Chapter 852 The Rest Is Mine

No wonder the Persian commander was crying. Ever since these two hammermen appeared in Liumang State, they had been tormented to death.

And Zhuang Buyuan naturally made a lot of money with these two hammers.

Although the Liumang State failed to pay the bill at first, Zhuang Buyuan immediately earned 18 million U.S. dollars in "delivery fees" from the Persian State, and by the way, he also sold two tanks for another 18 million U.S. dollars; in less than a day, Time, the same situation happened again. From the garrison in Persia, Zhuang Buyuan earned 72 million knives, nearly 500 million in state currency, and Arctic Wolf and Nasunlia Military Industrial Group each made half of it.

In addition to the 3 Luo earned by Wen Liuquan from Liumang Prefecture, the total is 336 million in state currency.

Two hammer men can definitely earn 800 million.

Now that Zhuang Buyuan is driving two hammer men to Liumangzhou again, will there be another round of money traps?

In the car, Sampras said cheerfully: "Praise to Persia State, Your Majesty, all our money has arrived! A total of 36 million knives! 36 million knives!"

The car was quiet for a while.

Everyone was shocked by this huge number.

They have worked hard all their lives, but they can't make so much money!

And how long has it been?

After the silence, the car suddenly boiled, and even the rusty iron alloy chariot almost had its roof ripped off.

"We're getting rich, we're getting rich, we're getting rich!"

"I'm a rich man! I finally got rich!"

"Daddy, daddy, how much money can each of us get?"

"Yes, yes, do the math, do the math!"

"We still have 21 people. The king will get double, dad will get double, and if the others divide it evenly..."

"Your Majesty, take double?" Another mercenary next to him slapped him: "Your Majesty, you must take at least half!"

"Half is okay, there is still 18 million left, one person can share close to 1 million!"

Being a mercenary is not a high-paying job. People become mercenaries only if they have no other skills and cannot do other hard work. In most cases, the majority of their mission commissions will be taken away by the companies they are affiliated with. When I get it, I don't have much money left in my hand. I still have to give pensions to my dead brothers and treat my injured brothers. It would be nice to have a few money left in a year.

There is a word called millionaire. As long as you manage your finances reasonably and don't be too extravagant, you can basically achieve financial freedom.

Zhuang Buyuan glanced at these people and said, "What, do you plan to divide the money and break up now?"

"Disperse?" Except for a few mercenaries who looked tired, everyone else shook their heads wildly: "Of course not, we want to fight you, the king!"

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty, this money can allow my father to live in peace in his old age. You just bought my life. From today on, my life is yours!"

Now Zhuang is not far away, and there are already several crazy fans and fanatical followers.

Zhuang Buyuan smiled slightly and said, "I have an idea about this money."

Everyone stared at Zhuang Buyuan with wide eyes.

"We cannot spend this money indiscriminately, nor can we distribute it indiscriminately." Zhuang Buyuan's words made many people's expressions change. Why did they throw their lives and blood? Of course it's to make money.

Money doesn't matter, no amount of rhetoric is of any use.

"First of all, we have to spend 8.88 million dollars to buy this tank." Zhuang Buyuan patted the big guy next to him, "We are just trying out this tank, I don't want to give it back again. "

So we were just trying it out? Also, how can the king have the money to buy such an expensive chariot!

But this is a good trial, a wonderful trial! You made so much money after just one trial!

"Yes, yes, yes!" Everyone nodded. This tank was so powerful and popular that they could not imagine what they would do without it.

"Then I want to buy another one."

Now I'm a little confused. Is it necessary to buy another one?

Several people roared from the roof of the car: "What the hell, whoever objects to buying another car will sit on the roof of the car from now on!"

Not only is it completely unsafe to ride on the roof of a car, the wind and sun are also unpleasant.

And they really felt the benefits of this tank. If it hadn't been for this tank, they wouldn't have been able to make this money in the first place.

What would happen if there was another one?

How cool it is to think of two tanks galloping on the battlefield, amidst the artillery fire as if they were in no man's land!

"But don't worry, I can get a discount from my friend. This kind of tank costs only 6 million dollars."

The mercenaries were flattering again, and those who were originally dissatisfied were overjoyed. It was so cheap, so of course they had to buy it! Are you still a human being if you don’t buy it?

Sampras also nodded, took out a small notebook, and wrote down the account.

"We lost 11 brothers in this operation. Each of these brothers should be given a pension of 500,000 U.S. dollars."

Sampras shook his head and said: "There are two brothers, and there is no one at home anymore."

The carriage was filled with heavy sighs, but no one objected. Instead, there was a strange burning sensation, as if something was burning.

A $500,000 pension? In the past, if you died, you would be lucky to get 10,000 knives.

"How much is left after this?" Zhuang Buyuan asked Sampras.

"There are still 19.5 million." Sampras said.

"If he wants to leave, give him 1 million knives."

Everyone looked at each other, and three mercenaries stood up, a little ashamed, but also a little expectant.

"Everyone of the remaining people, except me, will share 100,000 knives first." The mercenaries looked at each other again.

This is too little.

"Your Majesty, I don't want any money, and I don't have anyone at home." Sampras said.

"Me too, Your Majesty, I don't have anyone at home anymore, so I just want to follow you, Your Majesty!" Two other mercenaries said, they can be regarded as Zhuang Buyuan's cronies.

"Take it as you are told." Zhuang Buyuan said, "How many are left now?"

"14.8 million..."

"Okay, the rest is mine." Zhuang Buyuan said.

There was silence in the carriage.

Your Majesty, can you be more shameless?

Your Majesty, are you really not afraid that we will mutiny and tie you to the fire to roast the bird?

The mercenaries wanted to pick up their guns now and beat Zhuang Buyuan into a sieve.

…

Zhuang Buyuan jumped out of his room.

He was as happy as a 1.8-meter-old child.

I've made money, I've made money~

It’s so easy and fun to make money lately!

Praise me, praise me, you can make money even playing trumpet!

Then I saw that in the conference room of the master room, the manor's stewards and deacons were all there, discussing something seriously.

"What meeting are you having? What are you discussing?" Zhuang Buyuan came recently, sat down and asked.

"Manor owner, we are calculating the minimum amount of money needed to build the manor town."

"Oh, did anything come out of the discussion?" Zhuang Buyuan sat down carelessly, "How much is needed?"

With the speed at which we make money, we can earn you any amount of money!

"170 billion."

Zhuang Buyuan froze: "How much?"

(Amount reference: News reports indicate that the reconstruction funds for a famous earthquake area in the state totaled 1.7 trillion. Public data show that the annual fiscal revenue of a district in a second-tier city is more than 10 billion, which is already very low in terms of 10-year fiscal revenue. A city Compared with a company, the efficiency of making money and spending money is not at the same level. It is simply too difficult to be rich...)