The "aristocratic face" that Bilaltai saw was only superficial. The contents were too far away from his world to understand, and when would he have the opportunity to actually pick up the scepter handed down by his father to understand the weight of this privilege.

Those old fur seals who are adrift on the sea, have stories, and know how to enjoy, the "national teachers" and "wise men" who have been raised by various countries as think tanks for countermeasures to the Bilunar Church, and even those businessmen who specialize in aristocratic business and know the way at the foot of the gods in the present world, are all the new identities of such stumbling people.

Falling into the circle of merchants, seamen, and even foreigners, even the nobles' concubines are better off than them. It is impossible for them to return to the power system of the Bi-Moon Church in this generation.

Having lost the power to practice magic, and unable to approach the study of magic, the fastest and most convenient way to ascend without family relatives, nobles without nobility have no choice but to send their children to the battlefield like ordinary people, or use a lot of money to smash a path of return for them that they don't know if it will be smooth.

The price is so huge, so huge that the tens of thousands of gold coins that can crush the house cannot be exchanged for the illusory protection of the nobility. It's one thing to be rich, but it's another thing to be able to say a couple of words under the heels of the gods of the present world--all the big families who are still walking freely under the altar of the Twin Moon Church are all politically sensitive and cautious to the extreme.

Twenty gold coins buy a good reputation, which is really nothing to the nobles. Gurdjimo was not stingy, but he only brought twenty gold coins. If he had thirty gold coins in his pocket, and his sackcloth pocket hadn't been broken before, he would have been more than willing to cover the merchant's mouth with thirty gold coins.

"You're satisfied, aren't you?" The host smiled at the buyers who were little by little back to their faces with etiquette and dignity. As soon as he finished speaking, a man next to him handed him a large cover made of wooden branches.

The covers and tables in front of the officers are still fully matched, and they are used to "seal" the goods that have not yet been bid-out.

Several sheets of paper were neatly and equidistant on the edges of the hood. The man handed the pen and the officers began to sign their names very consciously - each bidder signed the envelope, and when they came to bid again the next day or somehow, they would all check the note.

It seems that this kind of fighting in the money field, these nobles in the army have done it more than once. The president of the Chamber of Commerce couldn't help frowning as he looked at the signing methods of several people.

When ordinary people are asked to sign, they will sign their common names. The signature of the seal requires that the entire slip of paper involve pen and ink - the names drawn by the military masters in front of them have actually been pasted to the edge of the note. Those intricate patterns are probably only recognized by themselves.

It's not something that you can learn overnight. This whole process, the average person does not have the financial resources, nor does he have the opportunity to learn from scratch. This kind of bidding is generally a case of mutual tilting between merchants.

The president of the Chamber of Commerce knew that there were auctions in Lancas and other places where they held up signs to bid in the hall, and the sound of bidding after the magic amplification could make people mesmerized, and tens of thousands of gold coins were written on light white paper, flying up and down in the hall...... But Elta's bidding method also has a history of more than 100 years, and it is very convenient to bid on all kinds of items. From a few beautiful bronze seals, to an agreement to purchase autumn wheat in a certain village, to a wand used by a famous magician, or a real estate deed vacated by a dignitary in the imperial capital after his dismissal from his post was raided, these objects have all been between such similar covers and tables.

The man quickly pressed the signed note and cover on the table, glued the paper firmly to the edge of the table with paste, and finally did not forget to blow the corners of the paper that could not be blown at all, showing how firmly the bottom of the blow was - and so the process was declared to be complete.

This completely avoids the possibility of someone coming to the auction to make a secret deal during the off-season. For businessmen, this is the embodiment of the coexistence of profit maximization and fair trade spirit. If someone wants to get what they want through an off-the-counter deal, it at least proves that they are not confident in their bidding, or that they already know that someone else will make a higher bid. At this time, it is really good to use fairness as a shield to maximize benefits.

As soon as a group of contented or ready officers left for tomorrow's officer, Pippons walked into the courtyard with two large bags of food on his hind foot.

As a cover, Pippins, who could not see the pedestrians on the street, stopped by to buy a large bag of various foods: eggs, vegetables, and fish and shrimp caught in the river. As a trader, if you don't find out the price when you go to the street to explore the location of the shop, this person is either a raw person or a spy. If you wait until you are being watched to think about whitewashing your identity and getting rid of your tail, then Pippins's training class will be in vain.

A few of the fellows whistled happily when they saw what he was holding - every day on the ship, the half-baked chef would make his sad-faced companions, who had eaten dry food and bite hard bread, smile.

