Taste it!

Can you taste it casually?! Li Ang was very wise and didn't say this, because if he said this, Mrs. Juventus would definitely ask why she couldn't taste it. If she didn't let her taste it, she would definitely continue to prove it to him because it was inconsistent with Li Ang's views. So in this case, Li Ang could only say unwillingly: "I made a mistake. That can actually be considered a kind of milk. You are right!"

"Hey? Really!" Mrs. Juventus was very happy to hear that Li An finally agreed with her, but after being happy, she immediately said curiously: "Then what does it taste like? Li Ang, please let your mother taste it?"

She said no, she wanted to taste it, she said yes, she wanted to taste it, and Li Ang felt like she was about to collapse. "You are playing with me on purpose! You must be playing with me on purpose!"

As soon as Li Ang finished speaking, a bell ringing sounded outside the ship. Li Ang, who had grabbed the life-saving straw, quickly shouted, "The boat is docked, I'll help unload the cargo!" Then he ran outside the cabin without looking back.

Not long after he got up, the little fox behind him hurriedly chased after him: "Brother, you haven't gotten the extra money yet! If you hold it in, you will really 'wet the bed' tonight!" After probably understanding the meaning of the little fox, Mrs. Juventus also shouted: "Li Ang, my mother knows how painful it is to suck it out. If you need your mother to suck it out for you, you can tell me at any time!"

After they chased and shouted, Li Ang had already escaped without a trace.

Since Xu Zhe did not tell him when he left that the ship arranged by Sima Gang was just sailing to wherever he heard that the ship had to dock, the first thing Li Ang did was to look at the nearby environment.

After searching on the coastline, Li Ang finally discovered a location that could barely be called a port, because it was too small, and it was normal for Li Ang, who had been in a large harbor city like Port, to notice it. Instead of calling it a pier, that place is better called a fishing village, because it only has a mysterious bridge built with wooden boards and several small wooden houses suspected to be warehouses.

On the wooden pier, the small fishing boats parked were counting with one hand. The medium-sized merchant ship that Li Ang was riding on could be regarded as a giant ship when parked in a port like that.

"Young Master, you are here! I've been looking for you for a long time!" Just as Li Ang was hiding in the warehouse and peeking through the window to see the outside environment, the first mate of the merchant ship found Li Ang. This man was also a person in the refugee camp. Li Ang had a little impression of him. Two days ago, he secretly gave Li Ang and Maria to bathe, but he was scolded by Maria Juventus, so he didn't do such a thing again.

"What are you looking for me?" He couldn't find his hiding place, so the first mate was looking for him so hard that he must have some important things to say.

Just as Li Ang guessed, the first mate sorted out his clothes and said to Li Ang: "I'm here to find you, there is a very important information to notify you in advance!"

"The place we are about to arrive is Ximu Village. The purpose of our trip is to send necessary supplies to this small fishing village that has been slaughtered by war in the name of Juventus. Most of the only food they harvested in autumn was plundered by bandits, and there was no foreign aid. Even if the people in the village could survive this winter, they could not survive the next spring. Moreover, because the seeds have been eaten as food, even if they can survive the spring, it is impossible to continue living here."

"Is this doing post-war aid? The ships that set out with us also do these things?" Hearing the first mate's description, Li Ang immediately understood the nature of this merchant ship.

"Yes, the amount of donations raised by the lady in the fall is very large, so these amounts of aid are not enough to completely digest the funds. So after the necessary supplies are given to the villagers, we will also establish a trading post here, because the economy here has been completely destroyed by the war, so they need rich people to re-launch trade here and let the dead economic flow recirculate."

"This is Sima Gang's arrangement!" After hearing a rough look, Li Ang found that this routine made him feel very familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately thought of Sima Gang's strategy to recruit refugees.

So just by pointing this, Li Ang said as if he knew the whole plan: "Since we gave these small fishing villages the greatest help at the most critical moment, these small fishing villages will develop into private ports exclusively by our Juventus consortium in the future?"

When he heard Li Ang directly tell the most core part of the plan, the first mate said in surprise: "Well, General Sima has already told you about it to the young master? Then he also specifically told me that I was only allowed to tell the young master this information when I was about to get ashore. It seems to be a bit redundant."

"Of course it's redundant. I'll do it if I'm going to do it!" But management is indeed a very tiring job. Li Ang, who has played many business games, knows it very well, so he gives all these things to people he trusts. You know, as a powerful player, he will have [obsessive-compulsive disorder] when playing games, which is very normal, but if he manages with obsessive-compulsive disorder, he will inevitably be exhausted to death like Zhuge Liang. So even if he understands the way of management, Li Ang doesn't want to deal with these things by himself.

Hearing Li Ang boasting, the first mate nodded in agreement and said, "Young Master, your talent, General Sima, often mentions it, but what you call 'war money' is actually a bit too much. Our Juventus consortium does this to save them, and the profits earned are also the rewards we win. I have experienced wars, so I can understand what those who have experienced wars like me think!"

"They just pray for help, and don't care about what the purpose of helping themselves is. Besides, our Juventus consortium is a charitable economic organization established with the personal will of the wife. Our group belief is to help others. We make profits to help more people in need. So even if we know that we are making money, those people will accept our help with gratitude!"

Listening to the first mate saying this, Li Ang always felt that the look of the crazy believers seemed to have seen it there, but what he said was right. Although they were making money in war, there were not many merchants who were willing to make money in war with the goal of doing good deeds, so from various aspects, they were still doing good deeds.

Just as the ship was about to dock, a noisy sound came from the port. (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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