Chapter 485 House Town

Thousands of horses are produced in the town of Haus every year. The best horses are trained as war horses for the garrison in Prince Port, and the inferior horses are trained as stage horses and sent to Yalf Posts all over Heim.

As for the worst-grade horses, they are usually sold at a relatively low price to farmers in major plantations and even remote villages, and are used as large animals for trailers to plow the fields.

Joan's travel is mainly by flying, and he has no interest in horses. The main purpose of coming to Howes Town is to avoid the heavy rain that may come at any time. In addition, he also has another purpose, which is to find a business to sell himself. Spoils of war obtained when the Ren banshee.

Haus Town is indeed the headquarters of the most prosperous "horse dealer" in Alfheim. When Joan walked into the town market, all he could see were signs for buying and selling horses. The pawn and auction business firm opened the door and walked in.

There were only two people in the lobby of the firm, talking quietly in front of the counter. The older, gray-haired man wore a pince-nez and house clothes, and had the demeanor of a business owner.

The man who was talking to the owner of the firm was about thirty years old. The tuxedo and white shirt were obviously high-end products. His jet-black hair and mustache were carefully combed and waxed. He looked like a handsome gentleman, but When looking at people, he always squints his eyes intentionally or unintentionally, coupled with the expression of a smile on his face, it is inevitable to leave a deep impression on people.

Joan stood at the door of the business and waited for a while. Seeing that no one greeted him, he walked to the shelf by himself and looked at the products displayed on the shelf. Unfortunately, after looking around, he couldn't find any magic items worth buying. There were a few low-priced ones. The high-level magic device is not as good as the one he made himself, and it can't arouse his shopping desire.

At this time, the two people in front of the counter seemed to have finally finalized a deal, they got up one after another, shook hands and hugged each other, saying good night to each other. The owner of the firm sent the middle-aged gentleman out, then returned to the store, closed the door, sighed, patted his forehead and walked towards Joan, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, the hospitality is not good."

Joan shook his head, saying that he didn't mind.

The owner of the firm seemed apologetic, invited Joan to sit down and drink tea, and explained to him again and again: "You must have heard of Mr. Baldwin's temper. If I mess up what he explained, I won't be here in the future." House Town is messed up, so I have to be careful in serving, lest I offend him."

"Sorry, I just arrived in House Town today, so I don't know that Mr. Baldwin." Joan replied helplessly.

"Oh? That's it, I'm sorry, look at my brain, people will always be stupid when they get old." The owner of the business firm smiled wryly and patted his forehead. "Mr. Henry Baldwin is the richest man in this town, and he is also running for the mayor of the town. In order to help him plan the 'champion' auction, I have been so busy recently that my mind is often confused, please bear with me."

"You mentioned the 'champion' auction just now, what does the championship mean?" Joan asked casually out of curiosity.

"It is a war horse with a special pedigree. Its intelligence, endurance, explosive power and obedience are all better than other types of war horses. It is said that Mr. Baldwin bred this kind of war horse with excellent blood. A revolution in animal husbandry that shocked the world." The owner of the business firm shrugged, "Of course, this statement is bragging, but the Baldwin family's horse farm has indeed bred very good horse breeds, so that it has caused serious damage to other horse farms in this town. I have been under a lot of pressure, and I have not had a good time recently."

Joan nodded. He didn't realize just now that Mr. Henry Baldwin turned out to be a livestock expert who was proficient in horse breeding.

But having said that, there is indeed such a thing as "you can't judge by appearance" in the world. When he met Lieutenant Colonel Vasa for the first time, he didn't realize that the other party had a hobby that had nothing to do with his job—— Breed mules.

Joan was not interested in mules or thoroughbred horses, so he chatted with the owner of the business for a few minutes before returning to the subject and explaining why he came.

"Oh, you want to sell art and jewelry?" The owner of the firm immediately became interested, rubbed his hands and asked Joan, "Sir, can you show me first?"

Joan nodded, opened the storage bag, and took out the trophies obtained from hunting the siren banshee not long ago and put them on the counter, including a pair of fiery red coral candlesticks, a dozen pearls, and more than ten pieces Gold and silver jewelry and utensils.

The owner of the firm pushed his pince-nez, looked closely at the pile of jewelry and artworks on the counter, and praised him repeatedly.

Qiao An waited patiently for him to identify them one by one, and then said, "Sell them all, and you can set a price."

The owner of the firm scratched his head, and said in a deep voice, "At most, I will give you two thousand five hundred gold duga, and it cannot be higher."

As far as Qiao An's price is concerned, 2500 Gold Duga is slightly lower, but it is not unacceptable. I wanted to agree, but I remembered that both Conti and Rebecca had repeatedly told him to have a sense of bargaining when doing business, not to accept what others say, and to let others take advantage of it in vain.

For an introverted and inarticulate person like Joan, bargaining is tantamount to torture for him, but reason tells him that he must strive for the maximum benefit for himself. After all, he is not rich, and he will inevitably come to Midgard in the future Big spend.

I'm ashamed to bargain now, but in the future, if I really fall to the point where I can't eat, will I have the nerve to beg?

After a long period of hesitation, Qiao An finally overcame that psychological barrier, and said to the owner of the firm expressionlessly: "2,500 Gold Duga is too low, and 3,000 Gold Duga is about the same."

"Oh! My good sir, if I buy these things at the price you ask, I will lose my pants..."

The owner of the business firm complained with a sad face, obviously he was very good at bargaining, and he said it as if Joan had taken advantage of him.

Joan got upset and annoyed when he heard that, so he got up and planned to put away the jewelry and leave. At worst, he would go to Prince Port tomorrow to find another firm to sell, so as not to suffer such a crime.

While the owner of the firm complained, he had been quietly observing the changes in Joan's face. Based on his ability to observe words and expressions that he had cultivated in the mall for many years, it was easy to see that this little brother was an extremely stubborn person. Wrangling, more willing to take straightforward actions to express their attitude.

If he really got annoyed and crossed the threshold of the firm, ten horses would not be able to pull him back.