My Players Are So Fierce

1156: 391.

Oh no, the village chief is a heretic_2

1156: 391.

Oh no, the village chief is a heretic_2

Ah, there’s a reason why Cunning Magicians are called Heretics on this continent.

Even I, a card-carrying Cunning Magician, feel like the spells I’m using are rather nefarious.

“So, tell me, what do you plan to do here?”

“Invest, what else?

Don’t you need startup capital for your casino?

What’s our relationship, brother?

Could I really let you run off to the administrative office to get a grueling loan for your venture?

Look!

The investment for the angel round is right here.

Take it and use it.”

Little Brother Fu tossed a Psychic package from his waist onto the table with a thud, and then extended a hand to Old Huo, saying:

“Give me a few of those resentful spirit seeds.

I think they’d make great traps.

As a Beast Summoner, professional Swordsman, and amateur Hunter, I’ll definitely find them useful in the future.”

Biyue, who was next to him, curiously took out the contents of the Psychic package.

With a whoosh and clatter, forty gold bars bearing the Westerburg Vault emblem smashed onto the table, their weight making the table creak ominously.

The sight of such valuable items heaped together also made the four girls’ eyes go wide.

They had seen gold bricks in the real world, but here’s the thing: this was Transylvania!

Players had entered the game just over three months ago—could someone really bring out such wealth all at once?

With a casual display of wealth, Little Brother Fu had even stunned Old Huo.

He knew his childhood friend had been up to things in the game, but hadn’t inquired into the details.

Now, it seemed he had truly underestimated his old friend, who had shown not the slightest hint of business Talent.

“The forums are all speculating that Little Wei Ming is the game’s top rich woman, but their information channels are really narrow.

You, my friend!

You are currently the wealthiest player, bar none!”

Life is pretty good laughed heartily, not the least bit bashful, and gestured for the professional accountant Xiuhua to take the gold bars for inventory as the startup capital for the casino.

Then he put his arm around Little Brother Fu’s shoulder, walking out of the room with him.

They chatted under the moonlit courtyard.

Because he had accepted Little Brother Fu’s investment, with a duty to his investor, Life is pretty good explained his plan to Little Brother Fu as concisely as possible.

Touching Your Poverty himself wasn’t interested in business and he hadn’t pulled out so much money just because he was playing the game as a Goblin.

It was mainly because the Happy Stick and Tiger Leopard Cavalry Brothers he “sponsored” were sufficiently effective.

From this perspective, even though Little Brother Fu didn’t love money, his fortune was indeed quite good.

And after hearing Life is pretty good’s plan, Little Brother Fu frowned and said:

“Your plan is good, but how do you intend to get the Northerners’ merchants to willingly come spend their money here?

They aren’t fools, opening a casino in the poor and desolate Transylvania is clearly an attempt to fleece them.”

“I don’t need to lure them, I don’t even have to make any efforts.”

Life is pretty good slowly shook his head, saying:

“The Northerners’ first stop upon entering Transylvania will inevitably be Bataxin City, while currently, Crimson Castle is the only large city in Transylvania.

If they want to make money, they can only roam around these two places.

My village is near Crimson Castle, and the second village is close to Bataxin.

I’ve already struck a strategic partnership with the chief of the latter village, ‘Pink Kitty Bunny.’

He plans to monopolize Transylvania’s logistics and transportation, and these days he’s been mass-producing carriages.

Once the Northerners’ merchants take rides there, a fixed route will pass by my village.

I will set up an official reception point here.

It’s required by the administrative office, and once they get off the ride and have had their meal, they’re bound to want to wander around.

By then, a nearby casino will cater to most people’s idle leisure.

You see, the geographical union of the two villages can achieve an effect greater than the sum of its parts; you get what I mean?

That’s the geographical advantage!

Later on, I’ll go through the Mason Brothers’ Association, let Professor Chen plan the roads, and connect Village One and Village Two directly to Bataxin with a road.

That way, as long as people aren’t lazy, isn’t it an easy thing to do after they have filled their bellies?

Moreover, I’ve observed that this continent’s cultural backdrop is akin to the Middle Ages—their entertainment options are scarce!

We, the Warriors from Another World, have a responsibility to bring more advanced forms of entertainment to this spiritually impoverished land: baccarat, Blackjack, Bullfight, slot machines, not to mention the simplest coin pushers and claw machines, and the most thrilling dice games.

I specifically consulted with Loyal Brother.

He told me these things may not exist yet, but their principles aren’t hard to understand.

He and his little Tutor will study them a bit more, and it won’t take much time to create them!”

“Awesome!”

Hearing Old Huo’s well-thought-out analysis, Little Brother Fu couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up.

He had always known that his childhood friend was clever and cunning.

While he went off to study, Old Huo had already entered the family business to make money, and while he was losing money starting his own company, Life is pretty good had expanded a small company of thirty into a large company of nearly a thousand employees.

Old Huo’s business and social networking talent completely overshadowed Little Brother Fu, something Touching Your Poverty himself admitted.

But he really hadn’t expected his childhood friend to bring this business talent to Transylvania and succeed in leveraging it, which made him happy for his buddy.