I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng is waiting for Da Jiang's people to come over, this time he will personally trade on the market.

Soon, Da Jiang's people came, and the person leading the team was Han Shu.

He was overjoyed after seeing Mu Feng, and shouted excitedly: "Warchief!"

Mu Feng waved at him, and briefly asked about the situation of the tribe. After he learned that everything was normal, he was relieved, and then asked him to put all the things he wanted to trade on the special "table" for Dajiang.

This table was also mentioned by Mu Feng and Da Huyou before, and a stone table set a little more than one meter above the ground was specially made.

Tradeable samples were placed on the table: salt, weapons, furs, and one or two pottery.

Of course, pottery is equivalent to being used for display, and it hasn't been traded for one or two things until now.

Even Da Huyou's eyes were greedy for a long time, but Mu Feng didn't send him away, in order to create a feeling of "rare and precious".

Han Shu stood beside Mu Feng and said in a low voice, "Warchief, just leave it to us to do things like trading, you don't need to do it yourself!"

Mu Feng laughed in a low voice: "Wait I have other things to arrange, and I need to wait for people from other tribes to come!"

Han Shu understood, no longer said anything, and stood next to Mu Feng with Bai Yue.

The three of them stood in a row, quite like a salesperson standing at the counter.

Because Mu Feng greeted him in advance, Da Huyou ran into the tent to drink sugar water.

The people in the Red Luan Department saw that Mu Feng himself stood there to trade, hesitantly did not dare to step forward.

Looking at their hesitation, Mu Feng motioned to Han Shu to call them over, and actively wanted to trade with them.

After all, when you open the door to do business, a hundred and eighty is a business, and a few cents are also a profit.

No matter how small the fly is, it is meat!

Everyone in the Red Luan Ministry was trembling, and the head of the man saw Mu Feng, a great chief, personally wanting to trade with him, so he couldn't speak.

Mu Feng smiled and asked, "What do you want?"

The man stammered: "I, I want it, I want salt!"

Mu Feng asked: "Then what do you want in exchange?"

"Mao, fur!"

Mu Feng nodded: "Then how much do you want to change and how many furs do you bring?"

The man hurriedly looked at the people behind him, and they hurriedly put all their furs in front of Mu Feng.

Mu Feng signaled that Hanshu had counted, only more than thirty, and they were all the furs of little foxes and deer.

This is not enough to exchange a jar of salt.

Mu Feng looked at them and said, "Your fur is too small, and the quantity is not enough to exchange for a jar!"

The leader said: "How much can it be exchanged?"

Mu Feng frowned slightly.

A jar of salt in the city is exchanged as a whole.

Fifty furs must not be badly damaged before they can be replaced.

This is equivalent to a consensus between the tribes.

But at the moment, Hongluan's fur is not enough, and it is theoretically impossible to exchange it.

The man immediately became nervous when he saw Mu Feng frowned.

In fact, he himself knew that it was unreasonable to ask.

But there is no way. There are so many extra furs that a huge tribe can vacate now. If they can't change the salt, they will soon be in trouble.

Just when he thought Mu Feng would refuse, Mu Feng smiled and said, "Yes, but you only have 30 furs, and they are all small furs. I can only give you half a jar of salt!"

"Half a can?" The man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, "Yes, you can!"

Mu Feng said again: "Because your fur is too small, this time the stone jar will be given to you, but if you come to trade next time, remember to return it to us!"

"Yes, yes!" The members of the Red Luan Department left happily.

Obviously, they didn't expect it to go so smoothly when they came to the market.

After the members of the Red Luan Ministry had left, Bai Yue asked in a low voice: "Warchief, didn't we originally intend to annex the Red Luan Ministry? Why are we still trading with them now?"

On the side, Han Shu also wondered and said, "That is, they don't have enough fur, and they are so small, why do you trade with them."

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Trading with them is just a show, the real deal is behind!"

As he spoke, he whispered to the two of them: "Did you see those two groups of other tribes? They are the focus of our transaction!"

"They?" The two of them were puzzled.

Mu Feng explained a few words in a low voice, and the two of them suddenly realized.

Soon, the movement of the Red Luan Ministry back holding a half jar of salt caught the attention of others-especially the two new tribes.

The two groups of people looked at the Red Luan Club suspiciously, then looked at the table where Mu Feng and them were on, and then came to Mu Feng one after another.

"What are you going to trade?" Mu Feng asked, with the demeanor of a stall owner, "I can exchange everything here, as long as you bring out the corresponding things!"

Two groups of people obviously did not understand Mu Feng’s advertising slogan. Look at me and I will look at you. One group of people took the lead in speaking: "We want salt and weapons!"

Another group of people also said: "We also want weapons and salt!"

Mu Feng nodded: "What about your stuff, let me see!"

The two groups of people each brought out the things they brought, which were all fur.

Mu Feng sighed and frowned, "It's fur again, is there nothing else?"

The two groups of people tightened on their faces.

Because they heard the meaning of Mufeng's words: I don't lack fur!

Everyone knows that hard currency is salt and weapons in the market.

These two things can be exchanged with others at will, and no one will refuse.

But fur is not.

The rule of the city is that after both parties in the transaction have taken a fancy to each other's things, they will exchange the things at a fixed ratio after confirming that there is no problem.

But if one party disagrees, then the transaction cannot be completed.

As for how the rejected party obtains what they want, that is after the end of the city, but they can only follow the rules in the city.

One group of people asked in an obscure voice: "Didn't you just need furs?"

Mu Feng shook his head: "We won't be short after we collect their fur. If you come first, we will definitely accept yours, not theirs!"

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Think about it, if you take salt and everyone exchanges fur for you, what will happen to you?"

Both groups were silent.

The answer is self-evident: they will not agree!

Another group of people led a voice and asked obscurely: "Can you exchange it with us this time, just once, and we will give you other things in the future!"

Another group of people also took advantage of the situation and said: "The same is true for our Colossus Department. As long as you exchange it for us this time, next time we will exchange it with something else. What do you want, you say!"

Mu Feng sighed: "We really don't lack fur!"

With that, Mu Feng glanced at Han Shu.

The cold tree directly took out two piles of bear skins from under the table, there were fifty to sixty sheets, all of them were covered with gray, obviously it hadn't been used for too long.

Mu Feng pointed to the bear skin: "Hey, you see, we still want to exchange our fur for other things! The tribe just now had to exchange less, so I suffered a little loss, and the trade was also traded, but You have to take out so many furs, and you have to go out with two jars of salt. This is too much loss, and I can't trade with you!"

The man who claimed to be the head of the Colossus Department struggled, and finally looked at Mu Feng with a nearly begging look, and looked at Mu Feng with a hoarse voice: "Then what do you want to trade?"

Mu Feng said, "Population! Especially women, even men!"

The man's complexion changed, his complexion struggled, and then he looked at the person behind him left and right!

Without waiting for him to speak, Mu Feng shook his head: "Forget it, you have such a small number of people. It is estimated that the tribe is still waiting for you to go back and protect it. Let's save it!"

The man frowned, helpless, and asked hoarsely: "Then how can you be willing to trade?"

The other group of people, the Yellow Bird Ministry, were also watching Mu Feng nervously at this time.

Looking at them frowning, Mu Feng sighed, as if he had made some determination, and asked, "Or, would you like to pay on credit?"

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