"Chef, you're all ashore, so let's show a few hands, right? Let's get it done! A guy just sent away the big customer who was not good at talking with a smile on his face, and when he saw the big cloth bag, he suddenly revealed his original form.

"Okay!" Pippons replied cheerfully, and then handed the basket in his hand, "Go and scrape the scales off this thing first." ”

"Ah......h

"Puhe, come here, I beat him last time, and this time it's your turn...... That's a fish, I, I won't get it, let's do it for you next time, okay, okay? ……”

When I was eating, I scrambled to be the first, and I cried my father and mother when I cleaned up a fish. Pippons laughed evilly three times, and pulled out another larger fish basket from the cloth bag on the other side, and in an instant the men's quarrel stopped.

"Everyone does it, don't push and pull, there's still a cage of shrimp here, what? Won't clean up? Okay, come to the kitchen, I'll teach you to clean up this thing! ”

Pippens, who followed a group of followers, walked into the kitchen with his head held high and walked into the kitchen under the approving gaze of the president of the chamber of commerce. There seemed to be a tall white chef's hat on his head at this time, which looked a little funny. And the uneasy guys behind him are all culinary apprentices who want to learn from him, and he is at his disposal - he is now the "Food and Beverage Director and Executive Chef" of the best hotel in the imperial capital!

A small frying pan brought from Mendong City, along with a small bottle of peanut oil, were quietly wrapped and placed in a corner of the kitchen. Nowadays, more and more merchants and people who have been in contact with Mendong City are trying to steal the profound Chinese cuisine, and it is not uncommon for these things to appear all over Elta.

It's just that on the question of whether stealing teachers will affect the business of chain restaurants in the future, the relevant personages in charge of the catering industry in Mendong City scoffed at this -- if stealing teachers is a problem that can be solved in three or five years, then those time-honored Chinese brands can take off their brands. Just a hot pot stir-fry seasoning, mutton slicing, ramen technique, this doesn't let the old driver, no, the old master teach him a few years to learn?

To tell the truth, Pippons, who has initially mastered the operation of a series of objects such as a Chinese-style kitchen knife, a Chinese-style frying spoon, and a Chinese-style large iron pot, has only roughly reached the cooking level between the sixth grade of primary school and the third grade of junior high school in China -- according to incomplete statistics, nearly half of the foodies in primary school in China have tried to turn a wok that is heavier than an arm with a small bench.

He learned this three-legged cat kung fu entirely while cooking supper with his colleagues and police instructors. The heat is good, and you know how to deal with it if there is too much paste or sandwiching; Seasonings, look at more explanations and observe the ingredients, and you can slowly adjust them if you eat salty and light by yourself.

The handling of river prawns was also learned from police colleagues in Mendong City. Elta's shrimp are a little different from their counterparts across the portal, but they can be eaten in the same way.

The excretory hole of the shrimp grows on the head, while there is a whole black line on the body, which is its muddy intestine. If these two things are not washed cleanly, the shrimp will taste very unpleasant. Only by disposing of the stomach, excretory orifice and mud sausage whole with a toothpick or knife can the shrimp be cooked without a peculiar smell.

The Elta people had no idea of the secret - only the poor would like this poor little thing stuffed in a small mesh, which could be eaten as a delicacy even if it smelled, and the price of this little aquatic animal was very low.

Pippens has eaten supper noodles made from shrimp and poached eggs many times, and naturally he has learned this magical trick of "turning waste into treasure".

"Meow me clean." A large basket of shrimp has been peeled off, and the remaining mud sausage is enough for these novices to peel for half a day. It was so slow, so slow that after Pippons had floured all the fillets, he had the opportunity to point behind a row of "apprentices" with a large shovel. "Whoever didn't pick it clean, he will be punished for eating shrimp with feces later, you know?"

In a trance, Pippons seemed to feel like he was wearing the finest chef's hat, his chef's suit neatly ironed between the double-breasted, standing proudly in a forest of stainless steel utensils, welcoming the infinite adoration of apprentices and guests.

Maybe being a big chef who is cheating and coaxing is not bad compared to making great achievements in the police and military circles, right? Pippons thought to himself, but a not-so-pleasant memory came to his mind.

It was like a somewhat damp and cold night, and the police colleague who was fighting with him for a spatula - I can't remember who, except that he wore small gold wire glasses and said very seriously the comment that he will never forget for the rest of his life:

"You are powerless to stir up, and the heat is not fine! Loose shovel and slow response! None of the movements were decent! Do you still want to grab a stir-fry shovel with me? Dream your dreams! Stay and go! ”