Chapter 1057: 1043. Magic Core 2
Chapter 1057 1043. Magic Core 2
Several guys in the business group struggled to lift the two boxes of magic cores onto the carriage, and businessman Dirk left in the carriage.
Although the two-headed ogre usually doesn't pay much attention to these magic cores, the three magic cores containing crystals were smashed from his hands. Even if he is usually a little dull, it doesn't mean that he is stupid. Of course he knows What does it mean to get three magic crystals out of ten magic cores?
The current market price of the three magic crystals is about 21 gold coins.
On average, each of these ten magic crystals is worth at least two gold coins.
With such a high crystallization rate, the 5,000 magic cores in the wooden box will be worth nearly 10,000 gold coins.
Suldak is now sold at a box of 5,000 gold coins. If this is the calculation, then Suldak will lose a lot.
After all, dissolving the magic core is not a handicraft, as long as there is a fine whetstone, it can be done.
It has always been an ogre who said something. After the businessman Dirk left, he reminded Suldak frankly:
"Boss, these magic cores have such a high probability of producing magic spar, will we lose money if we sell a box of magic cores so cheap?"
Suldak was standing next to the map, using a red pen to draw eye-catching circles on the small towns on the map, and then connected them into line segments to analyze the marching route.
Hearing what Gulitum said, Suldak discovered that the ogre had actually learned to think.
Surprised, Suldak explained to Gulitum:
"This...Of course not, because these magic cores are all hand-picked by me."
The ogre's eyes widened, he was surprised by Suldak's move.
Suldak touched his nose, smiled a little embarrassedly, and said:
"About 715 magic cores with complete magic crystals are placed in each wooden box.
These magic cores are worth 5,000 gold coins. Of course, dissolving magic cores also requires wages, so they can still produce some magic spar fragments, and finally some magic stone powder will be left. Can make a fortune. "
"Eh..." Gullitum didn't know what to say.
On the contrary, his good brother Naohua blinked his eyes and asked with great interest: "Dark, since you know which magic core contains magic spar, why don't we keep all the magic cores containing magic spar? "
Suldak stood with the two-headed ogre and said:
"We must be honest when doing business. If you lie to someone once, I am afraid that no one will do business with us next time."
"As long as we are fighting outside, we cannot do without these military merchant groups."
"Compared with the military logistics supply group, these business groups are more punctual and trustworthy."
"We don't have much time to unlock the magic core now, and there are not many gold coins in the logistics warehouse. We need to exchange some magic cores for gold coins."
"I don't want to make money from them, nor do I want to lose too much, so these boxes of magic cores are specially prepared for them."
“Of course, this is also a process of building trust between everyone.”
At the gate of the military camp in the distance, grain trucks drove into the camp.
There are thirteen canteens in the barracks alone, all of which are rushing to make wheat cakes.
These wheat cakes are usually stored for a week or two without going bad. For the soldiers of the heavy armored infantry regiment, a baked wheat cake is a daily ration.
Probably smelling the aroma of baked wheatbread, the ogre didn't continue to chat with Suldak, and went directly to the cafeteria to prepare the few scones to cushion his stomach.
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In the early morning, Dirk Treyden lifted the blanket and sat up from the simple folding bed in the carriage, ignoring the fact that the wheat-colored skin of the young female assistant lying on the folding bed beside her was exposed to the air.
Pushed the compartments and came out, picked up the water cup from the wooden shelf next to him and rinsed his mouth.
Seeing the financial officer of the business group coming over with a tired face, holding an account book in his hand, he asked with concern:
"How about it, are the windows of those magic cores open?"
"It's all open." The financial officer was a little discouraged.
Dirk asked: "How is the appearance rate?"
This is what he cares about the most. He bought these magic cores for 10,000 gold coins.
The business group sold all the goods this time, and it may not be able to make so much money.
Like all gamblers, he was extremely looking forward to getting some more magic spar, but he was also very apprehensive, worried that there was nothing in those magic cores.
The financial officer said casually: "Well, it can be confirmed that these magic cores contain 712 complete magic spar, and there are also 50 incomplete magic spar, it is estimated that hundreds of magic spar fragments can be polished. "
Hearing this number, Dirk was slightly disappointed, but at the same time he was slightly relieved.
"It seems that this transaction will not lose money!"
Then he asked in surprise, "Why are there so few magic spar fragments?"
"Um, how do I know this! I have nothing else to do, I'll catch up on sleep!" The financial officer of the business group said to Dirk a little speechless.
The financial officer sent by the business group this time is a relative of the proprietress's side. Even if he is a little tired at work, Dirk can't say anything.
Dirk nodded and agreed: "Okay, I see."
The treasurer glanced at Deke's compartment, then turned and climbed into the compartment of another caravan.
Dirk walked to the campfire, where a group of stewards and fellows gathered for breakfast. When they saw Dirk coming, they hurriedly gave up their seats, and were brought a cup of hot milk tea for him. The steward tore a small half of the scone in his hand, and sat down with everyone to have breakfast.
The morning on the plateau is a bit cold, drinking a cup of hot milk tea will warm you up.
"What is the economic strength of the soldiers in the barracks you have come into contact with during this period?" Dirk asked the surrounding supervisors.
Because the goods in the business group are very mixed, these lower-level managers are each in charge of a stall, and they usually have the most contact with soldiers in the army.
"The shots are very generous, especially the cavalry who participated in the main attack on the town, and a group of auxiliary soldiers who burned the corpses." The supervisor in charge of selling dried meat in the caravan said, taking a sip of milk tea.
A young executive next to him was a little dazed, and asked in a low voice, somewhat incomprehensible:
"Burning corpses will make money like this? Doesn't the Legion manage the property of fallen soldiers?"
The supervisor in charge of the butcher shop explained:
"The money in their pockets should not come from the dead soldiers. The legion has very strict control over this aspect, and it is not a group of people who clean the battlefield and burn the corpses, and it is not their turn to make money."
After finishing speaking, he untied a money pocket from his waist, and picked out a few gold coins with mottled traces, even some melted and extremely distorted gold coins. The black marks on them seemed to have been scrubbed and remained in the veins .
"Look at these gold coins, they are all basically like this, and there are some silver coins that look worse than this." The supervisor said.
Several executives took it, stroked it in their hands, and some put it to their mouths to smell it.
A middle-aged executive who looked very greasy asked in surprise: "How did it burn like this? There is... corpse oil on it?"
Dirk picked up a gold coin, endured his nausea and threw it to the supervisor, and then said:
"These gold coins probably fell out of the stomachs of those crypt men and hellhounds after they were burned to ashes. This kind of gold coin is no longer considered gold coin. If you see this kind of gold coin in the future, you can only use it according to the amount of impurities. Gold bullion price recovery."
A group of supervisors quickly agreed: "Of order, Director Dirk."
Dirk asked a young executive again: "Is the quotation list ready?"
"Ready."
Dirk nodded, and said to the cup in his hand: "Give it to me, I will discuss the next cooperation with Commander Suldak."
There will be an update today, one day off at the end of the month, and it will return to normal tomorrow!
(end of this chapter)