Two days later, the tinkling of the house in Marten, in the central district of Worms, was heard incessantly, and Malten had planned to sell the house to pay off the debt, but was stopped by Saul. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He planned to turn it into the first shop of the Soth Chamber of Commerce in the Central District, and after spending a few golden roses to hire a group of carpenters from the artisan association, Thor began to renovate the mansion.

As he watched the craftsmen dismantle and install the planks and expand the open space that served as the foyer, and set up the counters, he felt a sense of satisfaction that it would soon be his first shop, and as a starting point, he seemed to see countless gold coins beckoning to him.

"My lord, since I have received a reply, I will send it back to Miss Susie. In the room, Toby leaned slightly, took a letter he had just written, and bowed before leaving, which he had come to deliver to Miss Susie.

Thor handed the quill pen that was still stained with ink to Morey, who was following him, gently stirred the lower corner of the black silk robe, nodded and replied with a smile:

"Well—please tell Miss Susie, I know what she said, and I ask you for that reply. Now the two seem to have forgotten their past grievances and get along very well.

He beckoned, motioning for Malten, the fat merchant beside him, to send Toby out.

Then he unfolded the milky white letter paper in his hand and read it again.

Susie told him in the letter that she had already created a good momentum for the sale of soap, and that she would slowly release the news of where to sell this soap, so that Thor could choose a shop as soon as possible and not miss the opportunity.

Susie also said that the location of the shop is best chosen in the central district, after all, the lower district is noisy, and soap is now a status symbol in the hearts of the nobles, and noble things are really not suitable for sale in the lower district, which coincides with Saul's thoughts, and he also informed Susie in the letter the address of the house that is about to be changed into a shop.

"Lord Thor—" Morey quietly stepped forward, leaning closer to Thor and said in a deep voice, "but about the soap business?"

"Hmm. A hint of an inexplicable smile rose at the corner of Saul's mouth, and he turned his head slightly and whispered to Morey:

"Miss Susie has thought well enough, and now such a magical thing as soap has probably begun to stir up the nobility of Worms. ”

"Hehe-after all, she wants to take up 30% of the profits, and there is no reason to work hard to make money for herself. Morey laughed dryly, and continued, somewhat puzzled:

"But it's still a little strange that this Miss Susie, who owns the largest jewelry store in Worms, why would she still fancy our little business?"

"Don't be presumptuous, old man—when we actually start selling, you'll know if we're a small business, and do you know how much Miss Susie suggested we would pay for a piece of soap?"

Thor asked, flicking his sleeves, rubbing his wrists, and staring at Morey with wide eyes.

Morey knew from Thor that the price could not be low, and he tugged at his beard, recalling that before he came to Worms, Thor had planned to sell five silver roses for a piece of soap, and twelve silver roses for one gold rose.

He had the audacity to triple the price and guessed:

"Two ...... Golden Rose?"

This is really not a small amount of money, Worms's most ordinary domestic servants and hired laborers, they may not be able to earn three golden roses in a year, and now a small piece of soap is sold for two golden roses, Morey thinks that this is really a huge profit.

But Thor shook his head, then stretched out his right hand, the black gold-trimmed cuffs slid down his wrist, he raised five fingers, and then slowly closed them again, and Morey gasped.

“……！”

"Ten Golden Roses - Old Man. With each word Saul spat out, Morey's face turned white, and finally a thousand words in his mind turned into a question:

"Is this Miss Susie crazy?"

Thor shook his head and said to the old man:

"Miss Susie is certainly not crazy, not only is she not crazy, but she is very shrewd. At this time, Marten, who had sent Toby out, also walked back, missed the conversation between the two, and did not rush to ask, but stood quietly beside Morey and listened to Saul.

Not only did she urgently ask us to sell at least 10 golden roses per bar of soap at the beginning of the sale, but she also offered to let us sell them in limited quantities every day. ”

"Limited time?" Morey, who had read the first half of his life in Fran, had seen the cunning and changeable methods of merchants, but Malten's eyes lit up behind him, and he seemed to gradually understand what Susie had said to Saul in the letter.

"Yes, a limited time - we don't want to respond to requests at first, and only sell ten or twenty dollars a day, limited to noon or morning, and wait for it to be outdated. Thor closed his sleeve robe, put his two hands in the robe, and rubbed his fingers together, secretly sighing that this Miss Susie is indeed unusual, this trick can not be described as profiteering, this business can be said to be a money grab.

Morey squinted his eyes, as a nobleman of the former Fran Kingdom, he naturally understood what kind of money this young lady earned, he did not deny that even at such a high price, and such a limited time sales method, there would still be nobles competing to buy their soap, even more crazy than the normal sale and rush to buy, but the old man still asked in a not optimistic tone:

"But my lord, I'm afraid this won't last long......" The novelty of the moment and the comparison psychology of the nobles will indeed make them easily open their money bags, but no matter how you think about it, this is not a long-term solution, and it is not even different from the plan they made at the beginning.

Originally, according to Thor's idea, soap was to be sold to the entire Wotan continent, but if the price was set so high, it would inevitably make soap a niche commodity.

If the price is suddenly reduced to a price that everyone can afford, then the nobles who buy soap at a high price will feel that they have been deceived, which is what Morey fears, no one is stupid, and no one will be willing to admit it immediately after being deceived.

Thor waved his hand, and comforted him as if he had expected it: "Eh, old man, don't worry, the soap we sell to the nobles will not be reduced, and the minimum price will not be ridiculously low, but will only increase in a small range." ”

"But like this...... Isn't there too few people to buy - the number of nobles in the whole of Wotan is much smaller than that of the commoners......"

"Don't worry, I didn't say that what we sell to nobles and what we sell to commoners will be the same kind of soap?" Thor smiled slyly and reached out to pat Morey on the shoulder, signaling his reassurance.

Young Noam had never thought of selling the same kind of soap to nobles and commoners, he knew that the soap used by nobles and commoners must be very different, and on the other hand, he could not give up the fat market of ordinary people.

One of the most important ways to create the difference is in the aroma and appearance, but all this will have to wait for the arrival of Kaziba, who has already instructed Ingvar, who is carrying the grain back to the cliff corner, to bring Kaziba to Worms as well.

Since he was planning to move the production factory to Worms, Kaziba, an expert in the tribe, had to come.

"However, our primary sales target at the moment is the aristocracy, and it will take some time for soap for ordinary commoners. Saul explained to Morey and Marten, both with understanding expressions on their faces.

The fat merchant's face turned red, and from the merchant's sensitive sense of smell, he could naturally appreciate the huge business opportunities hidden in this business, and looking at Thor, he felt that the debt he was carrying would probably not be paid off soon.