Chapter 729 Merchant

The image projected in the crystal began to repeat for the third time. Since there was no high-quality magic net terminal to amplify and filter the image, the original image directly projected by the crystal appeared blurred and slightly distorted, but Cod looked at it like this. things, the mood is difficult to calm down.

Not everyone can immediately think of the usefulness of a brand new thing after seeing it - creating a new field is often as difficult as opening up a new land, which requires more than intelligence and knowledge. It requires great talent and a little luck, as well as the courage to break the rules.

According to archaeologists, hominids hunted with rocks and sticks, but it may have taken them thousands of years to think of tying rocks to sticks.

The voice of the eldest son Parr came from the door, awakening Cod from his thoughts: "Father, the representative of the Marlin Trading Company will be here soon-and it has been here for more than twenty minutes."

"You go to the reception," Cod said without looking up, "I still have work to do here."

"But Father, what they're going to talk about is..."

"You go to the reception," Codd repeated. "You know what to do. Go."

"Yes, father."

Parr left, and Philm glanced nervously at the big businessman in front of him: "Mr. Cod, did I delay you..."

"Don't worry, business is always busy, but creative ideas are not to be missed," Codd smiled, looked at the blond young man in front of him again, and then asked seriously, "Son, about your creative What do you think about how to deal with such a thing?"

Film subconsciously pressed the hem of his jacket and adjusted his bow tie, as if trying to make himself as decent as possible: "Sir, I'm actually... not very sure. I just had an idea, the crystal was not created by me. Yes, these runes were not created by me either, I just thought of recording the play in crystals and putting it on the lewd terminal... but I don't own a troupe and don't know how to buy a lewd terminal or Sell ​​those recorded plays.

"Mr. Codd, I don't know how to calculate the money for an idea, so I want to come to the south, because the magic net terminal comes from here, I heard that there are many new things here, and there are people who are good at using new things, Maybe someone here can point me."

Cod stared at Philm seriously: "...I want to make sure first, have you told anyone about your 'creation'?"

Philm said honestly: "No... ah,

I only mentioned it to one of my traveling companions, a man of integrity and insight, and it was he who advised me not to dig my head around and ask me to go to the New Immigration Advice Office at the Government Affairs Office first. "

"...he gave you good advice, but anyway, boy, your 'idea' needs to be realized as soon as possible."

Hearing Cod's words, Philm took a slow breath and finally said: "Sir, two thousand gold coins, I mean... Ansu shield gold coins, or oval gold coins."

Cod was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe the price he heard, but Philm thought that his price was too high, and immediately continued: "Sir, two thousand gold coins, this idea belongs to you, It's entirely yours. Of course if you don't think it's worth it, you can drop some more..."

Cord gave Philm a complicated look.

Simple child... When you take out the crystal and let people see the image recorded on it, your creativity is already at stake.

Perhaps most of the geniuses with unique vision will appear too simple in the field of human and sophistication?

Philm was still looking at Codd nervously. In fact, he was not able to distinguish the relationships and characteristics of the nobles, businessmen, citizens, government offices and other groups of people under the new order in the southern border. He thought that the big businessman in front of him might even be the southern border. A member of the new nobility, Philm and his family have served the nobility for many years. In front of a big man like Cod, he is only nervous and uneasy.

As for the 2,000 gold coins... this is enough to get his father's troupe out of the crisis, and he can even use the funds to form his own troupe in the south. For him, this is his strange land in the south. The starting point of the struggle.

Cod looked back and sighed slightly in his heart.

Two thousand gold coins... This young man from the north can't imagine how much money is flowing every day between those new companies in the south, nor can he imagine how the new things he created will be under the magic industry system. future.

The big businessman clenched his fists subconsciously, staring at the crystal and rune devices on the table.

Just two thousand gold coins, just two thousand gold coins! !

Even, he can pay not a penny - because this is not some complicated technical creation, this is just an idea, an idea that is easy to implement for a big businessman like him! !

His fists slowly loosened, then slowly clenched again.

The atmosphere of silence made Philm uneasy.

In silence, Cod stared at the primitive and outdated rune boards, and at the man-made crystal that might be an outdated product of the southern factory.

He was reminded of the first heating station he and his friends built.

Reminds me of the machine tool that was replaced from the old warehouse.

I remembered the frustration and confusion when I brought my workers to buy a batch of cheap rune substrates from Kant's factory, and after I pulled it back, I found that all the substrates could not be used because of the wrong standard.

I remembered that I stood at the entrance of the technical college all day, just to invite a magician to take a look at my factory.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a clear and pleasant voice saying to himself - Mr. Cod, this city is full of gold.

Cord clenched his fist and tapped the table lightly, as if on his own heart.

Philm was taken aback by the other party's movement. He was about to ask, but saw the big businessman in front of him shaking his head gently: "Child, I'm not going to buy it."

Philm said immediately: "Sir, you can think about it again..."

"Son, I haven't finished yet," Cod waved his hand, and at the same time took out two blank letterheads from a drawer of the desk, took the dip pen and began to write quickly, and continued as he wrote, "I don't buy it because it deserves more—I'll write you two letters, which should be of great help to you..."

