Ping An Hotel, located on the outskirts of Zhaozhong City, is more of a three-story building run by local farmers to earn extra income than a hotel. Due to the land auction, hotels in this small city are fully booked, so some farmers with larger houses in the surrounding area have also cleaned up their rooms and furnished them with old furniture to attract customers. Because it's cheap and doesn't require real-name registration, many people are willing to stay there despite the poor security conditions.

In a room on the second floor of the hotel facing the street, nine men dressed as locals, with dark skin, were gathered around a round table, eating a plate of peanuts and drinking two bottles of "Zhaozhong Laojiao," a local specialty. The room was filled with smoke and a pungent odor.

“Brother, I’ve already checked. Those Linzhou customers are definitely leaving tomorrow.” A thin man with a pointed face picked up a peanut, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it. Then, he hesitated and asked, “However, I heard that this time, several powerful noble families in Guizhou City have gotten involved, and the local bigwigs have also made their voices heard on the streets. If we embarrass them, our future ‘medicine’ business might be…”

“If this deal really goes through, what’s the point of doing the ‘pharmaceutical’ business anymore…” A middle-aged man with a prominent scar on his cheek, bulging muscles, and mixed-race features picked up his glass and took a sip. “These past few years, chemically synthesized drugs have been all the rage in the Southeast. Our local products from the Southwest aren’t doing so well anymore. The cops on the border are cracking down harder and harder, and it’s not easy to make money. Last month, we even lost two brothers, and all the money we earned went to waste… If this keeps up, will our brothers starve?”

"As you all know, this auction in Zhaozhong was huge. According to yesterday's media reports, just one stone sold for 3 million. Those wealthy people from the Southeast are really rich..."

“3 million… Damn, how many girls could that buy…” A short, stocky man with rolled-up sleeves revealing tattoos on his arms muttered, scratching his crotch.

"You're so bad, you'll die a hundred times over on a woman's belly!" someone joked from the side.

"If we do well this time, we can make at least 10 billion. These guys are the ones who stole the show at this auction. It's not unreasonable to let them use their profits to buy their lives, is it?" The scarred middle-aged man rubbed his wine glass, a smile appearing on his face, though it looked more like a sinister grin. "When the time comes, the brothers will divide the money, cross the border and hide in Bago. Once things calm down, we'll find a way to go to the Western Continent. With the money, each of us brothers can buy land and become a rich man."

“I’ve heard that in some small countries, it’s not uncommon to buy a nobleman…” a man with a mustache and a refined appearance said at the opportune moment.

"If that's the case, then we'll truly stand out from the crowd!" Even the sharp-faced man who had initially hesitated murmured, his eyes seemingly shining.

"Let me state this in advance: this time, I'll only take 30%, the rest will be split equally among you brothers." The scarred middle-aged man waved his hand generously.

"Brother is righteous and benevolent!"

"Our eldest brother treats his brothers exceptionally well!"

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