Victor was sitting in a tavern box in Neverwinter, flipping through the latest trade bill.
Unlike the noisy hall downstairs, this is undoubtedly a high-end residence. The floor is covered with woolen blankets, and there is a heated kang under the soft couch. From entering the room to lying down, your feet will not feel the slightest chill.
According to his request, the store also installed a movable wooden table board next to the soft couch, which will not hinder the usual rest, and can be used as a low table when needed. Especially in the winter when the wind and snow are whistling, half-sitting on the couch to do errands can be regarded as a kind of enjoyment.
At this moment, on his left is a plate of roasted golden chicken breast slices, and on his right is a cup of chaotic purple drink. Regardless of the taste, this meal alone is worth ten golden dragons.
As a bright-faced jeweler, and in fact the fourth son of the Losar family, these are huge expenses in the eyes of ordinary people, but they are nothing to him. Spending a golden dragon to let himself enjoy the comfort brought by wealth has become his subconscious action, and whether it is worth it is not in his consideration.
After visiting the first show of the giant machine called "Train" two months ago, he bought a house on the third floor of this tavern and used it as his business residence.
Of course, with his wealth, even buying a property or two is not difficult, but Victor prefers this detached feeling of being in a tranquility and feeling the hustle and bustle of the ground floor. Compared with the big mansion favored by traditional aristocrats, he always yearned for places like taverns.
Not just for the convenience of negotiating business with various caravans.
If there is anything that can most intuitively reflect the vitality and commercial prosperity of a city, it must be a tavern in a downtown area.
After turning the last page, Victor closed the sheepskin book in his hand and picked up the glass of crystal clear drink. Under the candlelight, the violet-red liquid is like a beautiful gem.
There's been a little trouble with the bill recently.
That is, he has not received rough gemstones in the West for a long time.
The battle for the king has brought great changes to the situation in Graycastle. The city was destroyed by the war, and the nobles no longer have fiefs. These changes have caused the prices of luxury goods to drop again and again. To maintain the original profit, it is necessary to increase sales. . But if there is no rough stone, it is impossible for his jewelers to conjure gems.
Longsong Fortress was originally a large source of rough stones for him, but after Roland Wimbledon announced the establishment of Neverwinter, the source of rough stones became increasingly scarce. He has visited the Changge District several times and found that all the mining areas there have been acquired by the young king. It was as if they had all disappeared out of thin air.
That's right, he hasn't found a jewelry store in Neverwinter yet.
Either sell the rough stone to make a profit, or invest a sum of money to make a gem and make a profit, the lord's methods are nothing more than these two. For the former, he can earn the price difference, and the latter can cooperate to sell whether it is a sales channel or further processing into jewelry, he has the strength that the other party cannot refuse.
But the king did not even leave him the way to intervene.
It's as if Roland Wimbledon didn't plan to use gems to make money at all.
This made Victor a little distressed.
He also tried to sell the finished jewelry to Neverwinter, and the result was also very bad. It is impossible for commoners anywhere to afford such expensive commodities, which often cost dozens of golden dragons. They have always only supplied wealthy noble families to meet their needs to show off and compare at banquets. But there is no noble in the traditional sense!
Yes, such a huge new city, but lack of interest in jewelry, this is something he did not expect.
I have been to Neverwinter many times, and I have only bought goods here, but rarely sold them. The accounts in the sheepskin book show a tendency to be one-sided.
This is undoubtedly an unhealthy signal.
The appearance of the train has made Victor realize that the future has arrived, but it is not evenly distributed and in order to better expand his business, he naturally wants to go to the place closest to the future. It was also his inevitable choice to shift the focus of business from the old capital to the new capital.
The question is what will happen without this industry in the future
He is not short of money, even if he does nothing, he can enjoy a prosperous life. But he had to prove his ability in the trade, leaving those businessmen who coveted the family and "dark money" speechless.
He couldn't let his father down.
Just when Victor was thinking about how to solve this problem, the noise downstairs suddenly increased several times, and even the floorboard trembled slightly.
It's still early for the night. It shouldn't be the time for the drinkers to be happy. Did something happen
He rang the brass bell calling for the maid.
"Excuse me." Soon a beautiful woman pushed the door and walked in, "What are your orders?"
At the moment when the door was opened, the noise suddenly increased a lot, and he seemed to hear someone reading something aloud.
Victor pointed to the door, "What happened downstairs?"
"Sorry, my lord, have they disturbed you?" The maid smiled apologetically, "This is also impossible. After all, today is the day when the newspaper is on sale, and everyone is rushing to buy it."
"Newspapers?" he repeated awkwardly.
"Yes, His Majesty issued an announcement a week ago, saying that it will be used to replace the publicity column in the square. Everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time, and they all want to see what the newspaper is."
Oh, did something new come out? As expected of the new capital, Victor suddenly became interested, "How much does it sell for?"
"I heard that one serving is ten bronze eagles."
"Buy me one too... no, ten!" he said immediately.
"Yes." Not long after the maid ran downstairs, she quickly ran back out of breath, "Sir, sir... All the newspapers that were sent have been sold out."
"So fast?" Victor blinked in surprise. If it was a commodity, it would be too good to sell. But this is not difficult for him at all, isn't it just throwing money, "Then buy it from the person 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 will be yours!"
"Yes! Sir!" The girl said with a smile.
Half an hour later, six stacks of gray-white newspapers were handed to him.
"The price below has risen to twenty silver wolves, I have tried my best..." said the maid Qiqiai Ai.
Is this seeing someone sitting on the ground and raising prices in the case of a large number of acquisitions? And the other party's expression obviously exposed her thoughts in her heart. Although she did not complete the task, she was reluctant to hand over the remaining money. Victor didn't care, "What's your name?"
"Linglong, my lord."
"Keep the money," he shook the newspaper in his hand. "Also, can you read this with me?"
Now that food and wine are available, it is self-evident that what is lacking. The other party's lightly panting chest, and the fine sweat from the tip of his nose, all exuded a youthful vigor, and seeing more aristocratic women, this kind of clumsy girl has a different flavor. What's more, the other party is a resident of Neverwinter City. If you encounter any incomprehension, you can ask her what it is.
"Master Victor..." The maid lowered her head, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and after a while, she bit her lip and nodded, and whispered back, "I do."
"Hahaha," he smiled and patted the soft couch, "Then thank you for being with me."