Rise In Calradia

　　 "You are really frugal sitting in such a house, Mr. Byron."

　　 Jin, an old businessman who is over fifty years old, leaned his hand on the chair and picked up the glass of red wine.

　　The Golden Hand family has ruled the spice and silk trade of Dehrim for one hundred years. It can be said that these two profiteering industries have been monopolized by them. When Byron was buying and selling back and forth from the business before, they also bought Byron's goods.

　　 And now, this plain old man has become the leader of the businessman who suppressed Byron.

　　 "A simple life does not make people feel uncomfortable, and it also allows us to know that it is not a good thing to converge and to be too public."

　　 Jinshou drank a little wine, then put it down. It can be seen that he is not satisfied with Byron's wine, his expression is like drinking dirty water. Even if the price of the barrel of red wine exceeds fifty dinars, it won't be in his mouth.

　　 "You are right. In this regard, I have a lot to learn."

　　Byron smiled. He naturally understood the other party's cryptic.

The accumulation of funds by running business too quickly made him offend many people unintentionally. He used to move around and it was nothing, but now he has his own base in Dherim and has an industry. These people want to deal with He is much simpler.

　　 "It would be great if Mr. Byron had this idea, but you just snatched from me the opportunity to provide court spices to His Majesty King Harous. This makes us a little bit suspicious of your remarks."

　　The other businessman who was overweight and well dressed sneered and stuffed a few grapes into his mouth.

　　 "Oh? I'm really sorry, I don't know the spice I asked you to provide before, but it was decided by Lord Baron, and I can't help it."

After hearing this, Byron felt a little happy, because taking this order was a means for him to negotiate with these merchants. He needed to show that his spices could be sold reasonably and legally, so that the other party would have no handle. So useful.

　　 "That's right, so I went to Lord Baron, and he gave me this list now. No way, this is what Lord Baron meant."

　　 The fat businessman named Lut took out a piece of parchment from his arms and a piece of ordinary paper with the king’s seal and the baron’s coat of arms Indonesia. Once it was stamped, the business was settled.

　　Byron did not expect the other party to have this trick. Although he tried to stabilize his emotions, the slight change in his expression was still noticed by the other party. And the corners of Lut's mouth were also cocked.

　　 "Our golden hand once held the title of nobleman, but now we have wealth that the nobleman envy. No one has ever robbed us of our business in Dherim, no one can do it."

A young man sitting next to Jinshou sat upright. He was a leader among the younger generation of Jinshou family. Jinshou brought him here in order to let this young man say something that is inconvenient for him to say, and to give him further advice. Byron puts pressure on.

　　 "I think there is no descent restriction in doing business. People with more wealth will naturally receive more respect."

　　 At this time, the door upstairs was opened, and Yamila took a book and slowly walked down the stairs, bowing very dignifiedly.

　　 Behind him, Elaine is wearing a sword, leaning on the railing of the stairs, holding his hands and looking at them.

　　 "My treasurer, Miss Jamila. And son of the Vickia Knight, Mr. Eleon."

　　 Seeing that Jamila and Elaine were helping him to support himself at this time, Byron was relieved, knowing that there was nothing wrong with allowing them to stand upstairs, and then solemnly introduced them to several businessmen.

　　 "I have heard your name, miss. And Mr. Eleon, I heard that you are a warrior."

　　 The young man from the Golden Hand family returned the gift, and the other two businessmen also nodded and greeted.

　　 "But as you said, we have more wealth, so we deserve more respect, right?"

　　 The young man from the Golden Hand family asked confidently.

　　Yamira nodded indecisively, and Byron crossed his fingers, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

　　 "We respect the Golden Hand family, Mr. Root, and other business people. We just want to join this glorious group of Dehrim, and we don't want to do anything that hurts everyone's interests."

"I have considered your previous suggestion. It would be a waste to ask me to burn the spices, but if you can increase the price of the spices to 30,000 dinars, I will give you all the remaining spices. From then on After that, we will always maintain cooperation with Jinshoujia in related trade."

　　 This is a decision made by Byron after careful consideration. It will not do him any good to tear his face with these businessmen, and it will cause a serious crisis.

　　 If he wants to feed an elite army, money is indispensable. And these people, although they will not kill them on the battlefield, but they can use economic means to bankrupt Byron and cut off the most important part of maintaining the existence of this mercenary force.

　　 Although he lost quite a bit compared to the original price, after losing his spice contract with the royal family, Byron lost most of his bargaining chips and could only choose to compromise.

　　 "I heard that there was a large-scale attack in the Kujit Khanate, and a spice caravan was all killed. And in your spice, we smelled the smell of dead people."

　　 The thing that worries Byron the most still happened, and the other party really talked about the Kujit Khanate.

However, Byron also asked Kress to inquire about it in advance. The merchants in the city don’t really suspect that Byron’s hands were involved. They just think that Byron took away the spices at a low price, and at most they were buying the robbers. kill. However, someone who has knowledge of the dark business forces ~ www.novelmt.com ~ knows a certain amount of information, it is not difficult to guess the relationship between Byron and this matter.

　　 "Then you should probably see a doctor. I have never smelled that kind of smell in my spices."

　　Byron stabilized his emotions, controlled himself to smile, and said ironically.

　　 "Perhaps, it doesn't matter to us. But, Mr. Byron, it's best if you really have nothing to do with this. You have to know that some people do some very bad things for revenge."

　　 Hearing the slightly threatening words from the fat man, there was also a black line on Byron's forehead.

"20,000 dinars, plus a house, I bought it for 4,000 dinars two years ago, and it is now worth at least 5,000. Mr. Byron, I believe you will need a spacious and comfortable home. Even if you don’t Like it, there will be buyers who will pay the price I said."

　　 "In addition, I think we should change "cooperation" to "consistent with the golden hands". In this way, we will be closer to each other and earn more."

　　Golden hand stared at Byron. He had probably figured out Byron's bottom line in the previous chat, and made additional requests. If you think about it, you will feel too much request.

　　 But for Byron, his choice is not big.

　　 "Agreement is okay, but it is limited to the spice trade."

　　 "I think we need to add silk. I know that you have a dyeing workshop in the north. The silk there can be sold at a good price in Dehrim, and we can cooperate."

"Okay, it's a deal."

　　Byron finally agreed, and Jin Shou also showed a satisfied smile.

　　 For Byron, this is the most profit he has made since his journey, but it is also the time he feels he has lost the most.