Four people carrying salt bags walked in front, and they did not slow down because the salt was sinking.

Ruhamo, who was trying hard to keep up, was filled with emotion, and there was a hint of warmth. The simple words of the old man smoking pipe were still lingering in his ears. He felt that even if he was enemies of the whole world at this moment, he would not be afraid.

Of course, what Ruhamo is more curious about is how the Gongsun family did it. Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world.

What did the two of them who had just arrived here do to make the whole city treat them and themselves like that.

Locals are not easy to contact. If you want locals to work, you need to pay a high price. You can get at least ten points per hour and you can't urge them. Even if locals work, chat while working, and occasionally stop to rest, they have to pay as much as possible.

There are also locals who sell things, and never bargain. They say so much. Yes, they are ‘saying’, not clearly marked prices. The first person who buys a pound of meat may have three points, and the second person follows the buy, and the locals who sell meat say it becomes five points.

In the past, locals gave themselves the feeling of being hostile to outsiders. Locals hate outsiders and sometimes hated them, but they had no way to stop them.

And outsiders like themselves have no favoritism towards locals. Locals are indifferent and arrogant, so they have to pay high prices for simple work.

However, I once remembered that a certain force had a good relationship with the locals. That force was too small and was destroyed in the war. All the instruments were destroyed and the system was no longer assigned to them new instruments.

It is probably because the system does not allow anyone to have a good relationship with locals.

‘So tired’, Ruhamo thought. He stood there and could no longer see four people who delivered salt. He was still weak and needed time to recover.

Ruhamo smiled and said, "It's great. I like this feeling, and it seems that in the blink of an eye. The whole mountain city is full of my relatives."

Just now, a man selling popsicles with a box on his back. When he saw the sign of the Gou Bizhanlu Silk God* on his clothes, he gave him a popsicle.

A popsicle is not worth much. If outsiders want to buy it, they will get points, and locals will set up smaller currencies.

Moreover, there is not much sugar in the popsicle, but he eats it very sweetly. If the person who sent the popsicle doesn't say "I have to practice it when I leave, I have to practice it." The ending will be even more perfect.

Ruhamo did not know the way inside, and after telling the locals that someone had made wood, he also told the story of Gou Bizhanlu Silk Kingdom helping to build a road from the mountain city to the iron mine city.

There is no.676 to help. Locals have a huge favor for the people of Goubizhanlu Si Shen Kingdom. Locals believe that No.676 and No.676 are good to others. Locals are also willing to have friendly contact.

Just like a person from a civilized world who sees tribes when he goes to the primeval forest, what he needs most is a middleman and an intermediary who belongs to the other party’s camp.

In a happy mood and full of doubt, Ruhamo returned to his "home". Four people who helped deliver salt were forced to stay by Gongsun Murong and Narasha. They were having dinner together.

There were twelve more people among the people who were eating, including eleven receptionists who had not finished the hot pot on the No. 6, 76.

Gongsun Murong and Narasha discussed with each other how many people they sent to build roads. There were also how many jobs locals would do, how to contact the ore city and let them go to work with them.

Gou Bizhanlu Si Divine Kingdom sent another person, and the person who came here told Gongsun and Murong that they could fully represent the Kingdom of God and communicate with the people in the mountain city.

One is that only they can have good contact with each other, and the other is that the Kingdom of God recognizes the diplomatic ability of the two, believing that they can achieve a relatively fair exchange of interests with others on the premise of safeguarding the interests of the Kingdom of God.

The military and political parties of the Kingdom of God actually wanted to send special diplomatic ambassadors to come, but they chose and chose, but found it difficult to choose.

First of all, people who have passed by don’t think about coming back in a short time. They have to stay there for less than 200 battles. Secondly, they are worried that the person sent will encounter special things and have to apply to the higher authorities and dare not make a decision.

But the leaders of both military and political parties were optimistic about the two men from the Gongsun family. There was no way. The two were really excellent, or they should be described as "perfect".

Needless to say, the three thousand steps are still calm. When facing the enemy's repeated pursuits and sieges, the two of them have never run past like a stray dog. They will always find ways to fight back when they run away.

At the same time, the two of them are smart enough, such as using poisonous smoke tricks. With the same trick, the enemy will be trapped again and again. Perhaps someone will die if they use poisonous smoke next time.

This is called on-site tactical analysis and execution ability. Moreover, the two people understand the situation. When they know that someone in another place fights against the enemy in order to protect their instruments, they will immediately make a decision and take the initiative to attack.

Needless to mention diplomatic ability, I have never seen people in the mountains and towns of God have something to do with each other.

It is no longer possible to identify their faults. If you have to have one shortcoming, it is too perfect, so perfect that it makes people jealous. This is a shortcoming. After all, being jealous is not a good thing.

The military and political parties of the Kingdom of God made a small bet. When listening to the two people communicating with the twelve receptionists and four helpers, the military and political parties knew that they had won the bet because...

"The charges are required to pay when anyone who does not belong to the mountain city and the ore city goes between the two cities and passes through the road we built." Narasha said to No. 676.

Gongsun Murong usually chooses to remain silent whenever Narasha comes forward, but now he is not calm, he smiles and nods, supporting Narasha.

No. 676 was chewing food in his mouth, looking at him, and thinking about something, a receptionist next to him spoke: "I don't think it's possible. If we collect less, we will take a long time to earn back. If we collect too much, they will use teleportation."

"Can increase the teleportation fee." Narasha came up with an idea.

The receptionist shook his head regretfully: "It can't be increased, we can only find ways to reduce it."

Narasha smiled: "Then increase the service fee for your receptionist and increase the management fee for the points hall, so that they must choose to take this path."

"It's possible." Another receptionist spoke.

"Will the Iron Mine City cooperate?" asked the previous receptionist.

Without Narasha's answer, another receptionist took the initiative to speak out: "Will Iron Mining City earn tolls?"

"Okay, understand, making money can increase management and service fees."

"Well!" Narasha was satisfied and said, "So, we sent someone to build the road. The tools, food, clothes, shoes for the road are just gathered together. Then we make money according to the distribution ratio and deduct it."

Twelve receptionists, including No. 676, agreed this time.
Chapter completed!