Now the wind direction in the city has completely changed, and everyone feels that the real master of Tiger Roar City has arrived.

The Beiming family's decades of hard work in Tiger Roar City seemed to be forgotten in a few days.

Everyone said that Di Lin was a good master who was willing to pay for Tiger Roar City, while Bei Mingkang still expected to make money from Tiger Roar City.

Even the middle- and lower-class people in the military who had been following Bei Mingkang felt that following Di Lin had a better future than following Bei Mingkang.

After all, the money you get in a day is sometimes more than a month's worth of money. Who wouldn't want to follow a master who is even richer?

What's more, Dilin's reputation is more legitimate than Beimingkang's.

It can be said that Dilin has always been good at boiling frogs in warm water.

The executives must have reported the news immediately, and were a little worried about Di Lin's reputation in Huxiao City.

If this continues, Di Lin can conquer the hearts of everyone in Tiger Roar City without wasting any effort.

After all, a war cannot be won by just a few great masters, the main force is still these middle and lower-class warriors.

Bei Mingkang has been experiencing bad luck recently, and he was already in a bad mood. When this happened, he became even more irritable.

Bei Mingkang sneered: "These ignorant people, do they think this little movement is called a tide of natives? If there are only a few thousand natives a day, can so many of our city defenders be defeated? How naive!

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The real crowd of natives is an endless despair. The natives are not hundreds or even thousands, but densely packed and innumerable.

Endless, endless.

Nowadays, thousands of natives are killed for only a few hundred taels of silver. No matter how poor Beimingkang is, he still can't bear to spend hundreds of taels of silver to fight the natives.

However, this native does not fight less and less, but fights more and more. In the future, he will earn thousands of taels of silver, or even tens of thousands of taels of silver, even if he is rich, how long can he last?

And even if Dilin can hold on, can these people hold on?

Bei Mingkang said: "Don't worry about it, he has a lot of money, let him spend it."

Bei Mingkang thought of something else: "No, I remember there are still a lot of native hearts in the private treasury. This thing is useless. You have people exchange it for silver in batches."

"yes."

The executive originally wanted to say something, but then he shut up, because by exchanging the native's heart for this, he could manipulate it and deduct a lot of money.

What's more, the Beiming family has studied the heart of the native for decades, and it is indeed useless.

Your Majesty the Tenth Prince may be of use so soon.

He sent someone to inquire, and they said that he had collected a warehouse of native hearts, but it was inconvenient to throw them away and they would take up space.

There was a surge in the exchange of silver coins the next day.

There are almost tens of thousands of native hearts a day.

Murong said to Di Lin, "Fortunately, the Yuan family has opened up the method of exchanging supplies, otherwise we would really not have so much cash."

Although there is space, the main thing is to bring large-denomination banknotes, gold, silver and copper plates, etc., which is only 20,000 to 30,000 taels. With so many people using it for food, drink, housing and transportation, there is really not much.

Fortunately, there are many merchants in Huxiao City now. It is not difficult to exchange large bills. Some people are even willing to send free money to honor His Highness the Tenth Prince.

Murong said, "The number of these natives is increasing day by day. Why can't we kill them all? I guess we won't be able to hold on for a few more days if this continues."

Fortunately, I have purchased enough three-leaf vitality vines for advancement these days.
Chapter completed!