The envoys of various countries also wanted to say a polite word to Wright and strive for the number of members of the first wave of trade routes.

But under Taylor's tough attitude, everyone had to leave unwillingly.

The triennial meeting of the poor, which was supposed to be held on the eve of Advent Day, was resolved in less than half a prayer hour.

Next to the entrance was a stout bearded dwarf.

The other party was menacing, as if he had eaten gunpowder, and his body was full of alcohol and anger.

As soon as he entered, he walked quickly to Wright and slapped it on the table.

"The masterpiece of our dwarven master! What about the great armor! Where did you get it? ”

Wright glanced at the other party: "What about the smell of inferior alcohol, haven't I said it many times?"

Drink less barley wine, that kind of thing can't be called wine, at most it's mash.

Isn't there a good dark beer and white wine in the city? ”

"That's not enough to drink!"

"Shit! You bastards, you bastards, have secretly packed up all the wine we have served. When you're hungry, drink your own barley wine!

Don't think I don't know!

Anyway, it's also a VIP, why do you want to do such a shameful thing?

No, for you dwarves, face is far less important than wine.

The only exception to this is the long ears.

The dwarves can't stand the ridicule of the elves.

So sneaky, are you afraid that the elves will know? ”

"You, you, you! You don't divert the topic! I'm talking about the work of our masters, the thing about that armor! ”

"Armor, let's not mention it for now, I'm going to talk to you about the supply of alcohol."

Wright snapped and slapped a menu directly in front of the dwarven representative.

"I know you dwarves don't like to read too much, so I've simplified it for you.

Come! Venerable Master! Get on the board! ”

With a click, the door to the conference hall was pushed open, and a group of people walked in with various boxes.

One of the most striking features is a huge whiteboard.

Wright and Taylor winked, and the two of them got up at the same time, standing in front of the whiteboard, one left and one right.

"Today, the benefit we bring to our family is the precious fruit honey wine brewed by the elf clan!"

Taylor was angry on the sidelines: "Yes! ”

"This nevis wine is exquisitely selected and exquisitely crafted, and it is personally supervised by the elven clan's senior potions masters!

It's the best of the best! ”

"Absolutely superb!"

"So what is the market price of such a wine?"

"How much?"

"1988 Gold Mark!"

"Wow! It's too expensive! ”

Wright and Taylor's singing and harmonizing posture made the dwarf representative look confused.

But Wright didn't care about him, but still explained passionately.

"But today! We are here for the benefit of our families! After sleepless negotiations with the representatives of the Elven Empire! Finally put this price down!

One thousand nine hundred eighty-eight!

I'll sell you!

One bottle! Two bottles! Three bottles! Four bottles! Five bottles! ”

"Wow! The price of a bottle! It's even possible to sell five bottles now! ”

"Who said five bottles? Who said there were only five bottles!? In addition to these five bottles of fine neva! I'll also give you a bundle of six bottles of fine white wine! ”

"Wow! Send it directly in a bundle! ”

"Send two bundles!"

"Send two bundles!"

Wright raised his hand: "It's not all!" I'm going to give you a whole vat of yak milk wine from an authentic barbarian tribe!

Plus one case, two cases, and three big cases of fruity ale beer!

Just ask you if it's worth it! ”

"Wow! It's a great deal! 1988 Golden Mark! I was able to buy so much alcohol! ”

"1988 Golden Mark!? Who told to sell 1988 Golden Mark? ”

Hearing this, the dwarf representative suddenly became nervous: "Hey, hey! That's what you just said yourself! ”

Wright picked up a charcoal pen, wrote the four numbers 1988 on the whiteboard, and slapped the whiteboard.

"These wines! It's one thousand nine hundred and eighty-eight...... Yinderang!! ”

"It's Yinderang!"

The dwarven representative shouted this sentence almost along with Taylor.

Wright pointed at him, with a smile on his face: "Isn't your heart moved!" Isn't it tempted? Tell you, it's not over yet!

Such a small benefit! How can I be embarrassed to show my family?

I have one more important decision! ”

Taylor next to him immediately grabbed Wright: "Think twice!" Couldn't be cheaper! ”

"Get out of the way! Whoever stops me from giving my family a certain benefit is my enemy! I'm in charge! Today! I'll take this price down again...... 1 silver deron! ”

The dwarf representative who had just become excited froze in place, just hitting the price so hard, why did he finally slash himself?

Then he saw that Wright had directly erased the number 1 in front of 9!

"988 silver deron! Take home a drink gift bag! Family! What are you waiting for! Hurry up and start ordering!

Come three-two-one! On the link! ”

"Limited quantity! While supplies last! ”

"Give it to me! I buy! I want to buy it! I'll buy them all! ”

The dwarven representative almost threw himself into the pile of wine in front of him, but he quickly reacted.

"Are you bribing me? So much wine, sold so cheaply, you can't pay for death? This is bribery in disguise, right? ”

"You're wrong! We are bent on the welfare of our families, but if we pay for our own money, even if the family members get benefits, they will not feel good.

We promise that we are just knocking down the inflated prices in the market.

The reason why we dare to sell so cheaply is because we have the advantage of channels and supplies!

Taylor! Reverse side! ”

Taylor immediately reached out and flipped the large white panel over. Only then did the dwarf representative realize that there was a very detailed analysis drawing in the back.

"Why do the dwarves buy elven drinks? It's going to be that expensive! Is it really because those pointy ears are deliberately making things difficult for our dwarven family?

Actually, it's not.

As we all know, to make wine, a large amount of rations need to be consumed.

Whether it is an elf or a human race, the premise of making wine is that there will be a large amount of food leftover.

This may not be possible for the human race, but the elves can easily achieve it.

Therefore, Elf is a stable supplier of high-end boutique drinks.

In the Human Empire, some smugglers will take great risks to go to the elven garrison to buy the high-quality liquor they produce, and then go through many hardships and layers of exploitation, crossing most of the continent before transporting it to the territory of the dwarves.

And because the dwarven tribe's demand for the total amount of wine is extremely high, the price of fine wine has risen all the way, even to the point that there is no market!

However, among the new plans launched by the Holy See, we will establish a treaty port with the Elven Empire and entrust the Elves to manage the farms and orchards.

Whether it is food or alcohol, it will no longer be a scarce material at that time.

Moreover, the transportation cost and loss fee will be greatly reduced by the official business team of the Holy Religion to escort the goods.

It turns out that one or two thousand gold mac may not be able to buy high-quality fruit honey wine, but you only need to spend a little silver to buy it in the future, because it is only at this price, and there is no limit to the supply! ”

Wright said as he smiled and leaned in front of the dwarven representative.

"So, now, are you in the mood to hear from me first, our business plan?"

There's another chapter later

(End of chapter)