The fat Padrick Pom sat in the living room of Lord Cecil's "Castle" with a little restrained attitude, and adjusted the position of his bow tie for the third time.

He is not a person who has never seen the world, but it is difficult for people in this world who have seen the world again to have the opportunity to have a close conversation with a founding hero. He knew that this situation was completely different from the previous conversation in Kant Castle. Last time, he accepted the appointment of Duke Cecil in the crowd as a representative of Kant. This time, Duke Cecil called him from Kant to hold a private face-to-face meeting.

The pressure caused by these two conversations is completely different.

At the same time, Padric was also curiously looking at this place that was extremely novel in his eyes.

This mansion is the castle of Duke Cecil, but its shape is completely different from the aristocratic fortresses in the public's impression. Rather than a castle, it is closer to the "vacation manor" architectural style recently popularized by some nobles in the central region. It is probably not as strong as the castle, but the environment inside is surprisingly comfortable: wide floor-to-ceiling windows, bright living rooms, warm corridors and rooms, and the humidity and corruption often found in the castle is really amazing.

Most of the walls here are painted white and pure, and the bright magic crystal lanterns illuminate every corner of the building as if they were free of money. In fact, not only in this castle, but since entering Cecil's territory, Padric saw more magic crystal lanterns than the sum of magic crystal lanterns he had seen in his first half of his life.

God knows how this newly established pioneering lord did this. In just a few months, neat brick and tile houses were built here, and wide and straight streets, docks, mills, and sawmills were all available. Among all these things, the most eye-catching thing was the magic crystal lanterns that were lit just near dusk. They were placed in rows on both sides of the road and in front of the main entrances of the houses. They were not used to illuminate the lord's mansion, but to illuminate the places where the common people lived!

Originally, Padric thought that it was an extraordinary feat for Kant to make half of the leaders light the oil lamp after nightfall, but when he saw the brightly lit Cecil territory after nightfall, he felt that the town he was familiar with became dim in an instant.

How rich is Cecil? Did they hire dozens or hundreds of formal mages to recharge the street lights at the doors of the common people?

And what is the incredible speed of construction? What is the matter of engineering projects that are still unstoppable in winter? And what is the matter of civilians who walk around in the territory, chat and laugh loudly, and are not afraid of trembling when they see patrol soldiers? What are the large buildings that make strange noises and are called factories?

This territory seemed to be covered with countless mysteries, but Padric did not dare to go deeper. He knew the owner of this land, the origin of the Grand Duke Gowen Cecil, a legend who had experienced the Gondor period and the second pioneering, was said to have reached a secret agreement with the Four Elements Lords and had close contact with the royal family of elves and dwarves. Such a person was almost "inhuman" in Padric's opinion. Even if he borrowed the power of the Elements Lords to build this territory, Padric felt that there was no problem. But as a small person, he would be too much of a problem.

When Padric was tidying up his bow tie for the fourth time, the little maid who looked dumb came up again, and I don’t know how many times he filled the tea cup on the round table: “Sir, drink tea.”

"Oh, oh, thank you." Padric burped with a sound of water, but this time he had learned to be smart. He just picked up the teacup and took a sip. He realized that the little maid girl in front of him was not deliberately making things difficult for him, nor was she being instructed by the duke to test him. Instead, she probably hadn't learned how to receive guests with a high-level maid or head maid. She only knew to fill the guests' teacup again and again, and then stared at the guests for tea. But if the guests were too honest or thought too much, such as herself half an hour ago, she would most likely be consumed to death by her tea.

"May I ask...Does the Duke know I'm here?" After putting down the teacup, Padric asked carefully at Betty.

The other party is just a small maid, and it is impossible to compare with himself as the lord's advisor (formerly), but only a fool would use such a simple method to compare the girl is just a maid, but she is the maid of the duke!

Then the "duke's maid" put her finger on her chin and fell into a state of dazedness for a few seconds. After thinking hard, Betty shook her head: "I don't know!"

Padric sighed and gave up asking about anything from Betty.

And at this moment, the door of the living room was finally pushed open, and a tall figure stood there, causing Padric, who had just finished sighing, to stand up like a conditioned reflex.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time," Gao Wen said with a smile as he walked into the room, "I'm inspecting the alchemy factory, and it took some time for me to sort out the samples, Betty, pouring tea for the guests?"

Betty raised the big teapot in her hand: "Pour tea!"

Padric hiccupped his conditioned hiccup when he heard the sound of water in the big teapot...

Gao Wen was stunned: Why did this fat man hiccup and even bring back echoes?

However, he did not delve into this matter, but was relieved by the growth of his little maid. After showing a smile of praise to the little girl, he looked at the slightly nervous and hiccupped Mr. Padrick: "Knight Philip praised you very much. When he came back to report the situation last time, he mentioned that you managed the finances of Kanter in order, not only ensuring the supply of winter supplies, but also stabilizing the merchants who had trade with Kanter in the event of the death of the lord, so that they could still do business with Kanter in the coming year?"

