybe we should try and kill each other to prove who the warrior is."

"Then fight! I won't kill you, I'll break your legs, smash your teeth, and blind your eyes, so that you know how disrespectful to the nobles will end."

There was a quarrel again, and almost met each other? ! Olekin yelled, "Shut up all to me! I am the leader!"

Rurik closed his eyes and listened to the quarrel between the two big men. To put it bluntly, on another occasion, they had already begun to fight for their lives.

Finally, when the situation reached the point when Rurik had to speak up, he put on an angry face, and his delicate face was wrinkled. He pretended to be respectful and bowed slightly and spoke very threateningly in a soft voice. The words: "Great lord, I have endured for a long time, and you can't take my patience as weakness. You let us submit? But your son humiliated my brother, and that humiliated me. There is nothing in this world for no reason. Love and hatred, since the merchant tells you a lot, you should also know that we Ruths are not really weak, and we still have the ability to die.

We recognize that you are the leader because our bilateral transactions have always been mutually beneficial. This is all because of the gift of the leader. However, your eldest son actually despises us so much. Maybe one day he really inherited your power. Maybe what is waiting for us is the threat of war. "

"A kid who was weaned yesterday, do you want war?" Carl yelled.

Rurik glanced at the man with contempt, then looked at the complex leader: "So, is this his attitude or yours. We are not your slaves, we have to stand and do business."

The current Olekin really couldn't stand the chatter of his son, as if this guy was trying to drive away the tribe's big customers for his own sake, and then expelled him with the Ross people who had finally announced their return. Obviously Karl has offended the Rurik brothers. He estimated that the brotherhood would continue to do business in a pragmatic manner and would not let go of the hatred caused by the negligence and humiliation encountered. apologize? Carl won't apologize, let alone as the leader.

Olekin has his own principles of birth.

The leader must use a powerful deterrent to force other tribes to submit. What about Carl? An ordinary person's defiant personality will suffer a big loss in daily life. Carl is not an ordinary person, so the whole tribe may suffer. If he cannot become a strong man in the future, will Mellaren's power decline? At least the Russ must be the second or third strongest tribe in the alliance, and they are definitely not the weaker ones described by the kid Rurik.

Otherwise, how did they get a lot of silver coins?

In the final analysis, today's meeting is to finalize the grain trade.

Regarding the transactions of other goods, Olekin didn't want to talk about the trivial issues.

"Now let's talk about the most important thing, I hope our harmony is still there." As he said, Olekin stretched out his right hand and showed five fingers: "Half million pounds of oats! Gould will do this. I told you. I can sell you so much wheat, so what about the money?"

As far as food transactions are concerned, he is so refreshing? Rurik couldn't bear how quickly things changed, he almost quoted his pick-up price, but wait a minute.

Rurik pretended to be calm: "I'm sorry, it was a very heavy payment. The large amount of silver is on Gould's island, and it is closely guarded by our Ross soldiers."

"How much? Is it really fifty thousand pounds? Or more?" Olekin's outstretched head project illustrates his thirst for money.

Rurik deliberately didn't say the specific amount. He didn't want to show his cards, "Let's talk about your price, my lord."

Olekin shrugged, and he whispered in his heart that Rose's stinky kid was pretty good at calculating. In trade since ancient times, whoever puts forward the price first often suffers the most.

He squeezed his chin and made a somewhat embarrassing gesture: "Ruriek, maybe you have seen it with your own eyes. This year's climate is very bad, and the growth of wheat is very bad. Based on past experience, our Mellaren will not have a good harvest this year. For this reason, the price of food will skyrocket."

"Huh? What does the bad weather have to do with your food?"

Suddenly, Olekin was asked.

He stared at the child's innocence in front of him, and suddenly covered his face with his big hands, embarrassed: "Are you entertaining me? Don't you know that the weather is cold and the wheat will owe you? Don't you know that this spring is very late."

"I know. But what does this have to do with your wheat growing."

"This is a very common sense thing, you don't even understand?" Olekin's tone became stronger, "Listen, because of the cold weather, the lack of crops, and the rising prices, you can't buy more food with money."

"Oh, I get it!" Rurik deliberately glanced at the corner of his mouth slightly, "You are actually telling me that you are not willing to do this business?"

"No, I didn't say that." Olekin responded in a hasty tone.

At this point, Rurik had already figured out what the other party was thinking. To put it bluntly, Gould and this person had negotiated the price of ten pounds of wheat for a silver coin before, and now Olekin wanted to change it to a higher one.

How can that work?

The conditions of the farmland of the Mälaren people, Rurik or through reports from Gould and others, and even his own field inspections, all came to bad conclusions. Obviously, Mellaren's agricultural failure this year is a foregone conclusion. Their farmers will only be sad in the next year, and it is reasonable to even get together to rob foreigners to tide over the difficulties.

Rurik boasts that his kindness is only to his own people. In theory, the Rus and Mellaren are the leaders, but these days of guest residence, they do not have a good impression of Rurik. Sympathizing with the peasants is a sympathy, ignoring them to only do their own business is a duty, now, Rurik no longer cares about their life or death.

