"It's 5,000 dinars, which is a lot. Thanks to the support of the guild, I was able to build this dye house. ”

Byron placed a box of silver coins on the table, opposite several of the great merchants of the Silk Guild of Riwache.

At the entrance of the building, a group of workers were already looking at the drawings, and the foreman was pointing to the various parts of the drawings and telling them what to pay attention to.

Byron spent 5,000 dinars to build a medium-sized dyehouse that would have cost 8,000.

This is indeed thanks to the guild merchants who made a fortune on Byron, who took the risk of falling out with some nobles and quadrupled the price of salt, which made the nobles in the city angry, but in the end they obediently paid the money.

Since they have benefited, they will naturally not treat Byron as a hero. They each used their resources to build a dyeing mill for Byron, reducing the cost of building a dyeing mill by almost half.

"It's a trifle, Mr. Byron. You are one of us now, and we will naturally help you. ‘’

"That's right, the salt you brought has earned everyone the dinar, and we very much hope that you will continue like this, it will be good for us."

The merchants opened the box and looked at it, then took the silver coins.

Byron and they touted for a while, complimenting each other on their wisdom, and then left the house and went to the construction site to inspect it.

These businessmen are not really grateful to Byron, they just see an opportunity to make money in Byron and want to get more profit from him until it is squeezed dry.

But why didn't Byron do the same to them?

After some inquiry, he already knew that someone was unhappy with him. In the previous salt trade, the silk merchants in the city touched the interests of other merchants.

And they poured dirty water on Byron, causing the merchants to turn their angry eyes on Byron.

Before Byron could reach the construction site, he noticed several pairs of malicious eyes staring at him, and seemed to be muttering something to the person next to him.

Byron could be sure that the other party was the spies of those men, but he had a lot of men now, and there were also soldiers in soft armor in the vicinity who kept an eye on them.

Seven or eight workers had gathered in the dyeing workshop that Byron had found, and they were all busy with their work to renovate the old dyeing workshop.

A man dressed in decent clothes and wearing a red hat walked up to Byron and greeted him, he was a dye shop manager hired by Byron, who had his own craft, and who was literate and could keep accounts. In Byron's absence, the dye shop was handed over to him. Byron paid him 20 dinars a month, and he was allowed a small kickback on his purchases.

"Thank you for giving me this job, rest assured, in a week we can start sourcing raw materials for operations, and then you can sit and count the money."

"Very well, Hannil, work well for me, and I will not treat you badly. In my absence, just bring me or Jamila the ledger. But remember, if you dare to do something against me, like stealing money from me..."

"Believe me, sir. You can ask the bosses I have worked for before, my craft is well-known in Wiki, and so is my character. ”

"I hope so, Hannil. According to the current market, the dyeing shop should make no less than 800 dinars per month, and I hope you will let me earn more, so I will pay you the bonus. 800 dinars upwards, and 10% of the excess profit goes to you. ”

"You're so generous!"

"Thanks, someone always says that about me. But don't let the dyehouse lose money after the first month, or I'll put a tenth of the loss on your account, and I'll do what I say. ”

Byron then talked to him about the processing procedures of the dyehouse, the price of raw silk, and the efficiency of the workers and tools.

He also called Jamila to listen to her, and she was more familiar with business and managing the industry than Byron, and she could probably remember it if she said it, and she could ask some business problems that Byron could not even think of.

Seeing that Jamila was so professional, Byron was relieved to hand over the account management of the dye workshop and the logistics procurement of the troops to her, and he took a few elite soldiers to the tavern to drink.

Byron was not an alcoholic, and he did it all in order to win over these good soldiers so that they would not be poached by other teams. A high salary can control the problem in this regard, but it is obviously more effective to build a good relationship with them from the heart.

However, Byron still noticed those ill-intentioned eyes, although his expression did not change, as if he did not see them, but he was already on guard in his heart.

At night's rest, Byron quietly changed to a room with two beds, and let Alleyne lie on his previous bed with his armor and blanket, while he and Fatis slept in another room.

That night, Byron, who was asleep, was woken up by Fatis, and the sound of fighting could be heard in the next room, but it quickly disappeared.

By the time the two of them reached the next door, the assassin had been pinned to the ground by Ellene, and his accomplice had fled through the window.

During the ensuing interrogation, Byron did not receive much useful information.

They admit that they are killers, and they are hired to kill Byron for as much as 500 dinars.

However, the behind-the-scenes employer was well hidden, and all the people sent were miscellaneous fish to negotiate with this group of killers, and out of professional ethics, this group of killers did not check who the employer was.

The next day, Byron handed over the killer to the guards in the city, because Byron now has real estate in the city, and the amount is not small, so the sergeant in charge of the city defense cares very much, and sends a team of soldiers to clean up the lair of those killers and catch a few alive.

However, the contact person was already out of town, and the killers were only unprofessional and did not have good intelligence channels, so they also did not know who their employer was.

Although nothing went wrong because of Byron's vigilance, the other party was obviously declaring war on Byron, and these unscrupulous killers were just the beginning, and there might be something waiting for Byron in the future.

When the merchants heard the news, they spoke a lot for Byron, condemning the gangsters. However, they were apparently unwilling to share information with Byron, so Byron did not get much help from them.

Fortunately, there should be no accident at Byron's dyeing workshop, and the guards of this size stay here for hours every day to avoid any problems. Moreover, the guild merchants, though selfish, would not bankrupt Byron's dyeing mill, which would have too much effect on their reputation.

Byron quickly procured a wave of supplies, brought a lot of silk that had been discounted by the guilds, and headed south with his troops.

The Riva is a bit dangerous now, so it's better to get back to Dehrim as soon as possible.