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Chapter 78 The Desert Mercenaries Who Stir Up Trouble: A Sleepyhead's Pillow Has Been Delivered

Chapter 78 The Desert Mercenaries Who Stir Up Trouble: A Sleepyhead's Pillow Has Been Delivered, Perfect for Testing Themselves.

"My dearest! My most, most, most beloved Mr. Anil!" Dolly rushed to Chen Bo, grabbing his arm tightly with both hands, her face flushed with excitement: "Name your price! How many Mora are you willing to sell these treasures for?"

Chen Boxian asked, "Dolly, I want to quickly ignite the market in Xumi. What price do you think others would find irresistible?"

Dolly thought about it seriously: "The machines made by those students of the Mysticism School cost around three or four hundred thousand Mora each, require frequent maintenance, and their capabilities are relatively average."

"Your machine is small but very practical and can completely replace mercenaries. If the cost is only half that of mercenaries, it should sell very well. However, ordinary machines, with frequent use, will basically require a lot of Mora for major maintenance every five years. This is common knowledge."

"Therefore, choosing to price it at two years' salary for mercenaries is a good idea, 100,000 Mora should be quite competitive, but I don't know what your cost is."

"If the price is too high, it's more cost-effective to hire mercenaries."

"My cost is 50,000 Mora, we'll each make half," Chen Bo said, resting his chin on his hand. After a moment's thought, he added, "How about I give you a purchase price of 75,000 Mora per unit?"

"How much?!" Dolly was stunned.

"Seventy-five thousand Mora." Chen Bo repeated, "This thing should sell very well. The portion that ends up in your hands, one unit should cost over twenty thousand."

The cost is only 50,000?

This price is surprisingly low.

They can really dump products at a price of 100,000 Mora? This is like selling as many as you have.

Dolly's breathing became rapid.

Dolly immediately agreed: "I'll take all 350 units! As for Mora, I'll have someone deliver it to you later."

"Deal," Chen Bo readily agreed.

Chen Bo explained to Dolly in detail how control should be transferred.

Facial recognition, voiceprint recognition.

Of course, Chen Bo only told Dolly about the first floor.

The first layer is enough. Chen Bo will not requisition these sold mechs unless absolutely necessary.

Chen Bo had arranged to meet Dolly at the time she was promoting the mecha, and he would go to watch.

Chen Bo went home and continued designing his Hulkbuster series of armor.

The next morning.

Dori Sangomahabai felt her heart beating in unison with Mora's.

For this day, she spent a lot of Mora. She chartered several of the largest cargo ships in Omosport for a day, not to transport spices or carpets, but 350 cold, metallic lumps.

Omos Port is a bustling commercial port in Xumi, and its main customers are mostly local businesses.

The sun beat down on the dock, and the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea, the spiciness of spices, and the clamor of various creatures.

Sailors shouted as they carried goods, and merchants haggled over prices at their stalls.

Suddenly, a series of heavy, orderly footsteps instantly drew everyone's attention.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound.

A strange group of people walked off the ship on their own.

Three hundred and fifty small mechs, arranged in two neat columns, marched with perfect precision.

They have no fancy decorations, only cold metallic lines and a single eye that flashes red light.

The crowd automatically parted, creating a passage.

"What is this? A new toy from the Order of the Fathers?"

"It looks amazing—is it a mechanical doll from Fontainebleau?"

"No, things from Fontainebleau aren't this ugly. Their mechanical dolls are very beautiful."

Amid everyone's curiosity, this steel legion stopped in the most open central square of the port.

Dolly stepped out of the crowd and lightly jumped onto a pre-prepared cargo box.

She wore her most gorgeous outfit today, with a jewel-encrusted headscarf that shimmered in the sunlight, drawing everyone's attention.

She cleared her throat and greeted them warmly: "My dear guests, my esteemed gentlemen! Good morning!"

Are you still worried about your hired mercenaries running away halfway through the journey? Are you still tossing and turning at night, fearing your goods will be stolen? Are you still exhausted by those drunken guards who demand exorbitant prices?

A series of questions precisely hit the sore spots of all the businessmen present.

Many people wore expressions of empathy and bitterness; they were all merchants, and who hadn't suffered losses in this regard?

Dolly, seeing that the time was right, began to introduce the equipment.

"Now! Your savior has arrived! I, Dolly Sangomahabai, am honored to bring you..."

She pointed to the steel array behind her, her voice rising eight octaves: "A revolutionary technological marvel, your most loyal business partner—Guardian 1, the fully automated security mech!"

"It doesn't eat! It doesn't drink! It doesn't sleep! It won't betray you! And it won't ask you for kickbacks! All you need is a single grass element crystal to make it move."

"For a mere 100,000 Mora! For just 100,000 Mora! You can bring home an eternally loyal, tireless, and invincible guardian!"

"One hundred thousand Mora?"

The moment the price was announced, the crowd erupted in uproar.

"Boss Dolly isn't joking, is she? One hundred thousand? I asked the students of the Mystic Theory School last time, and they said even a simple sweeping contraption they made costs three hundred thousand!"

"Yeah, this price—it's way too cheap. Will it even work?"

"That sounds good. If it's really like she said, I'd be willing to buy it for 200,000, let alone 100,000!"

"This price is really cheap."

The merchants' eyes lit up; whether something was good or not depended on its price.

The price is very attractive. Even if it's not very useful, several merchants are planning to buy it to satisfy their curiosity.

Just as the merchants were eager to approach and inquire further, a harsh shout rang out.

"Get the hell out of my way!"

The crowd was roughly pushed aside, and a group of burly, gilded members of a brigand swaggered in.

The leader was a one-eyed man with a hideous scar on his face.

He was a well-known mercenary leader in the area, "One-Eyed" Rashid.

He walked up to a mech and looked it up and down with disdain.

"You think this piece of junk can protect the caravan?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his foot, which was clad in an iron boot, and kicked the mechanoman hard in the shin.

"when!"

A crisp metallic clang.

The mech was kicked into the air and crashed heavily to the ground.

However, seemingly without any damage, the mech stood up on its own, quickly returned to its original position.

It's not broken.

Rashid was also a little surprised that the kick hadn't ruined him.

That's pretty impressive.

However, Rashid still had something to say: "See that! Inanimate objects are just inanimate objects! They don't even react! When they encounter a real enemy, these things are just a pile of scrap metal! We mercenaries are irreplaceable."

Dolly had originally hired mercenaries for combat testing.

But I never expected that someone would bring me a pillow when I was sleepy. I can't let this free opportunity go to waste.

The mercenaries you hire won't get beaten up, and you can save a lot of Mora.