Chapter 878

Since last year, Cecil's stuff has become more and more common in the city.

The wheels rolled over the newly built roads in the Noble Quarter. The high-quality pavement and equally high-quality wheels almost completely offset the bumps when the vehicle was driving. Sitting in the black magic car, Ferdinand Wendell glanced out the window and saw New shops on the street are renovating their facades - between the black spires of the Aldernanesque buildings, a striking expanse of glass windows occupying an entire wall facing the street, the windows are still unfinished. Good shelves, workers are hanging signs in front of the main entrance of the store, with a few words written in beautiful swash letters:

“Best Dessert - Cecil Taste”

"...It's as if only Cecil people know how to make desserts." Pedinan frowned and couldn't help muttering softly.

The butler sat opposite him, and this honest and reliable man who had served the Ferdinand family for decades shook his head: "Actually, the shopkeepers are only locals - the magic shadow drama makes those businessmen with a keen sense of smell act. already."

"The Phantom Drama?" Pedinan repeated the word that he heard more and more recently, "I've heard of it... Last winter, a businessman from Cecil bought a piece of land in the south of the city and opened a new theater. . But that's for civilians - the fares are cheap, and almost everyone is packed into one hall."

"Yes, it's a cheap drama for the common people, and not many people watch it at first," the butler said with a smile, "after all, no one knows what that thing is for - the people of high society are not interested, and the common people are very cautious about themselves. Small change in my pocket. But the Cecil merchants spent a lot of money advertising in the newspaper more than a month ago, and let the theater open for free for three consecutive days. Some shops..."

The butler said, looked out the window, the shop known as "Cecil's Desserts" had already crossed the window and was about to disappear.

"It is said that several kinds of desserts appeared repeatedly in the plot of the new drama, and at the end there was a scene where the main characters shared desserts after a peaceful reunion, so those desserts were inexplicably attracted people's interest - the store you just saw , In fact, it is already the third one opened in the city."

Hearing the housekeeper's words, Pei Dinan's expression was quite incredible. He frowned and shook his head: "I really can't understand...The drama is supposed to be elegant and profound, what are those Cecil people doing..."

"It's really hard to understand, but the commoners seem to welcome it - after all, compared to jewelry and estates, desserts are at least something they can afford, and it can also allow the middle-class citizens to show their 'decent'."

"You know very well," Pei Dinan couldn't help but glance at the housekeeper, "Have you also seen the so-called 'Magic Movie'?"

"I haven't seen it,

The housekeeper replied, "I'm past the age to like drama and trendy things, but my son and two daughters went to see it, and young people seem to like that stuff." "

Ferdinand seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, then he shook his head, picked up the newspaper he had put aside, and continued to read the contents above - this newspaper is local to Aldernan, founded in Habier Reston After the great success of "Imperial", the emperor gradually opened the door to private newspapers, but the threshold for running a newspaper is still very high. Today, there are only three or four popular newspapers in Aldernan. Ferdinand Wendell As a somewhat old-fashioned old aristocrat, his favorite newspaper is "Jazz Weekly".

Unfolding the second page of the newspaper, the huge printed letters came into his eyes——

It was an advertisement for Cecil Steel Investing for a salesperson in Aldernan.

The layout is large, eye-catching and lavish. It takes a lot of money to put such an advertisement.

"Even the "Jazz Weekly" has begun to appear in the advertisement of Cecil's businessman," said Archduke Ferdinand a little helplessly. "In the past, who would have dared to imagine such a thing?"

"This is probably the era of economic opening..." The butler cooperated with the host's topic, "It is said that our businessmen have also opened a lot of shops in Cecil City... As long as the magic energy train is still speeding across the border, in the future this will happen. There will always be more and more cases, after all, no one will have a hard time with money."

Duke Ferdinand listened to the butler's words, and his expression seemed to be thoughtful, but he didn't say anything.

...

