Ibra was stunned, he didn't expect his father, who had not met for ten years, to scold him as soon as he met, and he was stunned before he said, "Father, I'...... I've come back, and I've made a few friends, and I've negotiated a deal with them that won't lose money—" He didn't say anything more, for his father's face was already blue with anger.

"Shut up, you idiot! You said you don't want to learn business, you want to learn alchemy, okay, I'll send you to Cashal University, it's not enough, and then send you to Doland, but have you grown a little?"

Ibrahim was confused by the scolding, but he did not dare to reply, and listened dumbfounded as his father vented his anger.

Feida was indignant: "I have lived most of my life, and I have never heard of it, there is a sure way to make a profit! I met when I came back, how long can I know each other? How is my character? How can I be? Ibrahim, when the demon wants to tempt you, it looks purer than the angels under the Holy Lord! What is the purpose of those inexplicable friends approaching you?"

"But, but ......"

"No, but!" said Fida, waving his hand angrily, knocking over the vase on the desk with his arm and shattering it, but he didn't look at it, and continued, "If it is really good friends, then you should not bring them home at this time! Those shameless usurers will bite you and your friends like blood-sucking locusts, and the peace that I have bought for you and your mother with my death will be gone! At that time, what will we talk about the great cause of exploration, and what will we talk about the well-being of the peninsula!"

Ibrahim received a strict family education since he was a child, obeyed his father's words, wandered for many years, and gradually became cheerful, but his father's image in his heart is still like a towering mountain, and now his father's anger is like a landslide, and all the words he has thought of are blocked in his throat, and he mutters: "But, but, father, this ...... Small snacks, nice ......"

Feida made a big fuss, knowing that she was under too much pressure during this time, she vented her emotions on her son, and felt a little guilty, but the dignity of being a father did not allow him to apologize, so she sat down in the chair tiredly and gently pushed her son's arm away: "I'm old, I can't eat sweets." ”

"Well, this ......" Ibrahim said in a secret hurry, "This one is bitter, refreshing." Like, well, solid coffee, it's easy to eat. ”

Feida smiled bitterly: "My dear Ibrahim, you have been fooled. It must be an inferior coffee that has not been brewed, and it has been glued into a block with syrup, and it must be some kind of solid coffee. Alas, your experience is still too ...... Huh, give me the box. ”

"It's like the craftsmanship of the Silk Country, quite delicate - your friend is a Silk Countryman?"

"Nope. Doranders. ”

"It's strange, how could Silk Country, which is farther to the east, go to Dolander in the west? Well, there's ice in the box? No, no, it's so small? What kind of technology is this...... The craftsmanship is pretty good, and it looks good......"

Just like Ibrahim when they first met, Lord Feida had already entered a state of self-talk. He didn't notice at all that a young man with black hair and black eyes crept into the study.

The box was divided into three compartments, and the bottom of the black box was covered with bright red velvet padding, and a row of small round cakes in the shape of gold coins lay quietly inside.

Feida took a piece from each of the three grids and said to the butler, "Tea." ”

The housekeeper immediately brought a cup of tea, and Feida only took one bite of each piece, and rinsed his mouth with tea for each bite. Then eat the second round and eat every piece of leftovers cleanly.

"The taste and texture are different in different compartments. ”

"You're right, which one do you think will be more popular?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the black-haired and black-eyed young man who had just entered the door.

Feida asked, "Who are you?"

"George, the alchemist, the butler of Mr. Royce, President of the Dolandrol Chamber of Commerce, would like to tell you about a package for the production and sale of chocolate. Mr. Feida, it tastes good, right?"

"The pure white taste is the most delicate, but it is too sweet, with a lot of sugar and milk, women and children will like it; the brown color has a richer taste, the ratio of bitterness and sweetness is just right, and the aroma is rich; the last pure black taste, only bitter and sweet, the taste is too strong, too rushed, I am afraid not too many people like it, but the aftertaste is endless. ”

George smiled, "Looks like we've found the right person." Mr. Feida, these three types of chocolate are the more representative of many varieties, the delicate milk chocolate is called Angel, the brown one is called Hellwalker, and the black pure chocolate is ......"

Ibrahim said, "Called the devil?"