"I just did my duty," Padric nodded with his head reservedly. "I have always been responsible for dealing with the commerce sectors in the territory and making suggestions to the lords in this regard. It is shameful that although I am proficient in heraldry, grammar and etiquette, I have invested more energy in money, which...is probably not very decent."

"It's really indecent when you are good at dealing with money but you still dare not admit it," Gao Wen smiled. "I came to you today to talk to you about money. I think you should already know this, right?"

"Ah, yes, I saw your letter. Your territory has entered the stage of output. So I want to contact me for the trade route?" Padric nodded, "Is it an alchemy potion right?"

"Yes, alchemy potions, but I want to declare in advance that Cecil's way of producing and selling alchemy potions is probably very different from what you think. I have a brand new trading model, and I need you to help me form and implement it."

"A brand new trade model?" Padric frowned. He didn't know what Gowen meant, "Are you talking about your commission as a lord?"

"It's too troublesome to say. It's better to just look at the information," Gao Wen said, signaling Herty, who was following him, to hand a not-too-thick booklet to Padric in front of him. "This will tell you what the 'new trade model' is."

Padric took the booklet, but although he was quite awe of Gao Wen, he was still quite conceited when talking about the field he was good at. He asked himself that he had been dealing with merchants for half his life and was very familiar with the things that paved the trade routes, trade and sales. No matter how novel the trade model was, it would not be much complicated in his eyes. He used a booklet to explain that it was really a bit of a big deal, but he did not dare to say it out loud, but could only nod respectfully: "Okay, let me take a look. Lord Duke, you can rest assured that I am quite confident in doing business."

As he said, he saw some keywords on the booklet: chain distribution, regional agent, circulation network, sharing model and market expansion...

Gao Wen didn't say anything, but just watched Padric quickly finish reading the not-so-thick booklet.

Padric spent a few minutes to browse the first time, and then took three times to watch the second time.

As he was about to watch it for the third time, Govin interrupted him: "Mr. Padric, what do you think?"

Padric rubbed his eyes and looked at Gao Wen with a daze. It seemed that he had forgotten that he was in the Duke's residence's living room. His mind was full of incredible nouns and specific operation plans. When he realized that it was Gao Wen calling him, he suddenly burst into cold sweat: "Yes... yes Duke! I've finished reading, I've finished reading!"

"I know you've finished reading it, I want to know what you think."

"This...this" Padric looked down at the booklet in his hand, but suddenly realized that he had no words to use. "These ideas are indeed something I have never thought of. They look weird... but they seem feasible? But..."

After a long time, the fat man finally took a deep breath: "Okay, I admit that it is logically fine. If it is really implemented, it will quickly grow into a commercial monster in the southern region without any separate businessmen. The merchants and even the regional chamber of commerce can fight against such a group of merchants with strict organization, efficient circulation, unified action, and backed by the great nobles. But I also want to be honest, these ideas are almost impossible to realize. You require everyone in this sales system to be under unified dispatch. The lower-level shops are commanded by the regional agent, and the regional agents are commanded by the general manager you appointed, but no merchant has ever accepted this kind of constraint before. Of course, we can barely achieve this by relying on monetary interests and contracts, but you also require the lowest-level shops to make their business to civilians. This..."

Padrick spread his hands: "Alchemy potions are not stinky ointments made by country herbalists. Even poorer mercenaries may not be able to afford them. How can civilians afford them? Even if we sell them to civilians, no one will buy them!"

"You don't have to worry about this. Since I said that new alchemy potions can be sold to civilians, I naturally considered the price. I can guarantee that they are so cheap that ordinary civilians can afford it by gritting their teeth. Nobles from all over the country can also use this potion for their army."

Gao Wen did not say too much directly, and did not promise that "even serfs can afford alchemy potions" because this is unrealistic. Not every territory is like the Cecil territory. In most parts of the world, the private property of serfs is almost zero. Even if Gao Wen makes alchemy potions cheap, those serfs still can't afford to buy a bottle cap. In this regard, Gao Wen is powerless at present.

It is his biggest goal to make it possible for civilians (or citizens) with moderate conditions in other territories to afford alchemy potions.

Padric's first reaction to Gao Wen's statement was to question the impossible, but seeing the unshakable expression on the other party's face, he wisely did not say this, but simply evaluated the trade model in the manual: "Okay, then I want to say that the things written on it are full of wisdom. If you are selling not alchemy potions, but food cloth, my evaluation of it will rise to a higher level. But I still have one last question... Do you have so many alchemy potions?"

The "business scholar" spread his hands: "To 'feed' a sales system, the alchemy potion required is not a small amount."

Gao Wen smiled slightly and waved to the two servants who were following him: "Go and move those boxes of samples in."
Chapter completed!