Philm looked at Cod's behavior with some confusion. Before he asked, he heard the big businessman on the opposite side say: "Have you figured out how to name such a new thing you created?"

"I call it 'Shadow', sir," said Firmm hastily.

"Okay, I'll write it."

After a quick write, Cod packed one of the letters, sealed it with varnish, wrapped it with a special magic thread, and handed the other unsealed letter directly to Philm: "This is a letter of proof, You take it and your 'Magic Drama' to the Government Affairs Office, and look for the 'Patent Registry', the sooner the better. In addition, this letter is a letter of introduction, you take it to the Magic Web Communication Bureau, and find the Grand Consul He Your Highness Di, or go to the Magic Energy Technology Department and find Your Highness Rebecca... Trust me, they will meet you."

Philm, who was born in a commoner and has served the nobles for generations, was shocked when he heard Cod's words. He couldn't believe the name he heard, and he couldn't believe that he might have to meet the two royal highnesses of the empire— - The development of things was completely beyond the young man's imagination, making him even exclaimed slightly.

After getting another confirmation from Cod, Film was sure that there was no problem with his ears. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the certificate written to the "Patent Registry" of the Government Affairs Office, where he saw himself name--

To the Patent Registration Office of the Government Affairs Office:

This is to certify that Mr. Philm from Barron Town, Holy Spirit Plain is the creator and holder of the "Magic Drama" technology... Mr. Philm should fully possess the right to benefit, use, and dispose of this technology (creation). rights and enjoy all the corresponding honors.

Cod Baldwin, Carroll Business Association

Cord let out a long breath, a strange lightness that haunted him.

"Sir..." Philm looked at the supporting documents in his hand. Even if he didn't understand the new laws about technology, even if he didn't understand the operating rules of the "Cecil Order", he was aware of the background behind these two documents at this moment. The meaning of this and Cod's intentions, the young man from Barron said hesitantly, "How should I repay you?"

Cord looked at Philm, and in those pale eyes he saw sincerity and a hint of unease.

"I only have one request," said the big businessman slowly, "that one day, when your phantom plays develop, when your 'theatre in crystal' is everywhere, I hope that the beginning of each of your works Just leave me half a minute—until the day the Cod Family Connect Company closes."

"Half a minute?"

"Yes, to show my merchandise - that's what I'm offering."

"Of course, sir, that's all right," said Film quickly.

Cord nodded slightly.

Perhaps a knight's standard answer is no repayment.

But he is a businessman.

an excellent businessman.

The young man from Barron stood up, took two letters in his arms, took his suitcase, and left with a down-to-earth and relaxed smile.

Cord watched the young man walk towards the door, and when the other party was about to cross the door, he suddenly stood up: "Mr. Firm."

Philm stopped in confusion and turned his head. "Yes, sir?"

"Welcome to the South," Codd said loudly, smiling, "there's gold all over the place."

Philm froze for a moment, then smiled back when he reacted: "Yes, Mr. Codd, thank you."

Quiet in the office.

Cod left the desk and slowly came to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The fluttering snowflakes are still falling, the north wind is blowing, the snow dances like a gauze curtain, and the factory buildings and roads are gradually turning white.

The sky was getting dark, and on the road leading to the city center, the magic spar street lamps gradually lit up, passers-by in winter clothes and black cars gradually sparse, only the magic net terminal at the end of the road and near the square, as always, projected light showing images.

"Good luck, young man."

...

After leaving Cod's Home Connect Company, Philm returned to the avenue with some excitement, and his anticipation for the future burned in his chest, as if making this cold snowy day cute.

He saw a figure standing not far away, with snowflakes circling around the figure, churning like a elf.

"Hi! Fendil!" Philm stepped forward and greeted the other party, "I thought you were gone..."

Fendil, with short silver-white hair, laughed and looked at Philm with a smile on his face: "I have nothing to do, so I might as well wait for your good news here--Looking at your expression, it should really be good news?"

"Yes," Film looked away from the fluttering snowflakes around Fendil - he knew the identity of the other spellcaster while on the boat, but Fendil's character was the same as what he had seen Other spellcasters are different. After the initial tension dissipated, he only admired and envied Fendil's magic power to control ice and snow, "It's good news - it's just that Mr. Cod didn't buy my 'idea'. ."

"Oh?"

"He gave me two letters, one to the Government Affairs Office, saying that it could prove my right to belong to the 'Phantom Drama', and one letter that I took to the imperial capital, saying that I could meet Rebecca Her Royal Highness Princess Ka and Princess Heidi..."

"Ah," Fendil said softly, turning his head and glancing at the door of Cod's Home Connect Company, "this Mr. Cod... is indeed a man of integrity."

"What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing," Fendil smiled and shook his head, "Then it seems that we can travel together for a long time - I'm also going to the imperial capital."

Philm looked quite happy: "Really? By the way, I never asked, what exactly did you do when you came to the south?"

"I'm here to study," Fendil smiled and spread her hands. "Auntie thinks I should learn something I can't learn at home—she's always using other people's kids to stimulate me."

"Ah...that was a disaster."

"Who said no?"