George laughed, "Then who else is going to buy it? It's called truth." ”

Fida took another piece of dark chocolate, put it in his mouth, walked back to the chair and sat down, feeling the hard texture of the thin round cake, feeling the bitter taste that soothed the taste buds, feeling the fragrance and the slightest sweetness in the strong bitterness, he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Truth...... The arduous and tortuous pursuit of the road, and the sweetness in the heart of never giving up, no matter success or failure, the aftertaste is eternal...... I love it. ”

Feida sighed, sat up straight, and said, "Thank you, young man, for allowing me to enjoy this delicacy at the last moments. So I'll write you a letter of recommendation, and before noon, I'm a reputable merchant, and you go to Mr. Said of Woodsged Manor, who is the biggest pastry merchant here, and he's going to go crazy for this little treat. Let me congratulate in advance on the birth of another upstart in the port of Umlim. ”

George smiled and said, "Don't you want to work with us like that?"

Feida's gaze sharpened: "Who the hell are you, what do you want to do when you approach me? I would rather accept a frank death than bow to the devil in order to survive! Stranger, heretic, what do you want to do when you appear in front of me with the temptation of the devil? Tell me!"

George kept a polite smile all the time: "Benefits." I'm for the sake of profit. By working with you, we can maximize the benefits of the chamber. ”

Feida sneered: "I'm a debt-ridden loser who is about to go bankrupt, and it's useless to you!"

"But your credibility remains, your kindness is praised by the owners of the port, and you have once controlled the entire port of the carriage and horse business – a partner of good credibility, character and ability, and no one refuses. You need money urgently, we need to open the Ara Market, find an agent, it's as simple as that. ”

"Even if I'm in debt?"

Feida's meaning is very clear, I have nothing to do now, and I have to work with me to fill the big hole in debt first - take the principal to fill the deficit for the partner, what fool would do such a stupid thing?

"We don't spend a penny on your debt, that's your own business. However, we can talk to your creditors and ask them to relax their repayment restrictions or invest more. ”

Fei Daha laughed: "Young man, you can't help but see things too simply, they can't ......"

As soon as Feida finished speaking, a fat man with a big belly appeared in the doorway, covered with jingling jewels and gems, looking like a low cactus with porcelain tiles hanging from its spikes.

The cactus rushed over with three shakes, and grabbed Feida's hand: "Brother Feida, don't forget me!"

Feida hugged the cactus warmly: "Brother Lachiz, how could I have forgotten you, what's the matter, running up in such a hurry? ”

"Don't blame them for the porter who brought me up, they're crying and laughing together. Dude, I'm serious, this chocolate is a big deal, so how about you give me the power of attorney, your debt, a write-off, and I will give you a generous transfer fee for the transfer of power of attorney?"

Feida's eyes flashed: "The transfer of agency is impossible, I can count you as a franchise." ”

"Brother, to be honest, you are now in so much debt, who dares to finance you? I will help you fill the gap, you will help me take care of the business, we have been working together for so many years, can this tacit understanding still be there? Come on, come on, the contract is here, brother, I am ready......"

Suddenly, someone shouted at the door: "Brother Feida, the debts of the Montsoualar Chamber of Commerce have been written off, and 500,000 dinards will be used as dry shares in your Chamber of Commerce to start a chocolate business, how about it?"

Cactus Lachiz was furious: "Fasher of Montsolare, why did you come up?"

Farsher sneered: "You are allowed to know the porter, but I am not allowed to know - oh yes, the porter must be more familiar with you, you come three times a day in order to force debts, can you not be familiar? The debt of 120,000 yuan makes you anxious like this, hum!"

Fei Da laughed: "Two, two, don't worry, the study is too small, not a place to talk, let's go to the reception room and sit down?" ”

As soon as the two went out, Feida immediately said to George, "Young man, your idea is very interesting. I'll go greet the guests, don't go, tonight, have a light meal at my place, it's done." Ibrahim, keep me with the guests!" he said to the butler, "Burn all the paper I have written on today—including the torn paper in the drawer!"

Ibrahim watched in amazement as his father almost trotted out of the group, and asked George, "What's going on?"

George walked up to the window, pushed it open and said, "The creditors have each been given a piece of chocolate." Look at their expressions - it seems that as long as the goods are good and the opportunities are good, it is not difficult to open the upper route, right?"

Ibrahim grabbed George's hand violently, shook it vigorously, and cried out, "Thank you, friend!"

George patted his wrist lightly and pulled his hand out: "Master Ibrahim, well, it should be called Young Master now, do you really think that a single piece of chocolate can change Ling Zun's situation?"

Ibrahim sighed softly, "I know it's impossible, but," he said, looking at the shattered teacup on the ground, "Father has even prepared the poison, what else can I do?" ”

"Behind us, there is a country. Our interests are closely related to it. The Arabor Peninsula and it have strong economic complementarity. Master Ibrahim, perhaps, our cooperation can achieve a win-win situation - do you want to be the greatest sage after Mahamad?"

George smiled and reached out to Ibrahim, who did not hesitate to shake the hand of hope again.