Victor sat in a private room of a tavern in Neverwinter, looking through the recent trade bills.
Unlike the noisy hall downstairs, this was undoubtedly a high-end room. The floor was covered with a woolen carpet, and there was a fireplace under the soft couch. From the moment he entered the room to the moment he laid down, his feet would not feel cold at all.
According to his request, the innkeeper also added a movable wooden table next to the couch. It would not hinder him from resting, and it could be used as a short table when needed. Especially in the winter when the wind and snow were howling, it was a kind of enjoyment to do business while sitting on the couch.
At this moment, there was a plate of golden chicken breast slices on his left, and a cup of dark purple Chaos Drink on his right. Regardless of the taste, this meal alone was worth 10 Golden Dragon.
As a jewelry merchant on the surface, but in fact, he was the fourth son of the Lothar family. These expenses, which were considered huge in the eyes of ordinary people, were nothing to him. Spending a sum of Golden Dragon to let himself enjoy the comfort brought by wealth had become a subconscious action, and he did not consider whether it was worth it or not.
Since two months ago, after visiting the first show of the giant machine called "Train", he bought a room on the third floor of this tavern and made it his business base.
Of course, with his wealth, it was not difficult to buy one or two properties, but Victor preferred this kind of feeling — being in a tranquil and yet able to feel the hustle and bustle of the lower level. Compared with the traditional big houses favored by the nobles, he always yearned for places like taverns.
It was not only for the convenience of business negotiations with various caravans.
If there was anything that could directly reflect the vitality and prosperity of a city, then it must be the taverns located in the downtown area.
After turning the last page, Victor closed the sheepskin book in his hand and picked up the crystal clear drink. Under the illumination of the candlelight, the purplish-red liquid was like a beautiful gem.
Recently, there was a little trouble with the bill.
That was, he had not received raw gemstones in the Western Region for a long time.
The battle for the throne had changed the situation in Graycastle greatly. The city had been destroyed by the flames of war, and the nobles no longer had their own fiefs. These changes had caused the prices of luxury goods to fall again and again. If they wanted to maintain their original profits, they had to increase their sales. But if there were no raw stones, the jewelry craftsmen under him would not be able to produce gems.
Longsong Stronghold used to be a large source of raw stones for him, but after Roland Wimbledon announced the establishment of Neverwinter, the source of raw stones became increasingly scarce. He had visited the Longsong Area several times and found that all the mines there had been taken over by the young king. This was not surprising, as it was the nature of a lord to amass wealth. What was strange was that the mines seemed to disappear into thin air after they were transported to the Border Area.
Yes, he had not found a single jewelry store in Neverwinter.
They could either sell the raw stones for a profit or invest a sum of money to make gems for a profit. There were only two ways for a lord to do this. If it was the former, he could earn the price difference, and if it was the latter, he could work together to sell. Whether it was the sales channel or the further processing into jewelry, he had the strength that the other party could not refuse.
But the King did not even leave him a way to intervene.
It was as if Roland Wimbledon did not intend to make money with gems at all.
This made Victor a little distressed.
He had also tried to sell the jewelry he made in Neverwinter, but the result was the same. No commoner in any place could afford such expensive goods that cost dozens of Golden Dragon. They had always been supplied to the rich aristocratic families to satisfy their need to show off and compare at banquets. But there was no aristocracy in the traditional sense here!
That's right, for such a huge new city to have no interest in jewelry, this was something he had not expected.
He had come to Neverwinter many times, but he had only bought goods here and rarely sold them. The accounts in the sheepskin book were one-sided.
This was undoubtedly an unhealthy sign.
The appearance of the train had made Victor realize that the future had come, but it was not evenly distributed. In order to better expand his business, he naturally had to go to the place that was closest to the future. It was also an inevitable choice for him to shift the focus of his business from the old king's city to the new king's city.
The problem was, what should he do without this industry in the future?
He was not short of money. Even if he did nothing, he could still enjoy a rich life. But he had to prove his ability in the trade, so that those businessmen who coveted his family and "black money" would be speechless.
He could not let his father down.
Just as Victor was thinking about how to solve this problem, the noise downstairs suddenly became several times louder, and even the floor trembled slightly.
It was still early, so it should not be the time for the drinkers to enjoy themselves. Did something happen?
He pulled the bell to call the maid.
"Excuse me." Soon, a beautiful woman pushed the door open and walked in. "What can I do for you?"
The moment the door opened, the noise suddenly became louder. He seemed to hear someone reading something loudly.
Victor pointed outside the door. "What's going on downstairs?"
"Sorry, sir. Did they disturb you?" The maid smiled apologetically. "It can't be helped. After all, today is the day the newspaper is on sale. Everyone is rushing to buy it."
"Newspaper?" He repeated awkwardly.
"Yes, His Majesty issued an announcement a week ago, saying that it will replace the bulletin board in the square. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time. They all want to see what the newspaper is."
"Oh, another new thing?" "As expected of the new king's city." Victor suddenly became interested. "How much is it?"
"I heard that one copy is ten bronze royals."
"Buy one... no, buy ten copies for me too!" He said immediately.
"Yes." Not long after the maidservant ran down the stairs, she quickly ran back, panting, "My, my lord... all the newspapers that were delivered have been sold out."
"So fast?" Victor blinked in surprise. If it was a commodity, it was too easy to sell. But this was not a problem for him at all. It was just throwing money. "Then buy it from the people who bought it. Money is not a problem!"
He threw a Golden Dragon into the maid's arms. "As long as you can buy it, the rest is yours!"
"Yes, sir!" Milord! "The girl said with a smile.
Half a quarter of an hour later, six stacks of gray newspapers were handed to him.
"The price below has risen to 20 silver royals. I've tried my best..." the maid stammered.
"Is she raising the price because someone is buying a lot?" The maid's expression clearly revealed her inner thoughts. Although she did not complete the task, she was reluctant to hand over the rest of the money. Victor did not care. "What's your name?"
"Linglong, sir."
"Keep the money." He waved the newspaper in his hand. "By the way, can you read this with me?"
Since he already had good food and wine, what he lacked was self-evident. The maid's chest was heaving up and down, and the fine sweat on the tip of her nose exuded a youthful aura. Roland had seen many noble women, and this slightly clumsy girl had a unique flavor. Moreover, she was a resident of Neverwinter. If there was anything he did not understand, he could ask her.
"Sir Victor..." The maid lowered her head, blushing. After a while, she bit her lip, nodded and replied in a low voice, "I do."
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