El has been discussing with the Duke for a long time, the part of the trade with the orcs is in the responsibility of the Duke, such a large-scale transportation of materials, the overall calculation of the needs of the orcs, how to avoid the anger of the people of the West and open up a trade route, these are not things that El, the "heir", can solve, and he is not even as useful as the foreign affairs officer in the West in this regard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the contrary, the establishment and operation of the Western Frontier Trading House was personally handled by Al himself, as the ruler of the Western Frontier, the Iron Thorn Family certainly had a considerable scale of industries in the Western Frontier, but these industries were relatively scattered, including almost all walks of life in the Western Realm, so they did not form a monopoly position. And the first thing Al did when he founded the Westside Trading Company was to integrate these industries.

However, before Al could use his fists, Medea's farewell suddenly disrupted his position and caught him off guard.

"You're leaving, back to the Realm of Radiance?" Al was a little confused.

Medea nodded, "I have something that needs to be done." Gotta go back. ”

"Is it the origin of the orcs? It's been strange since you learned about this history. ”

Medea smiled, "You're still so sharp, little El. Just like you fought desperately in the Snow Fortress, I have things that must be done, people that must be guarded, so we can only say goodbye. ”

"One last word of advice, if you really want to climb to the top of magic and master the most powerful power, then go to the City of Radiance. Only there will you be able to find the path that suits you and truly become a strong person. ”

After speaking, she waved her hand and turned to leave, and the distant back gradually disappeared without the slightest drag.

This woman is mysterious when she comes, vigorous in wartime, and dashing when she leaves. Despite only spending two years with Al, she has left an indelible mark on his life, and no matter how many times she is reborn, Al feels that she will always be remembered.

"The one who must be guarded"? What kind of person is worthy of your spare time? Thinking of this, Al's heart was a little sour and a little painful, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything anyway, because Al knew that she wouldn't stop, just like her incense, she couldn't see, she couldn't keep, she couldn't forget.

It's cunning. Al bowed deeply towards Medea's distant back, his hair hanging low to hide the expression on his face.

Goodbye, teacher. Goodbye, Medea. Goodbye, you woman.

After Medea left, Al devoted all his energy to the establishment of the trading house. This is naturally a very difficult task, and Al, who has never had such experience, has a headache, but fortunately, the current foreign minister, Pierre Felipe, has sent some people to help, otherwise Al is really a mess and has no way to start.

On this day, Al was busy with his hands and minds, and Freeman suddenly had something to look for him, which was very rare.

"It's my father who wants to see you. Freeman was scolded, he had been scolded since he was a child, was asked by his father once, it was really hard to refuse.

His suggestion piqued Al's interest, if it was just an ordinary request, Sasha Spalletti would have only been briefed outside, and now he had to pass through Freeman, it seems that this Mr. Sasha has a plan.

Compared to Freeman's handsomeness, Mr. Sasha is not so glamorous, and his appearance is more ordinary, belonging to the type that cannot be distinguished by the crowd. However, the round eyes look like the shape of a gold coin, which looks quite strange.

Sasha saluted Al, and the two sat down as guests, Al took a sip of black tea and asked bluntly, "I don't know what Mr. Sasha is up to?"

"That's so, Master El, I heard that you've been preparing to build a Western Realm Trading House recently?", Sasha asked, rubbing her hands together and smiling.

Al was stunned, this Mr. Sasha was really well-informed, and his preparations had not yet begun, and this man had come to camp like a shark that smelled blood, and he deserved to be the most successful merchant in the West.

"That's true, what, what does Mr. Sasha think?"

"I don't have any ideas, but I don't know if Young Master Al can leak something out of his fingers and let me drink some soup. Sasha lowered his stance and continued, "I hope the Spalletti family will take a stake in the Westlands Firm." ”

Should it be said that this big businessman has a very accurate vision or is too ambitious?, not a business cooperation but a direct shareholding, showing his determination to win.

Al was noncommittal, and asked rhetorically, "On what terms is Mr. Sasha going to buy shares?"

Sasha gritted his teeth and said in a painful tone of flesh that had been stabbed, "The Spalletti family is willing to contribute 500,000 gold coins. He glanced at Al cautiously, "Twenty percent of the shares." ”

Al sneered in his heart, took a sip of the teacup, closed his eyes and did not speak, reminiscing about the rich aroma of tea. In this way, there was a long silence in the living room, like a dark cloud before thunder, full of palpitations.

Sasha smiled bitterly, in his business career, he didn't know how many times he had experienced such negotiations, but this time the pressure on his opponent was so heavy that it was breathless, although he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, he represented the Iron Thorn Family, the ruler of the entire Western Realm.

Money is omnipotent, but when money really encounters a bloody butcher's knife, it often has to retreat.

But after all, he is still a big businessman who has braved the wind and waves, and the shopping mall is like a battlefield, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has experienced a hundred battles. When Sasha realizes that the little tricks and tricks are all self-inflicted humiliation in front of El, the "heir", he puts away the pitiful expression on his face, and at the same time puts away a little contempt.

Of course, there is still a respectful and gentle smile on his face.

So a smile is really the best disguise for hypocrisy. If a person has a smile on his face all his life, he is generally one of four types of people: a fool, a saint, a businessman, and a politician.

"In addition, all the shops of the Spalletti family were merged into the Westside Comptoir. You know, what a big asset this is, and I think it's more appropriate to invest 30% of the shares. Sasha said in a deep voice.

Sasha's boldness is terrifying, and the price he offers is so big that it's almost impossible to refuse. The Spalletti family's stores are all over the West, and if they are all integrated into the Westlands Comptoir, it means that the Comptoirs will immediately have sales channels throughout the Westlands, and they will no longer have to go to great lengths to open up the situation. At the same time, it also represents Sasha's sincerity, which almost means that he has handed over the lifeblood of the Spalletti family to Al.

Al put down the teacup in his hand, and for a moment the indifference on his face changed back to a smile. In this way, an old man and a young man, a merchant and a nobleman, with the same smile, the same kindness, the same sincerity, and the same warmth on their faces.

But the answer was cold and merciless: "It's not enough." ”