Chapter 150

[black iron zhange production drawing (green): Hardwood 3, cast iron block 5, metal parts 3, leather 5.]

[trainee mage's robe making drawing (green): Cotton 4, spinning 5.]

There are five items that Fang Hao can make and use now.

The rest can't be used at present, so we don't rush to buy them.

Duojin delivered the goods to Fang Hao, who also paid the price directly.

"My Lord, members of the trade union can fill in the order. If you still don't have the goods you need, you can fill in the order. Other members see it and most likely will sell it to you." As duo Jin said, he took out two orders under the counter and put them in front of Fang Hao.

Looking at the order party in front of him, Hao was excited.

This thing is good. Fill in whatever you need. When the time comes, whoever has power will sell it to yourself.

Suddenly, Fang Hao was a little confused. What did he lack?

"Can you write about the body?" Fang Hao asked.

It's also a good business to sell the body to yourself when a strong race is dead.

"Cough! I understand what your excellency means. The business alliance has a written provision that the undead camp is not allowed to buy alien corpses in any form." Dorkin replied.

Ah, there are also written regulations.

It seems that some undead people have done this before, which was directly banned by the Business League.

"Are there only two orders?"

"At present, there can only be two. The business alliance will send new orders in seven days."

In other words, refresh every 7 days, two at a time.

"Then fill in one first and write the architectural drawings of the undead arms. By the way, don't have them in our territory."

Fang Hao said that Duojin wrote.

Fang Hao's characters belong to Chinese characters. He can understand the characters of other races, but local residents can't see Chinese characters.

"Good Lord." Duojin wrote the content on the order and stuffed it into an item box similar to a mailbox behind him.

Close the lid and send it to the headquarters of the business alliance.

"Is there anything else to say?" Fang Hao continued to ask.

"My Lord, there is one last item. There are 74511 village level forces to meet the arrival of merchants, of which 13205 are Terran Lords. You also need to recruit people and the goods you carry." Said dorkin.

"So many..."

"My Lord, you don't need to recruit all of them. The opening hours of various forces are different. You can recruit half of the total number of businessmen. If you don't have enough personnel, you should also recruit one third." Duojin reminds me again.

A total of 74000 people, if rounded up, is 38000.

That's a lot.

With a 100 fold increase, that is 380 people.

Ten war coins per person is 3800.

It cost 100 million to get the introduction of Otis, and now there is such a big investment.

How is it different from the 0 capital entrepreneurship you want? You're almost hollowing out your old bottom.

You won't be cut by the business alliance.

"Sir, what is your arrangement?" Duojin saw Fang Hao's silence and asked softly.

"I will recruit enough merchants, and then you will distribute them. The equipment needs give priority to the human Lords."

The 13000 human lords who owned the market building did not have to think that they were the same walkers as themselves.

Village level buildings are called village heads and lords.

Human lords can get war coins by opening treasure boxes or some opportunities, but building fairs requires the influence of the camp if they want businessmen to settle in.

Fang Hao's performance is outstanding. There is a skeleton businessman with a crutch on the top, selling his own goods.

"You don't know. I was stupid at that time. I can accept the rapid development of Fang Hao. What the hell is the undead camp? Did Fang Hao get rid of his human identity before crossing?"

"How is this possible? Does it have the same name as the native people?"

"What's the same name? I've been in contact with the local people. Their names are similar to those in the West. The two word name is big brother Fang Hao."

"Yes, yes, big brother Fang Hao has been collecting shadow stone. The description of shadow Stone says that it belongs to the materials of undead buildings."

"Well, it's settled. Big brother Fang Hao is not human."

Fang Hao watched the people chatting and almost a mouthful of rice came out.

Guess, guess, how to decide that you are not human, and the analysis is reasonable and justified.

In order to eliminate the concerns in everyone's mind, Fang Hao opened the photo function of the Lord's book.

Put your left hand on the table and take pictures of your hand and food.

Prove that you are still human and need to eat.

After shooting, send it directly to the regional channel.

"[picture], don't scold. It's human. I'm still human. I just got the special buildings of the undead camp. I can exchange goods normally or buy them at the market in the future." Fang Hao explained in the channel.

"Big brother Fang Hao, I'm not saying you're not human. Don't care if you type wrong."

"Yes, I'm kidding. Don't be angry, boss."

"No, haven't you noticed? There are a pair of white legs in the lower left corner opposite the photo of big brother Fang Hao. There are girls in big brother's territory."

"Really, let me see."

"Shit, really, this leg is so white..."