Victor sat in a tavern box in Neverwinter, looking through recent trade bills.

Unlike the noisy hall downstairs, this is undoubtedly an upscale residence. The floor is covered with woolen blankets, and there is a fire kang under the soft couch, so you will not feel a chill on your feet from the time you enter the house to the time you lie down.

In accordance with his request, the store also installed a movable wooden table next to the soft couch, which does not interfere with the usual rest, and can be used as a low table when needed. Especially in the winter when the wind and snow are howling, it is also a pleasure to sit on the couch and do things.

At this moment, on his left hand side was a plate of golden roasted chicken breast slices, and on his right was a cup of purple chaos drink, no matter how it tasted, this meal alone was worth ten golden dragons.

As a jewelry merchant on the surface, and the actual fourth son of the Lothar family, these expenses that can be called huge sums of money in the eyes of ordinary people are nothing to him. Spending a golden dragon to enjoy the comfort brought by wealth has become his subconscious move, and whether it is worth it is not within his consideration.

After visiting the debut of the giant machine called "The Train" two months ago, he bought a room on the third floor of the tavern and used it as his business station.

Of course, with his wealth, it would not be difficult to buy even one or two properties, but Victor prefers the feeling of being at the same time as being in a sense of tranquility and the hustle and bustle of the bottom. Compared to the big mansions favored by the traditional aristocracy, he was always full of yearning for places like taverns.

It's not just about making it easier to negotiate business with caravans.

If there's one thing that best reflects a city's dynamism and business prosperity, it's a tavern in the middle of the city.

After turning the last page, Victor closed the parchment book in his hand and picked up the crystal clear drink. In the light of the candlelight, the purple and red liquid is like a beautiful gemstone.

There's been a little bit of trouble on the bill lately.

It had been a long time since he had received a rough gem in the West.

The battle for the king has dramatically changed the situation in the Grey Castle, the city has been destroyed, the nobility no longer owns fiefdoms, these changes have caused the price of luxury goods to drop again and again, and in order to maintain the original profits, it is necessary to increase sales. But without the rough stones, his jewellers would not have been able to conjure them.

The fortress of Long Song was originally a major source of rough stones, but after Roland Wimbledon announced the establishment of Neverwinter, the source of rough stones became increasingly scarce. He had visited the Changge District several times, and found that all the mines there had been pocketed by the young king—not surprisingly, it was the common instinct of the lord to accumulate wealth, and strangely enough, when the output was transported to the frontier area, it seemed as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

That's right, he still hasn't found a jewelry store in Neverwinter.

Either sell the rough for a profit, or invest a sum of money and make a profit after making a gemstone, the lord's means are nothing more than these two things. The former can earn the difference, and the latter can be sold cooperatively - whether it is a sales channel or further processing into jewelry, he has the strength that the other party cannot refuse.

But the king didn't even leave him a way to intervene.

It's as if Roland Wimbledon didn't intend to make money with gems at all.

This made Victor a little distressed.

He also tried to sell his jewelry in Neverwinter, but it turned out to be just as bad. It was impossible for a commoner anywhere to afford such an expensive commodity, which cost dozens of golden dragons, and they were never supplied only to wealthy aristocratic families to meet their needs for ostentation and comparison at banquets. But there is no nobility in the traditional sense here!

Yes, the lack of interest in jewellery in such a sprawling new city was something he never expected.

He has come to Wudong many times, but he has only bought goods here, but rarely sold them, and the accounts in the parchment book show a tendency to be one-sided.

This is undoubtedly an unhealthy sign.

The advent of the train has made Victor realize that the future has arrived, but it is not evenly distributed - and in order to better expand his business, he naturally needs to go to the place closest to the future. It is also his inevitable choice to shift the focus of business from the old royal capital to the new royal capital.

The question is, what if there is no industry in the future?

He was not short of money, and even if he did nothing, he could enjoy a life of abundance. But he must prove his skills in the trade industry, leaving nothing to say to the merchants who covet the family and the "black money".

He couldn't let his father down.

Just as Victor was thinking about how to solve this problem, the noise downstairs suddenly increased several times, and even the floor slab trembled slightly.

It's still early in the night, so it's not supposed to be a time for drinkers to be happy, is something going on?

He rang the brass bell that called the maid.

"Excuse me," said a good-looking woman, pushing the door open and entering, "what do you command?"

The moment he opened the door, the noise suddenly increased significantly, and he seemed to hear someone reading something aloud.

Victor pointed out the door, "What's going on downstairs?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, did they quarrel with you?" the maid smiled apologetically, "This is also something that cannot be helped, after all, today is the day of the newspaper release, and everyone is rushing to buy it." ”

"Report ...... Paper?" he repeated awkwardly.

"Yes, His Majesty made an announcement a week ago that it would be used to replace the billboard in the square, and everyone has been waiting for it for a long time to see what the newspaper is. ”

Heh, is there a new thing? It is worthy of the new royal capital, Victor suddenly became interested, "How much does it sell?"

"I heard that one is ten bronze eagles. ”

"Buy me a ...... too No, buy ten!" he said immediately.

"Yes. Not long after the maid scurried downstairs, she soon ran back out of breath, "Great, sir...... All the newspapers that were delivered were sold out. ”

"So fast?" Victor blinked in surprise, if it was a commodity, it would be too easy to sell. But it's not difficult for him at all, isn't it just throwing money, "Then buy it from the person who bought it, money is not a problem!"

He threw a golden dragon into the maid's arms, "As long as you can buy it, the rest is yours!"

"Yes, sir!" said the girl with a smile.

Half an hour later, six stacks of gray-white newspapers were handed to him.

"The price below has risen to twenty silver wolves, and I've done my best......" said the maid.

Is this to see someone sitting on the ground and raising the price in the face of a large number of acquisitions? And the other party's expression obviously exposed all the thoughts in her heart - although she did not complete the task, she was reluctant to hand over the rest of the money. Victor didn't care, "What's your name?"

"Linglong, sir. ”

"Keep the money," he said, shaking the newspaper in his hand, "besides, can you read this with me?"

Now that you have good food and wine, it's easy to see what you're missing. The other party's lightly heaving chest, as well as the fine sweat on the tip of his nose, all exude the breath of youthful vitality, and he has seen a lot of aristocratic women, and this slightly clumsy girl has a different flavor. What's more, the other party is a resident of Neverwinter, and if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask her what happened.

"Lord Victor...... the maid lowered her head, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and after a while, she bit her lip and nodded, and whispered back, "I do." ”

"Hahaha," he smiled and patted the couch, "then thank you for being with me." ”