Victor sits in a pub room without a winter city and looks at the latest trade bill.

Unlike the noisy hall downstairs, this is undoubtedly a high-end home. The floor is covered with woolen rugs, and there is a fire raft under the soft couch. From entering the room to lying down, the feet will not feel a chill.

According to his request, the store also installed a movable wooden table next to the soft couch, which does not hinder the usual rest and can be used as a low table when needed. Especially in the winter when the wind and snow roar, it is a pleasure to sit on the couch halfway.

At the moment, on his left hand side is a plate of golden chicken breast slices, and on the right is a cup of purple chaotic drink. Regardless of the taste, this meal is worth ten gold dragons.

As a jeweler on the bright side, in fact, the four sons of Losa, these huge expenses in the eyes of ordinary people, is nothing to him. It took him a subconscious move to spend a golden dragon and let himself enjoy the comfort brought by wealth. The value is not within his consideration.

After visiting the giant mechanical show named "Train" two months ago, he bought a house on the third floor of the pub and became his commercial residence.

Of course, with his wealth, even if buying one or two properties is not difficult, but Victor prefers this feeling of detachment in both a quiet and the bottom of the noise. Compared to the big house that the traditional aristocrats like, he always has a yearning for places like pubs.

It is not just for the convenience of negotiating business with various caravans.

If anything is the most intuitive way to reflect the vitality of a city and the prosperity of its business, then it must be a pub in the downtown area.

After finishing the last page, Victor closed the sheepskin in his hand and picked up the crystal clear drink. Under the illumination of the candlelight, the red liquid in the purple is like a beautiful gem.

There has been a little trouble on the recent bill.

That is, he has not received the gemstone in the West for a long time.

The battle for the king made the situation of the gray castle change greatly. The city was destroyed by the war, and the nobility no longer owns the land. These changes caused the price of luxury goods to fall and fall. If you want to maintain the original profit, you must increase sales. . Without the original stone, the jeweler of his men could not change the gems.

The Long Song Fortress was originally a major source of his original stone, but after Roland Wimbledon announced the establishment of the Winter City, the source of the original stone became more and more scarce. He has visited the Changge District several times and found that all the mining areas in it have been collected by the young king. It is not surprising that the money is the lord's generality. The strange thing is that after the output is shipped to the border area, It seems that they have disappeared from the air.

Yes, he has not found a jewelry store in Wintertown.

Either sell the original stone for profit, or invest a sum of money and make a gem to make a profit. The lord's means are nothing more than these two. The former can earn the difference, while the latter can cooperate to sell whether it is the sales channel or further processing into jewelry, he has the strength that the other party can not refuse.

But the king’s door to the intervention was not left to him.

It is as if Roland Wimbledon does not intend to use gems to make money.

This makes Victor a little bit annoyed.

He also tried to sell the finished jewelry to the winter city without selling it, and the result was equally bad. It is impossible for civilians anywhere to use the expensive goods that are dozens of golden dragons. They have always been supplied to wealthy aristocratic families to meet their needs of showing off and comparing at the banquet. But there is no aristocrat in the traditional sense!

Yes, such a huge new city, but lack of interest in jewelry, this is what he did not expect.

Many times came to no winter, only bought goods here, but rarely sold, the accounts on the sheepskins showed a tendency to fall.

This is undoubtedly an unhealthy signal.

The appearance of the train has made Victor realize that the future has arrived, but it is not evenly distributed. In order to better expand the business, he naturally wants to go to the place closest to the future. It is also his inevitable choice to shift the focus of business from the old king to the new king.

The question is, what should I do without this industry in the future?

He is not short of money, and even if he does nothing, he can enjoy a prosperous life. But he must prove his ability in the trade, so that the merchants of the family and the "black money" have nothing to say.

He can't let his father down.

Just as Victor thought about how to solve this problem, the hum of the downstairs suddenly increased several times, and even the floor swayed slightly.

It’s still early in the night, it’s not a happy moment for the drinkers. What happened?

He rang the brass bell calling the maid.

"Excuse me," soon a beautiful woman pushed the door and came in. "What do you want?"

At the moment of opening the door, the noise suddenly increased a lot. He seemed to hear someone reading aloud.

Victor pointed out the door, "What happened downstairs?"

"Sorry, adults, are they arguing about you?" The maid smiled apologetically. "This is no way. After all, today is the day when newspapers are on sale, everyone is rushing to buy it."

"Report... paper?" he repeated awkwardly.

"Yes, a notice was issued a week ago, saying that it would be used to replace the square's bulletin board. Everyone looked forward to it for a long time and wanted to see what the newspaper was."

Oh, what about new things? It’s a new king, and Victor has always had an interest. “How much does it sell?”

"I heard that one is a ten copper eagle."

"Also buy me one... no, buy ten!" he said immediately.

"Yes." The maid ran down the stairs for a short time, and soon ran back in a panting breath. "The big, the grown-up... the newspapers that have been sent have all been sold out."

"So fast?" Victor blinked in amazement. If it was a commodity, it would be too good to sell. But this is hard to beat him. It’s not just saving money. "Then buy it from the people you buy, money is not a problem!"

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

"Yes! Adult!" The girl smiled and smiled.

After half an hour's clock, six stacks of gray newspapers were handed to him.

"The price below has risen to twenty silver wolves, I have tried my best..." The maid period Ai Dao.

Is this the price of someone sitting in the middle of a large acquisition? The other party's expression apparently exposed the thoughts of the heart, although she did not complete the task, she was reluctant to hand over the rest of the money. Victor did not care, "What is your name?"

"Exquisite, adults."

"You keep the money," he shook his newspaper. "In addition, can you watch this with me?"

Since both food and wine are available, what is missing is naturally self-evident. The other side's chilling chest and the sweat that came out of the nose, all exude a youthful vibrancy, seeing aristocratic women, this slightly clumsy girl has a flavor. Moreover, the other party is a resident of the Winter City. If you encounter any incomprehensible things, you can ask her.

"Victor adult..." The maid lowered her head and a redness appeared on her cheek. After a while, she bit her lip and nodded. He whispered back, "I am willing."

"Ha ha ha," he laughed and patted the soft couch. "Thank you for your compliment."