People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

Taylor's weird smile made several middlemen feel anxious.

His face and luxurious clothes were still stained with blood foam, and the faint smell of blood wafted in the air of the room.

It seems that the little boy named Wilson has been brutally murdered!

Squirrel was in a very complicated mood at the moment. On the one hand, he was glad that he had escaped, but on the other hand, he felt guilty for Wilson's death.

After all, this boy with a sunny smile has always behaved well in his contacts with them in the past few days. Even if he and others did not say anything about some petty things, he would take the initiative to get out of them.

More importantly, Squirrel also has a selfish motive. People with such extraordinary minds as Wilson are rare these days. He admires the little boy Wilson very much.

Unfortunately, he messed with someone he definitely shouldn't mess with.

Although he felt very sorry in his heart, Squirrel quickly adjusted his mood. After all, if he was careless in front of Taylor, he would end up in an irreversible end.

Looking around, the room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Taylor stood up with satisfaction, raised his arms high, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his blood-red eyes.

"Everyone must have seen the situation in Black Iron Town now. The price of ore has climbed to unprecedented heights."

"In view of the current situation where supply exceeds demand, I have a series of measures that require everyone's cooperation."

After speaking, Taylor paused and looked at the people standing on the carpet like primary school students with a smile on their face.

Although Taylor deliberately set his eyes softly, the biting chill that had been accumulated for a long time still pierced everyone like a needle, and everyone in the middle swallowed their saliva.

Everyone exchanged glances in the distance, and finally Squirrel stood up bravely.

"I don't know what measures Mr. Taylor has taken. The people below must do their best to cooperate with you."

"Yeah yeah."

After Squirrel made this move, the other people quickly followed suit, as if something bad would happen to them if they expressed their stance too late.

"Actually, everyone should have heard of the measures I want to implement before."

The smile on Taylor's face became even thicker, and even gave off a faint sign of illness. Seeing his appearance, people felt a sudden surge in their hearts, and a chill surged from their spines to their necks.

Heard it before?

Of the measures that everyone has heard about black iron ore recently, only Wilson, the young man who has been lobbying himself and others these past few days, has talked about it!

Could it be that... Lord Taylor plans to come and liquidate them today?

Just when everyone in the middle was in danger, Taylor suddenly turned around, lowered his head slightly, touched his chest with one hand, and stretched his hand forward as if to invite a distinguished guest to the stage.

"Chief Wilson!"

With a creak, the door to the inner room behind the desk slowly opened, and a boy with orange curly hair, no more than ten years old, came to Taylor with a smile on his face.

When the boy stood still, Taylor took the initiative and respectfully gave up his position, making his attitude clear to everyone.

In just a few tens of seconds, the eyes of the people in the middle went from curiosity to shock and finally stopped in horror.

He is not dead! ?

Even the most obtuse person could guess what was going on from Taylor's attitude and address to Wilson.

The boy who was destined to die in Taylor's hands not only did not die but gained the allegiance of Taylor, a cruel nobleman. This change made everyone have no intention to guess the reason behind it. Instead, everyone swallowed their saliva in fear.

How could they not be afraid, after all, they were the ones who betrayed Wilson in the first place!

However, the imagined reckoning did not come. The orange curly haired boy in front of him still smiled brightly and said: "Don't panic, everyone. The purpose of inviting everyone here this time is very simple, which is to continue the previously agreed upon plan. The only thing is The small difference is that this time our plan has official support from Mr. Taylor. So everyone can feel confident and go ahead and do it."

Everyone looked relieved when they heard this, and the stiff atmosphere in the room instantly broke the ice. Everyone enthusiastically praised Taylor's vision and Wilson's extraordinary wisdom.

In their opinion, the development of the matter was simply that Mr. Taylor was attracted by Wilson's plan, so he chose to let the young man go for the sake of profit, and the relationship between the two changed from enemies to partners.

Is it really that simple?

The cunning gray rat doesn't think so. It is undeniable that in the eyes of smart people like him, Wilson's plan has wisdom beyond the times. However, wisdom alone cannot make a cruel and ruthless noble surrender to a country boy.

This gap in status cannot be bridged by wisdom alone, and Gray Rat understands this very well.

What's more, the thing that concerned him the most was not here, but the blood stains all over Taylor's body.

From the moment Wilson walked out of the inner room, the squirrel noticed that there was no sign of torture on the boy. If that was the case, where did the blood on Taylor come from?

I am afraid that no one except the person involved can know all this.

The squirrel could only sigh and temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart, but he became a little more cautious during the subsequent conversation, far less relaxed than some of his peers.

Morning, 59:[-].

A new day has arrived. Although the entrance to the black market is not as lively as the past few days due to the lack of ten tons of black iron ore, there are still many people waiting here early to try their luck.

At nine o'clock, the black market opened. The traders who entered the hall were stunned. Two huge screens appeared in the middle of the originally empty hall overnight.

There was only an empty line of text on the left screen, which said today's real-time price of black iron ore, while the text that jumped every two or three seconds on the right screen was all about black iron ore trading information.

The further back the traders looked, the more frightened they became. The screen actually recorded the listed price of black iron ore every day from now until three years later. There were at least ten orders every day, each ton. The further the time went by, the lower the price was. , until three years later, the unit price of black iron ore actually became only dozens of beliries higher than before the mining disaster.

Just when most people were still stunned, someone immediately rushed to the counter and shouted: "I want all the black iron ore within one month from today!"

"Sorry sir, according to regulations you can only purchase one piece of black iron ore on each date."

This restriction was proposed by Lynch when Wilson was discussing the specific details with Lynch. Although everyone who sells black iron ore will buy it, this trading method has just appeared after all, and as many people as possible should try it. Only by doing so can we promote it better.

The man in front of the counter was stunned. Just as he was stunned, the others also woke up and crowded towards the counter. Seeing the surging crowd, the anxious man shouted: "Within a year!" Give me one every day!”

"Okay, sir, please pay 100 million Baileys as the transaction qualification confirmation deposit. In addition, the total price of the one-year black iron ore transaction you purchased is 54 Baileys."

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