Chapter 384 Great Cooperation

Cassius looked down at him.

"It won't happen again."

"Envoy of the Church of Woking, remember, put away your shameless tricks. I am not one of those human lords who are easy to deceive."

"It's Your Majesty."

Xue Erwen still answered slightly awkwardly.

As a result, Cassius easily took the initiative in discourse and guided the future direction of this cooperation.

"The empire has drawn up a complete cooperation plan, which is enough to achieve a win-win situation for both parties."

Cassius said.

However, he had lost interest in this envoy of the Waking Church and felt a little impatient - the greedy businessman was really boring.

So, the red dragon lay lazily back on the Iron Throne again, and winked at Trump who was standing beside him.

Trump understood immediately. He took out a thick stack of plans and a parchment contract from his arms.

"The Empire and the Waking Church will cooperate on the basis of equality and friendship, and abide by the business principles of honesty, credibility, equality, mutual benefit, and common development."

Xue Erwen listened for a long time with his ears pricked up. It was all useless nonsense, and his ears were about to be calloused, but in the end, he still found the key points in the long speech.

"The empire has a large amount of goods that can be dumped, and the Church of Woking has temples all over the Fiantho continent. The two sides have complementary advantages and have a sufficient basis for cooperation and common interests."

"The Empire will join hands with the Woking Church to establish the 'Empire Southern Continent Company'. The Ember Empire will provide goods, and the Woking Church will provide sales channels and trade transfer stations."

"In this cooperation, the Church of Woking can get a certain commission share, and the Empire must take the dominant position."

Xue Erwen frowned slightly and couldn't help asking: "Trading cooperation company? Do you want to sell goods to the south?"

"Yes."

Trump nodded and replied.

However, he had already seen doubts in Xue Erwen's eyes, but it was because Red Dragon was present that he did not show it.

Sherwin's doubts are indeed understandable - the Anzeta Wilderness is remote and desolate, with magic sculptures all year round, but the south is rich and colorful, far more prosperous than here.

How can Anzetta's products be sold in the south?

Rumple tapped the ground with his staff, and with a ripple in the space, he took out something from the void.

Sherwin straightened his pince-nez, and then he saw clearly that it was a wool sweater - there was no trace of enchantment, it was just a piece of clothing made of the most ordinary wool thread, and even the craftsmanship was not exquisite.

"Does the barbarian Anzetta, who has never seen the world, actually regard such a thing as a treasure?"

The Woking believer thought rather contemptuously in his heart, but because of the red dragon, he still hid the disdain from the bottom of his heart.

Trump smiled and said: "Guess - how much does it cost?"

"20 silver coins?"

Xue Erwen replied casually.

As a Watkin believer, Sherwin knew the prices of various commodities very well, and he was confident that he would never make a mistake.

But Trump just shook his head.

"15 silver coins?"

"10 silver coins?"

Xue Erwen finally put away the contempt in his heart, his eyes filled with disbelief.

10 silver coins, this is already the wholesale price in the famous textile city in the south. There is no lower price anywhere in Fiansuo Continent. If it is any lower, it will be a loss.

Trump just stretched out five thick fingers and shook them in mid-air.

"This, this is impossible!"

Xue Erwen couldn't help but exclaimed.

Trump said calmly:

"Nothing is impossible. The price of the Empire's wool sweater is only five silver coins, and there is even room for it to continue to drop."

"And with the empire's current production capacity and sufficient raw materials, we can produce seven million such sweaters a year. After the completion of industrial construction in various places, this number is expected to increase at least ten times."

"You, how did you do it?"

Xue Erwen looked shocked.

He knew very well that the most important thing in the production process of these woolen sweaters was not the wool, but the ingenious craftsmen who made money by weaving wool.

But the prices of the empire's goods were extremely low, and the output was so huge, he had no idea how to do it even if he thought about it.

magic?

impossible.

The cost of magic can be much higher than hiring a craftsman.

Even though southern magic is popular in the world, and people have long been accustomed to magic, they still cannot serve the general public.

But even the most skilled craftsmen can only weave three or four woolen sweaters a day.

Could it be that the Burning Ember Empire captured hundreds of thousands of craftsmen and made them work day and night?

This idea came to Xue Erwen's mind, which seemed to him to be extremely ridiculous.

Trump threw the woolen sweater to the ground and said in a calm tone:

"You don't need to know how the Empire does it."

"You just need to help us, sell these goods and make money from them - this is very simple for your Waking Church. This is your old business, isn't it?"

"Of course."

Xue Erwen's eyes suddenly glowed with greed, as if he saw a pile of gold mountains.

The interests here are too huge.

If the prices of Ember Empire's goods are really so low, then if they are sold to the south, people will definitely snap them up.

And if it is true as Trump said, the Empire's production capacity can reach that terrifying volume, then their wool sweaters will flood the market, which will definitely make the wool workshops on the continent go bankrupt - but at the same time, the annual trade will generate millions of gold coins in profits.

With so many gold coins, even if a little flows out from his fingers, it will be enough for him to make a fortune.

"Who is your general manager?"

Trump's voice interrupted Xue Erwen's fantasy of piled up gold coins.

"It's me, sir."

Xue Erwen's voice trembled, but it was just because of excitement and excitement.

Trump waved his hand and said disdainfully: "I'm talking about the general manager of your Wojin Church, not the envoys. You are not qualified to sign a contract with me and decide the direction of future cooperation."

"Report to the lord, it's the Saint Coin of Tiona Ludwig."

Xue Erwen calmed down and realized that he was just an envoy and couldn't decide such a big thing.

He was not overwhelmed by the gold coins.

The faith of Woking on the entire continent of Feanso is a unified system, led by an archbishop called "Holy Coin".

The current bishop of Holy Coin and the goddess's spokesperson, Tiona Ludwig, is in the "Golden Tower" temple, a huge church overlooking the Free Trade Federation, trying to gather the faith of Woking.

Rump's ugly face showed a confident smile.

"Well, go back and tell her that there is a business order worth tens of millions of gold coins here, ask her if she wants to sign it."

"Yes, sir."

Sherwin suppressed his excitement and bowed with special respect.

This is the charm of gold.

A great and notorious cooperation is about to begin, which will bring the glory of free trade and the bankruptcy of countless people.

After the envoys of the Church of Woking left in a hurry, another brief conversation took place in the empty palace.

"Rump, you should know my requirements."

"Of course, Master, these profit-seeking Waukeen believers must not be trusted, their greed will never be satisfied."

"We just want to use their power in the south."

"When the company has a firm foothold in the south, we will kick them out and replace all employees with our own people."

"Very good, you understand."

When the ogre angrily denounced the greed of the Waukeen Church, he did not realize that he was the greediest and most stingy one, and he was not even willing to share a mouthful of soup with outsiders. (End of this chapter)