"No one can't get along with money," Viscount Hemel sat in a comfortable position on the soft red sofa, shaking the high-quality White Mountain wine gently in his hand, with a cheerful and sunny smile on his face, which seemed to Contagiousness generally makes everyone who faces it happy. "Of course, we used to say that no one can live with gold coins - it's just that times have changed, Earl Hallmark."

A thin middle-aged gentleman with a high nose bridge and short blond hair sticking tightly to his scalp sat opposite Viscount Hemir. He also held a wine glass in his hand, but his posture was obviously more upright and conservative than the young Hemir.

He was Hallmark, a member of Aldernan high society, one of the economic ministers appointed by Rosetta Augustus after the reorganization of the imperial order, and the Duke of Severn, who was also the minister of economics and was responsible for the preparation of the Imperial Bank. Differently, this earnest and prudent earl is in charge of the empire's external economic activities - since last year, he has been in charge of business negotiations with the High Ridge Kingdom and the Silver Empire, and has achieved great results.

"Paper money has unique advantages - and when used correctly, it can bring us closer to our business partners." Earl Hallmark did not show any displeasure at the relatively frivolous behavior of Viscount Hemel. , as a sophisticated socialist, he always faces any visitor with the most appropriate attitude.

"Yeah, our business partner," Viscount Hemil nodded, expressing his appreciation somewhat exaggeratedly, "I heard about your business negotiation with the Silver Empire, it's really a wonderful negotiation model, even if you only read some words. For the record, I also admire your quick thinking. I have dealt with some elves once and know how difficult it is to change their minds - they can be more graceful, friendly and polite than any nobleman, but that Doesn't mean they'll buy your stuff."

"The Silver Empire is a difficult fortress to conquer, as their society has almost no need for Typhon's industrial products - advanced technology allows them to live comfortably and has a kind of pride in their bones, but in the end our progress in the Highmountain Kingdom It opened the way for the whole negotiation process," Earl Hallmark said calmly, "elves still need goods from the human empire, mainly enchanted paper and alchemy matrix... Although it is much smaller than I thought. ."

"But at least it has given us a new trade route to the southern part of the continent," Viscount Hemir said with a smile, "It is said that the merchants of the Cecilians have already done business with the Ogre Tribe, and even with the dwarves in the extreme west of the continent. They are a step ahead of us in terms of business.”

"More than that," Hallmark shook his head, "they even have ties to the Silver Empire."

Viscount Hemil suddenly opened his eyes in surprise.

"Silver Empire? Cecil?" the young Viscount couldn't help but exclaimed, "How did they do it? I mean... There is such a vast wasteland in the middle that even a bird can't fly... "

"Of course it's not a business activity like ours, but the relationship between the Silver Empire and the Cecil people is indeed very close," Earl Hallmark said in a serious tone, "The news I heard from the Highmountain Kingdom, as early as The elves and the Cecils came together when the nations worked together to restore the magnificent wall. Of course, that wasteland hindered their direct commercial activities, and only a few commodities would pass through the long land trade routes from the Mosswood Forest. Set off, pass through the territory of gray elves, orcs, and goblins, through the rift area in the southwest of the continent and the forests on the edge of the High Mountain Kingdom, and finally enter the territory of the elves..."

Having said that, the middle-aged nobleman frowned and turned the wine glass in his hand gently: "This kind of circulation is not on a large scale, and it does not pose a threat to us commercially, but who knows what will happen in the future? Cecil Humans are too good at creating unexpected things, and they spend a lot of time maintaining the connection with the elves, and they must have plans for the future."

Viscount Hermire's slightly frivolous smile slowly faded away. He stood up from the sofa, pacing slowly while thinking about it. After two circles, he returned to his position and took a sip. After drinking the wine, he finally said as if he had made up his mind: "It looks like... the market in the southern part of the mainland will become a 'battlefield' sooner or later..."

"Even if the Cecils don't intervene, the market in the southern part of the continent will become a battlefield, Hemir, you should know how much our factories can produce in a day - short-sighted people only want to sell those things to theirs Neighbors and country folks, but the long-sighted will realize that the farther the goods are sold, the longer and the richer the benefits.”

Earl Hallmark said, showing a slight smile to Hemil.