What does Olekin think of Rurik's opinion? He could not judge whether the child really lacked common sense or deliberately pretended to be confused. Regardless of whether you are pretending to be confused or not, the idea that you want to cheat them does not seem to be so easy to operate.

Now that he has guessed the opponent's mentality, he has an idea of ​​how to play cards.

"One silver coin buys seventeen pounds of dried oats. This is the market last year. I came with the money and I want to buy it at this price."

"No!" Olekin flatly refused.

"Huh? Do you want to do business?"

Olekin chuckled, "Of course business is going to be done. Maybe you will regret my offer. Eight pounds of oats for a silver coin. Note that we don't have time to dry the new wheat."

"Double expensive!"

"Yes. This year's situation is not good, Rurik. This is a fact. I hope you can take into account our difficulties."

"But, who can weigh us? Although my people can live a good life by fishing, they like the taste of oatmeal. We Ross people put together a huge sum of money to find you to do business, I just don't want to be exploited by those businessmen halfway. Unexpectedly, you actually want to cheat us?"

Olekin stared, "Hey! Boy, why should I cheat you? You think the price is not right, we can talk about it."

What Rurik wanted was this effect, "Fourteen pounds."

"No, I said nine pounds."

"It's still too expensive." Ruriek shook his head vigorously.

Olekin was really impatient. He suppressed his urge to curse. He really didn't want to say that he was losing the price of wheat for every eight pounds of silver.

"Nine pounds, Rurik, I hope you don't lose your child's innocence and be a good person."

"Twelve pounds!" Rurik gritted his teeth, "can't be lower."

"You!" Olekin took a sigh of relief and said sternly: "The harvest season is right now, this year is bad, and the price will skyrocket by then. It is not something I can control. At that time, a silver coin can't buy seventeen pounds. It's not ten pounds, maybe five pounds. Even in the worst case, farmers won't sell their food at all. You can barely buy food if you leave me.”

This remark came to Rurik's heart.

Rurik boasted that he had a high insight in the manufacture of related machinery, but because his brain was stuffed with a large amount of knowledge, his elementary economics knowledge also has a huge advantage in today's era.

Olekin's pessimistic prediction is likely to come true.

The people of Mellaren who have been cultivating for a long time, when the grain is not harvested, are they crazy to take the grain to the market for sale? I am afraid that not only do they have no surplus grain, but after deducting the crop grain, there is not much left! In the coming year, a family will either borrow money to survive, or try to fish for fish or even catch groundhogs and bugs to feed their hunger, or even be a robber to plunder.

Farmers do not sell grain, and the market is naturally sluggish.

Do the people of Ross want to carry a sword in their right hand and a money bag in their left, forcing farmers to trade?

It is improper and impossible for the Ross people to do this. The only possibility to do this is Olekin.

They are in trouble, and Rurik just pretends to be confused, just don't eat this one. His bottom line is the price that Gould had negotiated with Olegin before, ten pounds of wheat for a silver coin, if the bargaining effect is achieved by himself, it is worth the effort now.

Rurik countered: "Don't we come with a lot of food and can only buy insignificant food? Instead of this, we Rusians would rather fish and hunt day after day. We save up silver coins and wait until you have a good harvest. Wouldn't it be great to come back to buy grain at some time? Leather and other trades are easy to talk about, only grain. If you have this attitude, say goodbye!"

Rurik stood up abruptly, and also stood up with Arik. He deliberately assumed a posture that the negotiation had broken down, but just turned around and was stopped by Olekin.

"Wait!"

For a moment, Rurik was happy, and he turned around again, seeing Olegin's gloomy face, it was really hard to see the extreme.

Oleg's face was solemn: "Ten pounds! Just like the price of a normal year, ten pounds!"

Rurik sat down again, although this had reached his psychological bottom line, since Olekin is very urgent for business, can he not hold back?

"Still not working! Too expensive"

"You!" Olekin stretched out his fist, as if a father was going to fix his son.

"What? You want to hit me."

"Damn..." Olekin's clenched fists were about to crush his hand bones. Recalling the speculation he had just made, he could judge that this child was really a stubborn stubble. The so-called grains were all disguise.

"Eleven pounds. This is my final price! Great lord, we don't have to discuss this matter anymore. I will not add even one more copper coin. If you disagree, the grain trade will not be done this year. "

The child in front of him looked like he didn't get in. Olekin couldn't even dream that he would be very passive in front of a child.

Rurik, who was "blessed by Odin", he also had to sigh. Putting aside those strange titles, this kid really had something in his mind. At least, he can be called a "young wise man."

Seeing the look of the lord's scorched head, Rurik continued: "I really brought a lot of silver coins, which are enough to sink a solid cargo ship (deliberately exaggerated). We in Ross are also very worried about pirates looting. Gould Island built a fortress and deployed heavy troops. Great lord, this money was used to buy food. The entire operation was planned by my father Otto. He told me that only the lord has the courage. Take out a lot of food at once."

