Chapter 207

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Chen Yi actually could not be any later. If he missed today's subway, his ten-day agreement with the Village Chief of Yun Village would be delayed by another two to three days...

Although Yun Village had no clocks, and its primitive sense of time was weak, traveling merchants were inevitably often late, but being three to five days late and being three to five days late and then another three to five days late were still roughly different.

However, facing a small-waisted beauty, Chen Yi truly could not find a reason to leave.

The Korean beauty wrapped her arms tightly around Chen Yi, like soft ropes, or sticky ropes, or sexy ropes.

She pressed against Chen Yi, reaching her hand into his wide shirt, like a brave female explorer searching for treasure on Indian land.

Chen Yi panted twice and said in a low voice, "I must leave before ten o'clock."

"Really?" A smooth, soft tongue brushed across his chest; Jin Douna hid half her body in Chen Yi's clothes, looking as if they were stuck together.

Chen Yi couldn't help but reach out and lean forward, first pulling off her belt.

The Korean beauty let out a cry, grabbed her jeans, and giggled, "Aren't you in a hurry to go back?"

She still seemed a bit nervous; her speech had a strong Korean flavor, like a newly arrived overseas student...

"So we must seize every second." Chen Yi breathed like an old man on his deathbed, smiled like a wicked uncle, but his arms were as hard as a twenty-year-old bodybuilder. He lifted the tall, fair-skinned Jin Douna with one hand, and amid her cries, hoisted her over his head, then held her diagonally, stripping her into a little white rabbit... though apart from her slender waist, other parts were not very suitable to be called a little white rabbit.

Jin Douna smiled lightly, giggled, and laughed, letting Chen Yi turn her upside down, lift her up, fold her over, and flip her around... The newly upgraded Power Element was released to the fullest here; the tender flesh not only aroused a man's desire to spread life cells, but also a broader desire for conquest, and even worship of power.

On the comfortable bed, Jin Douna kept touching Chen Yi without pause; once she failed, she felt lonely. She was like a gymnast or a cheerleader dancing in Chen Yi's palm; she liked to make Chen Yi burn with desire, but she still needed him to extinguish it.

The two of them kept exercising without pause.

Just as they were about to exercise on the basis of exercising, the dormitory door trembled uneasily.

The little lizard listening at the wall corner said to Chen Yi through consciousness: "It's that big white rabbit."

"Big white rabbit?" Chen Yi hesitated and stopped.

Jin Douna also guessed it was Liu Xinyu returning; she pouted her lips resentfully, then kissed Chen Yi once and hid in the bathroom.

Until he entered the subway, Chen Yi was still savoring that strange yet familiar, soft yet hard taste.

After exiting the Light Gate, he dumped five cubic meters of supplies on the ground and ordered the little lizard, "Turn into a pickup truck."

"Do you want equipment?"

"Equipment?"

The little lizard "hehe" laughed and began to transform; after about ten minutes, the pickup truck was complete, with a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle mounted on top, its magazine connected to the car roof.

Chen Yi asked somewhat strangely, "Your butt isn't on top of my head, is it?"

"Of course not; that's just the tail." The little lizard smiled smugly, then suddenly shouted, "Iron Armor Legion, charge, go snatch beauties from another plane..."

"The West Continent indeed has many huge-bodied dinosaurs." Chen Yi shrugged, started the Raptor, and smiled, "I can ask them to catch a four-legged reptile for you."

"If it's a sub-dragon, of course; otherwise give me beauties! Groups of beauties!" The little lizard sank into his own imagination, the four wheels running very fast.

Master and pet spoke as they arrived at Yun Village; the native youths in the stockade hid nervously behind the newly built wooden wall, holding newly made bows and arrows, then put on newly made armor and shouted, "Monster, get lost, this is Yun Village."

Then they repeated it twice.

Chen Yi ate a piece of the konjac left last time, crawled out of the vehicle, patted the Raptor's roof, and shouted, "I am merchant Chen!"

The Village Chief shouted unmoved, "What monster are you bringing?"

"Same as your beasts of burden." Chen Yi said and ordered, "Boluo, put away the gun on top of your head."

That abrupt equipment emitting a blue aura indeed made people feel danger.

After doing these, Chen Yi peeled Green Breath Berries and slowly savored them.

Unknown if the 30% good feeling took effect, the Village Chief waited two minutes and ordered, "Open the stockade gate."

Yun Ba San jumped to the door in two or three steps and pushed aside the huge stone blocking the door first. The local natives didn't understand locks and such; closing the village gate meant either propping up a wooden pole or simply using a heavy object to brace it.