"Hemir, we have opened the trade route to the Highmountain Kingdom and the Silver Empire, and the Empire's Southern Investment Company has begun to grab gold, just like every new field, the first to gain a foothold in it is always will make the greatest profit.”

"Of course," Hemil put down his glass, he let out a sigh of relief, and a sunny smile appeared on his face again, "so I am willing to fully support your 'Southern Investment Company', and I am willing to invest 100,000 in the initial stage... No, 150,000 pounds. I am sure you will make good use of it, Mr. Earl."

"Hemir, my friend, you can wait for a great return at home," Hallmark stood up, he smiled and stretched out his hand to Hermir, "Shareholder earnings will prove your keen eyesight today. "

Hemil also stretched out his hand and held the slender, thin palm of Earl Hallmark: "Actually, I don't have a keen eye. I just found a trick and insisted on following it-"

"Oh?" Hallmark couldn't help but wonder, "Would you like to share this know-how with your new business partner?"

"It's very simple - what the Cecils do, I do," Viscount Hemil laughed, "they invest everywhere, and I do it - in this age of new things and new fields, I don't need to do the first one, just the second one is enough."

Hallmark looked at the young viscount who was smiling happily, and was dumbfounded for a while.

After a pleasant conversation, the aristocratic rising star who had been in the limelight in the past two years left.

Earl Hallmark, who was thin, with a high nose bridge and short pale blonde hair, returned to the reception room. He looked at the two wine glasses on the small round table and the sofa where Viscount Hermel sat before. The expression on his face did not change. , but still couldn't help muttering: "Hey, impetuous young man..."

The servant entered the room and began to clean up the things in the room, and the housekeeper also came in, waiting for further instructions from the master.

"What kind of person do you think Viscount Hermel is?" Hallmark turned his head, looked at the old butler who had served him for many years, and asked casually.

"I shouldn't judge a nobleman." The butler responded meticulously.

"An impetuous young man, but his talent cannot be ignored," Earl Hallmark did not pay attention to how the butler responded, but said to himself, "He became the richest man among the younger generation of nobles within a few years, which Not because of luck - although many people think he just got lucky with that craftsman named Martin and got lucky with the Angel Loom."

Speaking of this, Earl Hallmark couldn't help shaking his head: "I admire such young people, but like other young people, he only focuses on what he is interested in. From the standpoint of being a Typhon noble, He to Cecil... what is this?"

His eyes were suddenly drawn to something a servant was picking up from the table, and he couldn't help asking aloud - it looked like a thin book with a colorful cover and a cheap-looking book. the binding method, and when the servant brought the things over, he could see the letters on the cover clearly—

"Magic Life"

"Magazine..." Hallmark is not a closed person, he recognized that this thin book is actually a "magazine" that has gradually become popular in recent years, but this magazine is not something he subscribes to, "Yes Viscount Hemel fell?"

The butler came over to take a look and nodded: "It looks like it is."

"A decent nobleman probably won't care about this kind of thing, but send someone to deliver it to him later," Hallmark said, taking the magazine and casually flipping through the first few pages of it, "Well... ...is this done by the Cecil?"

"Yes, sir," replied the butler, "this is a magazine run by several Cecil merchants recently, and the content is about the way of life in the Age of Magic—and of course, mainly about the way of life of the Cecilians. For two months it was very popular among the decent bourgeoisie, because many of the magic devices mentioned in the magazines were hot items on the market."

"A decent citizen..."

"Yes, decent citizens who can buy a magic freezer a year, such as lawyers and doctors. Of course, many young nobles also like this kind of magazines - they like those new and interesting machines."

Earl Hallmark hummed, then asked seemingly casually, "Is anyone in this house subscribed to it?"

"Yes, as far as I know Chef Richard is subscribing to it - he's been telling people a lot lately that he has a plan to add a magic player to his home..."

"Tell Mr Richard—and the others that if they bring anything like that into this house, they can cancel all their shopping," said the Earl, deadpan. "We're not without our own. Magazine."

"……Yes, sir."

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