"Can we talk about it today before we drink?" Damian asked Sean cautiously.

Sean was suddenly a little unhappy, and he said in a rough voice, "For dwarves, nothing is more important than drinking. ”

"Is it, hedron isn't as important as drinking?" Damian looked at him with a smile.

It is true that the dwarves are addicted to alcohol, but they love treasures more, especially the magic spar, which is a magical substance that gave birth to the entire magical civilization, and only the dwarves in the entire continent are willing to go hundreds of meters into the stratum to find the purest original crystal ore, and their obsession with the spar is no less than that of the dragons.

Deathwing's demand for hedrons is growing, and the pattern of going to Mage Street to buy hedrons is becoming more and more unsustainable, and Cold Iron is the most skilled mining clan in the entire dwarven race, so Elder Sean is undoubtedly the ideal partner for Damien, who is looking forward to buying hedrons in large quantities at a low price from him.

Sean looked at him suspiciously, "Is it true that you said last time that you need to buy a large number of hedrons?

"That's true. Damian nodded, "Of course, I can't use so many hedrons myself, but you also know that I am a student of the Grand Magister Merlin, and I am actually looking for you for my teacher." ”

Damian suddenly came over and said mysteriously: "The teacher is researching a large magic array for His Royal Highness the Duke, if successful, it can turn Lorraine into a city that will never fall, but the demand for spars is really huge." ”

"Oh?" Sean's eyes lit up when he heard a big business come to him, "How many hedrons do you need?"

"At present, we need about 50 pieces a month, and it may increase in the future. ”

Damian paused, looked around in a vague manner, and then lowered his voice and said: "Now there are many chambers of commerce and families who want to take over this business, and it is said that the dwarves on the other side of the Seven Mountains have sent messengers to come, because I am the teacher's favorite student, so he handed over this matter to me, and I immediately thought of you, brother, ......"

Sean rubbed his hands together in excitement, and he patted Damian's shoulder hard, "Friend, what is a friend, this is a friend! ”

A normal quality spar sells for around 180 gold on the market, and fluctuates with the market. Damian was at the height of his frenzies in Mage Street when he was at his most frenzied by unscrupulous merchants. The dwarves are not good at business, and the quarryed spars are sold wholesale to human buyers, and the general price is around 130 gold, and it will even fall to 100 gold in the off-season. The Medici family is the largest hedron buyer in the whole of Lorraine, often using all kinds of bad means to lower the selling price, and one year even bought a large number of hedron for a record-breaking 50 gold, which caused the entire dwarven community to complain.

If the wholesale price is 130 gold, the total price of fifty crystals is 6500 gold, and the demand is constant, there is no need to consider the problem of off-season and peak season, such a simple trade is liked by dwarves, and they are most afraid of dealing with human merchants who are full of commercial jargon and cumbersome trading procedures.

"The main issue now is the price, and if the price is not convincing, it will be difficult for me to get the teacher to agree to the deal. Damian saw Sean's heart and hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

Sean nodded, "How much do you say is appropriate?"

Damian waved his hand, "No, no, no, as a member of the Cold Iron Clan, you are like my family, you can quote, you can as much as you say." Damian used to dislike the nickname "Barrel", but now it has become "We are a family that loves each other", Loren rolled his eyes as he listened.

Sean thought for a moment and gave a number.

"120 gold?"

Damian's heart was moved the moment he heard this price, the price of the spar he bought before was not lower than 180 gold, as for the wholesale price of the spar, this trade secret Damien did not inquire about it from any source, and the dwarf who was drunk and talked a lot heard this question and kept his mouth shut quietly. Damian vaguely felt that the wholesale price was around 150 gold, so this price was greatly unexpected by him.

But...... Damian took a closer look at Sean's expression.

No one is going to show their hole cards the first time they make a bid, so there should be room for this price to fall.

"120 gold ......" Damian looked very embarrassed, "although it is already very low, but as far as I know, there is a lower price than this, if this is the final price, I can only say that I will do my best, I hope you understand Elder Sean." ”

Sean understood what Damian meant, and the boiled duck seemed to be in danger of flying, and he thought about it for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth.

"Well, if you can guarantee the demand of 50 hedron per month, the Cold Iron Clan is willing to drop to ...... 100 gold!"

Damian's eyes lit up when he heard the price.

"That should be fine. Damian smiled as he had been in his previous life, "With such a convincing offer, coupled with my relationship with my teacher, I can guarantee that in the end, we will definitely choose our Cold Iron Clan." ”

Elder Sean breathed a sigh of relief and said to Damian, "Then trouble you with the barrel, if this thing is done, I will personally come to the door to thank you, and invite you to drink for three days and three nights in the Blackstone Tavern." ”

Damian hurriedly shook Sean's hand, "No need, no need, who made us a family." The line in my heart is that I am grateful and I understand, and I don't need to drink the wine.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you that the owner of the Blackstone Tavern has been replaced by me, and in the future, the dwarves will come to spend eight percent off, and the brothers of Hantie will get seven percent off!"

Elder Sean looked at Damian with a puzzled expression, "What's the twist and turn, you're going to break us into seven or eight sections? We will pay for you to be the boss!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Damian's face was full of black lines, and he happily said the word "discount", which the dwarves didn't understand at all, "I'm referring to the price reduction, for example, a bottle of wine that costs ten silver coins only costs seven silver coins, which is the so-called seven discounts." ”

"That's pretty much it!" Sean put his arm around Damian, "Don't talk about it yet, now that we're done, it's time to get down to business!" and raised a glass of "Heavenly Father's Summons" as he spoke.

Damian grimaced, pushing his glass and looking at Loren with pitiful eyes.

Help me, that's what he sees as the whole thing.