Chapter 144 The Orc’s Order

The old orc laughed, "Since our last meeting on the Avenue of the Eight Sages, I've been wanting to catch up with Brother Wang. Upon returning from a recent escort mission, I heard the good news. Brother Wang, you truly are versatile."

Recognizing the other party, Old Wang knew he had struck gold. He laughed heartily, "Big Brother is too kind. No wonder when I first came to the Blacksmith Tavern, Brother Kun treated me differently. Back then, I thought it was because of Hei Wukai's face. Ha ha, I was a bit puzzled at the time!"

Tai Kun looked a bit awkward, "Brother Wang, cough, cough, just call me Ah Kun."

"Each has their own way; no problem!" Wang Feng said casually.

Udagan also smiled. It always felt strange to hear such words from the most face-conscious humans, but no one found it odd. The human in front of them was just that kind of person.

"Old Black?"

Tai Kun smiled and explained in a low voice, "A young guy from the Yaksas clan who often comes to our bars for fun. He's quite skilled and ruthless. He and Brother Wang have a good relationship."

Udagan nodded, "If Brother Wang approves of him as a friend, he must be good."

"If Big Brother Udagan says so, I won't be modest!" Old Wang immediately raised his thumb and boasted, "Although I don't have great skills, my eye for people is usually very accurate. If someone isn't a true hero, they can't expect me to give them a second glance! Heroes like Big Brother Udagan, Brother Kun, and these two gentlemen beside you exude heroism from within. No matter how they disguise themselves, it can't hide their true nature. I admire them at first sight and will never misjudge them!"

"Being heroes, we must know each other's names." The old orc laughed and introduced Wang Feng, "This is Bahanel Chacha, who has been with me for over a decade. His 'Beast Transformation' is unparalleled, enough to match your Holy Sanctuary's heroes."

The tall orc near the entrance bowed slightly to Wang Feng. He looked more amiable than ordinary orcs, with less hair covering his body. If he wore human clothes, he could easily pass as a slightly rugged human.

Bahanel Chacha said with a smile, "Bahanel Chacha, I'm grateful for Brother Wang's help last time, sparing us public humiliation."

Orks do not bow, considering it an insult. For thousands of years, they have used hand gestures, which are simple yet convey a sense of grandeur.

"This is Urasaya," Udagan laughed, "Chacha's senior sister and wife. She's an expert in close combat and taught Tai Kun's freehand fighting. She's like an unacknowledged master to Tai Kun."

Tai Kun nodded repeatedly.

Tai Kun's master? A woman?

Old Wang was shocked. Tai Kun was strong, an awakened bloodline warrior, just hidden. And... damn, this is a woman? I always thought she was a man!

"Sister-in-law!" Old Wang said solemnly, "A heroine among women!"

Urasaya grinned, revealing her rugged yellow teeth, making it hard for Old Wang to associate her with femininity. It seemed orc aesthetics differed from humans. They probably valued strength, while what humans liked was superficial.

She bowed and said in a rugged voice, "Brother Wang, we're not good with words, but we owe you for last time. Orks settle debts clearly. If there's anything in the future, just tell Tai Kun."

"Much obliged." Old Wang took out three bottles of Eagle Eye and handed them over, "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts for you all. These bottles of Eagle Eye serve as a token of greeting. They're pure, unadulterated, not worth much, just for fun. Drinking a whole bottle guarantees a stronger effect than Brother Kun's mixed Warrior Rage!"

Politeness never hurts.

Everyone smiled and accepted the bottles. Udagan played with the Eagle Eye and said, "We actually wanted to talk about this Eagle Eye today."

Old Wang perked up, "Big Brother, go ahead!"

"The mixed drinks here sell well, but limited by space, it's small-scale." Udagan smiled, "I've tasted it; it suits our taste and stimulates our bloodlines. I plan to promote it widely in our clan. I wonder if Brother Wang can keep up with the demand. If not..."

Hearing this, Old Wang knew what was coming next. Another attempt to buy the formula!

To be honest, Old Wang felt tricked by Clara. Selling the root was foolish.

"Don't worry, Big Brother, production won't be a problem!" Old Wang interrupted Udagan, patting his chest, "As long as Big Brother Udagan places orders, I'll supply whatever you need!"

Udagan indeed wanted to buy the formula, but hearing Wang Feng's response, he did not insist. This kid reacts quickly. If he refused after Udagan asked, it would be awkward.

