My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1168 - 395. The trial operation was a huge success, next up is starting to transform into a slave trader - [Monthly Ticket additional 2/10]_2

Chapter 1168: 395. The trial operation was a huge success, next up is starting to transform into a slave trader - [Monthly Ticket additional 2/10]_2

There’s nothing bad about it for everyone.

The only pity is that Farm No. 4, ’Lost Island,’ is a bit far from us and the area is mountainous with difficult traffic."

"So you already have plans for the future development of Lim Baron’s domain?"

Life is pretty good inquired with curiosity:

"Where do you think the endpoint of our farm’s future development path is?"

"That’s hard to say."

Meow bunny toyed with his cane and thought for a moment before answering:

"The location of the five farms is very delicate. Old Chen clearly intended to create a ’production core’ in the Lim Baron’s domain through the union of settlements. Based on my estimate, if the farms can maintain unity without divergence, the final result will be us coming together to form an urban area.

From the topography, Novice Village is most suitable for building a city. The remaining four farms could serve as satellite towns for this city, and I reckon that’s also Lord Morphy’s plan."

"In other words, the first player City Lord of Transylvania will be selected from among us five village heads? No wonder you’re giving up being the assistant secretary of the administrative office to become a village head. You’ve got big ambitions."

Old Huo squinted his eyes.

He knew why Meow bunny had taken the initiative to talk to him about this. Old Huo rolled his eyes and spoke softly to Meow bunny:

"I can give you my full support, but I want to ensure the interests of my ’Treasure Bay.’ You know what I mean, right?"

"It’s too early to talk about that, Boss Huo."

Meow bunny, a cautious yet cunning middle-aged man, waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Let’s get through the Black Disaster first, then we can talk about future developments. But if I become the administrative Governor of Lim Baron’s domain, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to give up the profits that the commercial hub of the territory could bring.

Besides, I didn’t come out to be a village head just to become a City Lord. To put it in a more youthful way, my ambitions aren’t that small."

Pink Kitty Bunny adjusted his tall hat and said softly:

"As Transylvania’s influence expands, Miss Milian won’t always be the Governor. She’ll be promoted too... you see, this land is what we helped Sir Morphy conquer. This is our homeland on this continent, so why shouldn’t we have the right to control and manage it?

The area of Transylvania is about the size of a province and a half in the central part of the country.

A Governor...

That’s something you couldn’t get in real life no matter what, so indulging in the game satisfies my little expectations."

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Old Huo laughed heartily, bending over to salute Pink Kitty Bunny:

"Then, let me salute the future second Governor! But I have a little question, which you don’t have to answer."

"You say, I always have a duty to address the concerns of a partner."

"Brother, with your momentum, your ambition, and your steady yet bold style of handling things, you really earn my admiration, but why would you choose such a name for yourself... it doesn’t fit at all!"

"Er, wait till you have a darling daughter and a Black Heart Little Cotton Padded Jacket, then you’ll understand why."

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"Click"

A mechanical lever was pulled down with a quality feel, causing the gears and levers to activate and set the three rows of reels on top of the table machine spinning rapidly. The symbols representing various local beasts of Transylvania started whirling at a dizzying pace, then gradually slowed down under the "pseudo-random program" of the Calculating Pearl within the unique machine.

Surrounding the machine, several extravagantly dressed youths, some displaying Beilao style, held their breath with wine glasses in hand.

Especially the slightly inebriated young man sitting in front of the machine, who stared intently at the spinning reels, murmuring:

"Griffin! Griffin! I’ll take a Griffin too!"

"Snap"

The first symbol settled on a golden Griffin, causing the young man to clench his fists.

The second symbol followed suit, presenting the griffin again, and by now the young men and women around the machine had begun to cheer. When the third reel stopped and the third griffin appeared before everyone, the tipsy young man rose to his feet, threw his fists in the air, and roared.

It seemed as if all the anger and frustration from losing thirteen times in a row was transformed into the sweetest joy and victory in that moment—he’d won back all his lost chips from that round, plus one-third more.

"Ha ha ha."

The young man, as strapping as a bear, laughed and put his arm around his flamboyant lover’s waist, who adeptly bestowed the night’s luckiest person with a passionate kiss.

As the machine’s cashbox unlocked, the clattering of chips falling into the box was such a pleasant sound, as if the allure of the Gold Coins was urging the eager bystanders to roll up their sleeves and try their luck.

There were six of these mechanical gambling machines placed by the side of the hall in Treasure Bay, already surrounded by family heirs of Beilao tycoons.

Young people always fancy such novel things.

Especially when the gameplay is straightforward yet thrilling and cool enough, it quickly becomes a new favorite in entertainment.

But the older folks didn’t care for such overt gambling on luck; they found it lacked any skill. They preferred to taste real victory and sweetness through their own maneuvers.

For example, next to the mechanical gambling area were four smooth black stone tables, where three well-connected merchants sat in luxurious velvet chairs, each holding three Transylvanian playing cards in hand and watching each other’s expressions and subtle movements to guess the other’s trump card.