After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 190: Ill provide you with equipment

Seeing the cheap smile on Robb's face, the Queen immediately became vigilant, "do you want to earn my money again? You think bullying a little girl with no father or mother is easy?

"It's not cheating you out of your money." Robb said, "Im only doing business. How did it become cheating you out of your money?

The Queen said, "it's not like I haven't seen you rub out a robe by hand, one by one. If you use this method to rub out weapons for my soldiers, how can I afford it? Do you think I have the money to provide master-grade swords to thousands of skeletons?"

Robb thought about this question carefully, "you have a point. Indeed, skeletons have no human rights, and it is impossible to equip them with the best weapons. I'll tell you what. I'll provide you with iron swords of 'ordinary quality."

The Queen frowned and said, "what does ordinary quality mean? You mean, youll let the blacksmiths in Westwind Town turn iron ingots into iron swords and sell them to me?"

Robb smiled and said, "No, I'll make them myself. They'll be ordinary, cheap wholesale weapons."

The so-called ordinary quality in Robb's mouth is actually the "training weapon" in the game. Almost all life skills have items for practice, such as the low-grade "white equipment" or "Iron Sword."

Almost every player who practices the production profession has made countless pieces of this kind of thing, and their proficiency depends on it.

Of course, this could not be explained to the Queen, so Robb had to say that hell make a simple weapon.

After hearing this, the Queen was a little moved, "will you rub it out with your own hands? If you do, the quality will be guaranteed. But what I want to arm is an army that demands thousands and thousands of swords, as well as shields and armor. It is a huge project; you're lazy."

Ha! How could you say Im lazy. Robb said with a smile, "I just want to tell you that now that I am ready to play city-state construction a little more seriously. I am about to restore the nature of the Grinding Emperor. If you are free tomorrow night, give me a call. I'll show you what the Grinding Emperor really is."

"Well, I'll try to squeeze in some time to call you tomorrow night."

"Don't call me while I'm bathing."

"I insist!"

"What a damned woman."

When the Queen's phone hung up, Robb smiled at Lillian and said, "go and tell the mayor and ask him to help inform the miners that I will buy all the iron ingots they have tomorrow afternoon."

The miners in Westwind Town are actually quite sad. Although Robb has found them a new silver mine, only a few exist. The miners' main job is to mine iron ore and copper, which are worthless in Westwind Town. Their lives are miserable.

Now Robb can finally help them turn the iron ore they have dug out for a long time into money.

The next morning, in the fields of Robb, a significant number of beetroot was ready to be harvested.

Baron Nuolun came to the field early with his nephew and the several little nobles who came to watch. They all had the "everything is under my control" smile on their faces.

The mayor of Yuanshi also brought a group of workers over, and when he saw the vast expanse of beets in the field, Mayor Birch's face immediately showed a touch of embarrassment.

The mayor of Stone Canyon also brought a group of workers over, and when he saw the vast expanse of beets in the field, Mayor White Birch's face immediately showed a touch of embarrassment.

This is too much!

This is just too much.

As the Baron said, the mayor dared not recruit more workers for the beetroot. When he saw the beets, he felt more overwhelmed rather than delighted.

The police department drove over a group of reform-through-labor prisoners. They dug the beets out of the ground one by one, piled them on the edge of the field, and a large pile was made in the twinkling of an eye.

These reform-through-labor prisoners were very careful when plowing for fear of damaging the beets a little. It turns out that they grew up in the desert and relied on the gift of the oasis to get some food. People in the desert kingdom have an extremely pious attitude toward food and dare not take them lightly at all.

Mayor Stone Canyon carefully approached Robb and whispered, "Godfather, did you grow too many beets? After all, this thing is not grain, it can only be used to make sugar, and sugar is just a kind of spice. It doesnt have much use, and our little Westwind Town cant finish them all. Even if we consider the traveling merchant, its not enough.

As soon as he said this, Baron Nuolun, next to him, showed a calm smile on his face.

Robb, who had already guessed the result, smiled and asked, "what do you think we should do?"

Mayor Stone Canyon said, "I think it's enough. Godfather should rest more and be lazy, just like you did before."

Hahaha! Baron Nuolun's nephew couldn't help laughing. After getting an affirmative look from Baron Nuolun, he took a big step forward and said respectfully, "Godfather, since the mayor of Stone Canyon thinks there are too many beets, why don't you sell all the beets planted this time to us in the Chenguang family." (Remember, Baron Nuoluns full name is Nuolun Chenguang)

Robb pretended to hear this for the first time and turned around, "Oh? Are you willing to take over the business? "

The nephew laughed, Yes! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity for these beets to rot in the field?

Robb quietly looked at the expression of Mayor Stone Canyon. There was no unhappy look on his face when he was intercepted and robbed of his business. On the contrary, there was a kind of "Finally, someones going to pick up these beets." a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, this man is inconsiderate and discerning. He doesn't even understand why monopoly" can bring him a huge advantage. He wasnt even angry when a competitor arrived but instead relieved. Alas!

Robb turned to Nuolun's nephew and said with a smile, "well, if you like, Ill these beets to your family, and you can find a way to hire the townspeople and turn them into sugar. I don't care about the rest. I'll just sell these beets to you."

Baron Nuolun was overjoyed and hurriedly winked at his nephew. His nephew waved his hand, and a large group of Chenguang slaves ran over, and several carriages brushed forward. They desperately carried the beets piled on the edge of the field to the carriages. It was all in the twinkling of an eye.