The merchants were a little trembling and looked flustered.
It was no wonder that anyone who found a row of Sarande riders in fine chain armor standing by the wall at the edge of the hall and holding a scimitar would feel trembling in their hearts.
But there is no way, no one wants to give up the salt trade this time, so they can only bite the bullet and salute Kant.
"It is a great pleasure to see you, my lord baron!"
These businessmen appear extremely humble.
"Yeah." Kant nodded, sitting in his seat without even moving, An Ran accepted their salute, but said lightly: "Sit down, there are many people here, if you don't have a seat, stand on."
His identity is here.
Being a baron is because these humble businessmen are not of the same noble class as him.
Even though there was no preparation and no hospitality, the group of merchants still didn't dare to say anything. Instead, they looked at each other and discussed in low voices, asking those merchants with high-ranking nobles as backers to sit down first.
There are also class and status among merchants.
As for those small businessmen, ordinary businessmen, they can only stand and watch with a smile.
But only 30 people can come in.
Except for 10 people who sat on both sides of the long table in the hall of the inn, smiling respectfully at Kant, the other 20 people stood at the end of the long table and listened quietly.
Obviously, some people want to eat meat and some people want to drink soup, so they negotiated it when they entered the post station.
Kant saw it, but didn't care.
As long as his salt can be sold, he doesn't care who can buy it or who can sell it.
Rolf also stood behind the door.
Although he doesn't know much about business, he came to this hall to protect Lord Kant's safety and to guard against any unusual abnormalities outside the inn. The cavalrymen waiting on their horses reacted quickly.
He is a nobleman and a vicious bandit leader, so he has a deep understanding of the cunning of the nobles, the cunning of the businessmen, and the desperation of the bandits.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case!
But in the hall, Kant discussed the salt trade with these merchants with a relaxed and normal expression.
Without too much nonsense, Kant, who had already taken the initiative, said directly: "I have 400 bags of finished fine white salt here, each bag of 100 large silver coins, and I can supply it every week, and I guarantee that in After one month, the weekly supply can reach 1,000 bags, I don’t know which of you can eat it!”
"This..." The merchants looked at each other in blank dismay, but none of them could answer. They just stared blankly at Kant and his familiar companions, looking a little stunned.
Business communication, how could it be so simple and rude to turn over one's cards.
But Kant looked at them with a slight mocking smile.
He reached out and knocked on the table, and said lightly: "Anyone of you who thinks it is unacceptable can leave this desert, and whoever thinks it can cooperate, then set the rules, 100 large silver coins per bag of salt, neither high nor low. "
"Uh... this price..."
A businessman tentatively said, "If the output is too much, the Lion Principality will not be able to digest it. Do you still want this price? I think it can be lowered..."
"Hehe." Kant laughed, making no effort to hide his sarcasm.
Looking at him, he said indifferently: "It's just 100 big silver coins per bag. Those who think it's expensive can leave. I know better than you what the salt trade is like. The creatures in the entire human kingdom and wilderness tribes like these white goods. You can buy it if you like it, if you don’t want it..." He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "There is no need to waste any more time at this station."
"This... this..." The merchants were even more stunned.
Kant was at his ease.
This is the advantage of monopoly. As a monopoly party, the rules are set by him.
No matter how harsh and stingy the rules are, the advantage of monopoly is always in his hands.
These businessmen want to make money
Then you have to pinch your nose and choose to follow Kant's simple, clear and overbearing rules!
But Kant did not fail to give them a way to survive. In fact, although the salt trade in human countries is 200 large silver coins per bag, there are also 400 large silver coins during the salt panic season.
After all, the salt caravan traveling to and from the dwarf kingdom also takes several months.
It wasn't peaceful along the way.
There was an accident, and it was delayed for a month or two. If the nobles and big businessmen wanted to hold a banquet, they had to spend a lot of money to purchase fine white salt, especially the South County collar and the East County collar were developed due to trade, and they were generally extravagant and wasteful. It will waste a whole sack of fine white salt, which is a big consumer of this kind of salt!
Now Kant's 400 bags of fine white salt can at most supply the Lion Principality for less than half a month. After all, the nobles kept having banquets every day to pass the time.
In addition, there is a tradition of giving salt to elite troops as an additional bonus, which intensifies the consumption of salt.
Even if it is 1000 bags of fine white salt scattered throughout the Xiongshi Principality, it is nothing.
If it is scattered among the human nations.
It's even more pitiful!
Otherwise, there would not be a steady stream of caravans going to the dwarf kingdom, risking the wasteland, just to trade in salt, and it would not be possible to earn a lot of big silver coins!
Now, there is no need to risk your life.
You don't need to waste too much time, you can easily get a lot of fine white salt.
This kind of monopoly also represents huge profits!
"Lord Baron! Our caravan is willing to cooperate! Willing to cooperate!"
"That's right, Lord Baron, our caravan is also willing to follow your arrangement!"
The merchants reacted immediately.
All of them stood up and saluted Kant respectfully, all of them were extremely respectful.
"These 400 bags of white salt are the goods for this trade, so you should share them." Kant still sat in his seat with a slightly mocking expression, without any shy movements, and said calmly: "If you can trade with golden eagles, then Just trade with the Golden Eagle, I'm afraid of trouble, if you trade with the Golden Eagle, it can be calculated according to the black market price."
"Thank you Lord Baron for your kindness!"
"Your Majesty the Baron is truly benevolent!"
"Lord Baron, your kindness shames us!"
These merchants were overjoyed immediately.
Purchasing salt at the market price according to the price on the black market, the profit can be multiplied several times!
They don't care what Kant wants the golden eagle to do, anyway, it is also a kind of currency, although it is high-end, but this time they really brought a lot of it, and every caravan will share the golden eagle, so they can swallow this batch of fine goods in full. white salt!
But during the discussion, a desert robber walked in quickly outside.
"Lord Lord, Lord Rolf."
He first saluted, and then solemnly reported: "I found an unfamiliar cavalry unit in the south, the number of which is about 600, and it seems...the visitors are not friendly!"
(end of this chapter)