It sounds like this is flattery to himself, and it also confirms Otto's recognition of his status. Olekin still feels uncomfortable. There was a clear hint in Rurik's words that the island controlled by Merlarn was not under the direct jurisdiction of Merlaren, and the Ross fighters were ready to fight against any pirates.

If you want to use some extreme methods to get those silver coins, you really need a head-on war.

Using food to exchange silver coins, Olegin really felt painful, but now, he had no choice.

When Olegin was in a dilemma, in order to facilitate his compromise, Rurik decided to "concession" slightly. Of course, this is not a real concession, but a verbal promise.

"Leader, I'm willing to use 45454 silver coins. Ahhh! I make a profit and buy you half a million pounds of wheat at 45,500 (455 pounds) silver coins. I will continue to make profit for this."

"Omit a fraction, what is there to say?" Ounder said helplessly.

"It's something you will be interested in. In the ironware trade, I can give you a preferential price."

"Really?!" The dark clouds on Olegin's face were light and light.

In the final analysis, the core purpose of Olegin's grain-for-silver coin exchange was to exchange silver coins for ironware, and finally expand his armaments to deal with the ever-increasing threat of war from the Danes.

Rurik continued: "You plan to buy hard swords and hard spears. I know your price. I can give you a 10% discount. If I am in a good mood, I can give you a better price."

"Oh? Are you in a good mood now?" Olekin's urgent eyes explained everything. This guy is eager for weapons rather than silver coins.

Is it worth it to make the people of Mellaren more virtuous? Will they be attacked one day? Attacking the Ros with the weapons of the Ros, Rurik couldn't guarantee that this backstab would not exist. In today's negotiations, a guy named Karl has stood in the position of the "prince" of Mellaren, showing his fangs of military threat.

But business still has to be done, otherwise, why are the Corvins in the northernmost Elon Orava Fort to smelt ferrochrome so desperately to make weapons? Of course, the best human version of the weapon is used by the Ross people, and the monkey version is for them.

Being able to get a little comfort in the arms trade, Olekin consciously had no choice but to accept the price offered by Rurik.

So far, all trade agreements have a verbal result.

Just verbally...

Of course this will not work!

Lurik immediately proposed to engrave the transaction between the two parties on a wooden board in written form, with the contract in duplicate, so that both parties must not violate the contract.

Olekin was afraid that the Rus would change his mind. Why didn't Rurik think so?

Soon, Rurik and the three others entered the inner court of the leader's house. In a more private room, witnessed by several priestesses of the Mellaren tribe, the contract on the wooden board began to be carved quickly.

To Olegin's surprise, Rurik already knew the Runic alphabet very well at a young age and was able to read vocabulary proficiently. It's all like this, is he still a simple child?

Today's things are too magical. Olekin rarely signs written agreements with people. Daily contracts are mostly seen in words. I didn't expect to encounter a stubborn situation today that does not sign a written contract and does not make a transaction.

It seems that the Ross people are like this? Pay attention to written contracts?

Olekin couldn't help but admire a little. Now that the contract has written proof, then the previous move of verbal denial to turn face and denial, shouldn't the Ross people do it first?

This contract clearly states that after the grain is harvested, the Mellaren people need to provide the Ross people with 500,000 pounds of wheat, and the Ross people will deliver 455 pounds of silver coins (measured by weight, which avoids the fineness and fineness of the silver coins). Incomplete loss).

Secondly, it is about the trade of leather, ironware and other commodities. It is only in the traditional goods of leather and the cutting-edge trade of high-quality ironware. However, it is the direct trade of the Ross chief family represented by Rurik and the Mellaren chief family. , All enjoy a 10% discount.

It was also confirmed in the contract that the family of Chief Ross had the final say on how much merchandise the leader Mälaren sold, and it was actually Rurik that had the final say.

If long-term gains are made, don't the Ross people have always suffered losses in the market trade? Do not! Making profits is for greater profits in the future!

Therefore, the duration of this contract ~www.mtlnovel.com~ depends on how long Olekin can remain the leader.

Rurik did not publicly oppose Carl's succession as the leader, but the contract has clearly revealed the malice of the Rus people. The so-called Olekin really dies or suddenly resigns as the leader, all the terms of this contract are invalidated, and any trade agreement must be renegotiated.

After all, it is not a trade agreement between two tribes. It only represents two powerful families. To put it smaller, it is a private trade, but this trade will surely influence the fate of the two tribes.

In desperation, Olegin, who was eager to obtain a large amount of silver, a large amount of leather and a large amount of iron, he estimated that he was still at a loss. However, it was the Ross tribe that could provide a large amount of these three important materials at the same time.

Rurik was also interesting at the last moment. He pulled his reluctant cousin Arik and Carlotta, who was certified by the leader, and the three of them gave the leader a tactical ritual on one knee. The so-called let the leader save face again. Get some satisfaction from the above.

They walked out of Oregin's mansion in the soft afterglow of the setting sun, carrying the contract plank full of words, and ended the transaction and returned to Gould Island.

But the real deal is about to begin.

Chapter end