Some changes have disrupted Thor's life, but the outside world does not change the inherent laws of operation because of a person. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sun still rises over the Floyne Hills every day, caressing the spiring towers of Windsor Castle, bidding farewell to the rose flags flying at the top of the city, and waking up the bell-ringers of Worms Cathedral.

The citizens of the town spend their ordinary and ordinary days every day, doors and eyes, gods, strange deformations, and even a grand underground square built by an ancient civilization under the city they live in, all of which have nothing to do with them and are not known to them.

People are more concerned about the price of today's dishes, which aristocratic lord and lady have interesting things, staying in the tavern and listening to the bard talk about the customs of the flange, with a glass of barley wine to pass the time for half a day, is the life of ordinary people.

The same is true for Malten.

Evan Garnier, the son of the Garnier family, the great herb dealer of Worms, bought twenty pieces of soap for the first time at the Soth Chamber of Commerce, which was also the limit that Saul set for him, and he was only allowed to sell twenty pieces a day.

Malten felt that the moment the business was negotiated, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and the other party agreed boldly, without a counteroffer, and even seemed to be angry that he could only buy twenty yuan.

When a small bag of brown silk filled with two hundred golden roses was thrown into his hand, Malten could not believe his eyes, it was not that he had never seen so much money, but he had never realized that money could come so easily.

Sir Evan kindly asked for Malten's name before leaving, and offered to invite him to his house for a dinner party if he had the chance, and then with a smile on his face, he led his servants out of the house, and stepped on the tall and majestic Northland horse, and left the chamber of commerce.

Until the group's backs disappeared at the end of the streets of the Central District, Malten still felt that everything was so unreal, and only the pain of pinching his arm with his fingers told him that this was not a dream, and that the heavy bag in his hand was filled with two hundred glittering golden roses.

And that was just the beginning, and the next day really scared the hell out of Malten.

The next morning, Marten got up from bed, kissed Anna who was still asleep, and went to the next room to see his daughter, who was still asleep, and went downstairs early to get busy.

He walked briskly through the garden outside the house, pushing open the iron gate, but was startled by the people standing outside the door, how could anyone stand straight outside this morning, and it seemed that they were waiting here.

"Is this the Soth Chamber of Commerce, please?" The speaker was a neatly dressed middle-aged man, about thirty years old, wearing a dark green velvet satin bodysuit, with a collar high on his neck, a pair of small cloth shoes with flat soles and round toes on the soles of his feet, his hair sprayed out of something, and he was neatly combed and leaned back on his head.

"Yes—" Malten nodded subconsciously, and before he could speak, a look of joy appeared on the face of the person opposite, and he stepped forward, leaned over and said intimately:

"Ah, that's wonderful—" He patted his hands lightly, jumped with his legs together, and smiled like a little girl who had heard something good, and looked at Malten's calves and stomach, and he was afraid that he would take out some kind of handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, otherwise he would have thought that the eunuch of the court of France had come to Worms.

But the man was obviously not a eunuch, and his voice was very good, and at this moment he looked at Malten with a smile on his face and said to him:

"I hear you're selling something called 'soap' here?" the man squeezed his eyes, as if afraid of getting a negative answer from the fat merchant.

Malten immediately understood what he meant, and he rolled his eyes, and instead of answering immediately, he asked hesitantly:

"Are you ......?"

"Ah—you see, I was careless. The man tucked his hair back neatly behind his ears, straightened up, a head taller than the fat merchant, smiled, and showed his white teeth to Malten:

"My name is Benson, and I'm the housekeeper of the Claire family—"

"Claire ......" Malten quickly searched his mind for the memories in his mind, there should be many people with the surname Claire in Worms, but the only businessman he can remember should be "Caspar Claire" who runs a silk business.

He did well in the silk business, and had intersected with many of Worms's high nobles, and it is said that he gave birth to a beautiful daughter of whom he was proud, and seemed to be named "Angela......

The rapid operation of his brain did not affect the reaction of Malten's body, and he quickly showed a professional smile, and with a smile on his face, he invited the Benson butler into the room, because it was still too early and the employees had not yet arrived at the Chamber of Commerce, so he personally led Benson to the VIP room on the second floor.

After learning the identity of the other party, Mal Teng already had an idea in his heart, for him, the sale of soap limited to twenty per day is naturally to give priority to those families with high status and great power, so that it will not cause trouble to the Chamber of Commerce; second, he can make good alliances with powerful people; third, he can start the name of the Soth Chamber of Commerce faster, and speed up the spread of this new thing in the aristocratic circle.

Since Thor has not been in charge of the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce recently, Malten has to shoulder the burden on one shoulder, although there is still a Morey to discuss, but the old man does not have a thorough understanding of Worms's intricate interpersonal relationships.

As a family that has been on the rise recently, Caspar Claire still has a lot of influence in Worms, and he just sold it to Sir Evan Garnier yesterday, and today the Claire family has sent a butler, who is waiting here early in the morning, and it is self-evident who told them.

"It looks like old Casper is going to marry Sir Edwin...... after some discussion, the butler Benson left a hundred golden roses, and happily left the chamber with ten pieces of soap under the smiling gaze of Malten.

Since it was only morning, he set aside ten pieces of soap in case anyone from another family came to visit.

As it turned out, Marten was right, and during the day, six or seven more people came to inquire if there was any soap to sell, and finally sold out twenty dollars, and had to tell them to come back tomorrow.

In this way, on the third day, the development of things began to get out of control, and the Soth Chamber of Commerce welcomed several nobles at the same time, all of them came to buy soap, some of them didn't buy it yesterday, and they came early today, and some of them came in a hurry after inquiring about it.

Malten has been in business for so long, and finally feels what is the trouble of happiness.

These people's eyes widened, waiting to send money to their hands, he had never experienced such a cool thing, the golden gold coins, were packed in a large pocket, casually handed, it made a "ding-ding-clang" sound, but the pain was that he could only sell twenty yuan a day.

After finally selling a few pieces of money for each of them and coordinating the dispatch of a few nobles, Malten wanted to discuss the matter with Sol, but he didn't expect the lord to just drop a sentence with a hurried expression: "Leave it to you and Morey to deal with, and leave the Chamber of Commerce." This made Malten feel helpless, and after discussing with Morey, the two decided to try to temporarily increase the daily sales volume to twenty-five yuan.

However, on the fourth day, things were really serious, and the news that the Soth Chamber of Commerce in the Central District had recently sold soap, which was very popular, had spread among the aristocratic circles of Worms, and everyone lined up to buy a piece of soap here.

When they heard that it was only sold for twenty-five dollars a day, the nobles who came began to bid for ten golden roses of soap, and at last they were called for fifty golden roses, and so Malten sold the first soap on the fourth day.

When the heavy bag of gold coins in his hand turned out, he almost couldn't control the twitching muscles of his face, but in four days, they had earned a full 650 golden roses, which is money that countless people can't earn in their lifetimes.

Knowing that the money came so easily, why did he have to borrow money and work hard to resell so much food back and forth, he was inexplicably lighthearted, at this rate of making money, the three thousand gold coins owed to Glenemeyer were nothing, and it seemed that he would be able to pay it off soon.

This is just a small matter, and the fat merchant believes that in the coming days, I am afraid that the whole of Worms will be shaken by this new crazy wealth collector's chamber of commerce, the 'Soth Chamber of Commerce', and he will also achieve great achievements far beyond the past.