He smiled, "Good, let's start with ten thousand bottles. In the future, we hope to expand to a hundred thousand. When can you deliver?"

Old Wang hesitated. Could he handle this much? Was Udagan really the head of the beggars?

"Big Brother, this stuff has a shelf life. Too much might lose its effect." Wang Feng reminded him, "I have a principle: with true partners, honesty is key. Long-term business doesn't need tricks."

Udagan smiled, "Don't worry. Initially, we might need less, but once it spreads, it won't be a problem. Besides, we orcs handle most human cargo transport."

Old Wang understood. Orks mainly did physical labor in the League of Blades, including deliveries.

"Expanding production might take some time. Let's say two months," Old Wang pondered, "But once scaled up, delivery speed will improve. However..."

"Speak your mind, Brother Wang."

"Can we have a down payment?" Old Wang asked tentatively.

"How much?"

Old Wang's spirits lifted, without hesitation, "Six hundred thousand lios?"

Old Wang really wanted to leave. Although things were calm with the Nine Gods now, the storm would come eventually. After previous failures, the next attack would be devastating. He needed to leave soon!

Six hundred thousand wasn't enough. He planned to sell his Golden Body, which Soraka estimated would fetch around one million five hundred thousand lios. With the six hundred thousand advance, he could secure his α5 soul crystal and have some extra for contingencies.

A two-million-lios deal with nearly a third as a down payment wasn't excessive, but orcs were poor...

While calculating, Udagan smiled, "Sure, but I have one condition: all products sold outside Datura Empire must be through me."

"Exclusive! Understood!" Monopoly is the most profitable in any world.

Old Wang expected some negotiation, but Udagan agreed readily.

Old Wang instantly regretted it. Who spread the rumor that orcs were poor? Damn, he underestimated them. He should have asked for eight hundred thousand or even a million!

What position does Udagan hold in the orc clan? How can he command respect from Tai Kun and Azan Bancha, and have experts like Urasaya and Bahanel Chacha protect him? Now, he casually offers hundreds of thousands of lios.

By convention, a contract was necessary, though they weren't worried about Wang Feng running off with the money.

Not only the Nine Gods have loyalists; orcs do too. Living under the same sky, if Wang Feng breached the contract, orc retaliation would be deadlier than the Nine Gods.

Trust is built on strength.

...

The sixty thousand euros Udagun paid in advance was transferred directly to Old Wang's VIP card at the Jinbeibei Auction House as per Old Wang's request.

The next day, Old Wang specifically went to the Jinbeibei Auction House to find Soraka. As he reluctantly handed over the Golden Barrier, he meticulously counted the zeros on his card's balance several times.

Talking about money is vulgar; it's just that Old Wang has always had a particular interest in numbers. Seeing such a long string of zeros made him want to count them repeatedly. Counting them even helped ease the pain of selling the Golden Barrier.

Including the earnings from the previous days, even after paying out some material costs, the wealth on his card had risen to nearly eighty thousand euros.

Old Wang felt incredibly secure. Even if Soraka's valuation of the Golden Barrier was off or the auction didn't go as planned, taking the lowest possible value would still be enough to achieve his goal.

While waiting for news of the auction, Old Wang's tenure as the Rose Guild's president seemed to enter a rare two-day honeymoon period of leisure.

As the first disciple to become president in the Rose Guild's history, despite the controversy, he was undoubtedly in a position of great prestige and influence.

There wasn't much work in the Autonomous Council, or rather, there were no mandatory tasks. Even disputes among Holy Sanctuary disciples were handled by the heads of each division. Old Wang was responsible for the Rune Department, which only had three people—what kind of disputes could they have?

In essence, whether he was busy or not depended entirely on whether he, as the president, wanted to stir things up. The previous president, Luo Lan, loved stirring things up, but Old Wang did not. Occasionally, when activity applications came from various divisions, Old Wang didn't even bother to read them, simply signing off on them with a flourish.

Wasn't it just a bit of activity funding? It was just a small amount of money. People had written lengthy proposals and stayed up all night. Why be the bad guy and reject them? Helping others is helping oneself, especially since it wasn't his own money being spent...

This hands-off approach earned Old Wang quite a bit of goodwill. Coupled with the reputation he gained from eliminating Luo Lan, his reputation improved significantly. While those praising him might still be few, those criticizing him had indeed vanished.

Unfortunately, this peaceful and quiet life lasted only two days before trouble finally came knocking.