The raw logs opened with a creaking friction sound; Chen Yi looked and felt it was a waste. Wood thicker than a person was not cheap anywhere, yet they used it for the crudest gate—utterly wasteful. Most infuriating was that they didn't save wood at all; cut marks were everywhere, meaning two or three times the waste.

"You stay outside." Chen Yi closed the car door with his foot and carried the supplies into the village himself.

Village Chief Yun was overjoyed at once.

After the danger disappeared, he treated Chen Yi like a merchant for the first time, grabbing Chen Yi's hand and laughing hehe, saying, "Merchant Chen, we have prepared everything you wanted."

He led Chen Yi to the center of the village to see, and ordered the villagers to take out all the equipment stored at home.

Whether it was smiling faces or numerous equipment bows and arrows, both represented a grand harvest.

Chen Yi was not in a hurry to put things away; he first asked, "How did you do it? Tell me about it?"

The Village Chief said proudly, "Good," using the Chinese way of speaking. He also took out a bottle of fruit wine from his pitch-black room and invited Chen Yi to drink.

The fruit wine was sweet, with little astringency, but too much dregs. Probably because there wasn't a good filtration device, but it was still quite refreshing to drink.

The weather on the West Continent was extremely hot; Chen Yi took a big gulp and asked again, "How did you do it?"

He wanted to observe how the local natives did business—in other words, whether it was suitable for doing business.

The talent for business was not simple transaction; it was also a kind of understanding and life—In the early days of China's reform and opening up, people in some regions were always willing to work hard at business; some made a lot, others went bankrupt, but in other regions, people were more willing to take a meager salary and control more people's political lives.

Chen Yi hoped Yun Village was in the south of the hot West Continent, a people willing to conduct commercial transactions, a people willing to place material life above political life; if not, the situation would be completely different.

Commercial transactions needed agents.

Political life needed bridgeheads.

Village Chief Yun did not know that his following speech would decide the fate of the entire village. Actually, like most people, few knew which sentence they said ultimately decided a lifetime's fate.

"We did just as you said, first exchanging with many villages: Sha Cun, Mu Village, Shi Cun, Shang Yun Village. At first, we followed the prices you said, but later, things weren't enough..."

"Not enough?"

"Yeah, just Sha Cun and Mu Village wanted to take all the knives, and there were iron pots—who doesn't need those things? Then there's Shang Yun Village; they also like leather shoes, sitting on riding beasts is incredibly comfortable, and they don't wear out easily. But there weren't enough goods, so a Yun Village trader said they'd pay three times the original price for twice the goods, and the prices kept rising..." The Village Chief's voice grew lower and lower as he spoke. Obviously, although he had raised prices because he very much wanted material rewards, as a native, he did not feel proud of such behavior.

Chen Yi smiled with satisfaction and said, "You made quite a bit, didn't you?"

"Made?" The Village Chief couldn't understand the word.

"Go on." Chen Yi laughed heartily.

The Village Chief scratched his head. He wasn't old, just over fifty, but his hair was almost falling out. He didn't understand why Chen Yi was laughing, and simply narrated: "We bought some slaves, made bows and arrows ourselves, made a great many..."

"Very good, very good." Chen Yi nodded repeatedly. Buying effort was equivalent to hiring workers; although the types differed, the nature was comparable. It showed the Village Chief intended to expand production—that was a wonderful thing.

After drinking his fill of fruit wine, Chen Yi wandered around under the Village Chief's guidance. They were building a stockade around the village, with wood either chopped from outside or transported from Mu Village. Given this social structure, their speed could be considered extremely fast.

The people of Yun Village exuded a scent of hope. What they had received was truly beyond their imagination—a single iron pot or iron sword could be a family's entire fortune, yet in the past half month they had obtained 50 percent of the rights to 5 kilograms of Wu Li Fang supplies. Now, at least among the young people, all were in a frenzy.

Yun Ba was one of their representative figures.

When Chen Yi laid out all the supplies, preparing to exchange them for goods, he discovered that Yun Ba had brought out far more goods than he had—at least a hundred bows, neatly hung on wooden shelves, looking quite impressive. As for the arrows, there were even more, bundles of twenty hanging all over a riding beast.

That poor beast lay at the edge of the village, its body covered entirely with sharp implements.

"How do you have so many?" Chen Yi found it unbelievable. Even someone as capable as the Village Chief owned only fifty bows and arrows, and those were distributed to him after the village's unified exchange.

Yun Ba rubbed his calloused palm on the ground and grinned: "I exchanged iron pots for wood at Mu Village, transported it to Sha Cun to exchange for iron, then used iron and knives to exchange for bows and arrows at Lie Village, and ended up with more than I started with..."

Chen Yi wore the smile of a leader, as if he had seen a loyal and wise Red Guard.