The Death Knight of the Secret World

Chapter 17 0017. This is a big business
It was already early morning when Beomie got home, the little boy Almin had already fallen asleep, and Mrs. Maria was mending clothes with a candle.

There were five or six pieces of maid clothes that Beomi brought back to her before, and she could wear them with a little modification, which saved her clothing expenses for nearly two years.For this reason, she also specially made a beef stew with potatoes for the Beomi brothers to express her gratitude. Although the beef is only a small piece, and it has been cut into infinitely small pieces, but the amount of potatoes is huge...

Anyway, the little boy Almin was very happy to eat, and Mrs. Maria found some half-worn clothes that her son who died young used to give Almin, so that Almin finally didn't have to dress like a little beggar up.

Seeing Beomie coming back, Mrs. Maria asked him if he needed to make some supper, and Beomie said that he had eaten outside.He also took out a small bag from his body, which contained the clothes that Alan had given him and several round soft breads.

The clothes Allen gave him were a bit too big and needed to be changed to a smaller size. He couldn't do this, so he had to ask Mrs. Maria for help.As for the buns, something between snacks and snacks, he brought them out from Marigold No. 162 for Almin and Mrs. Maria to eat.This kind of thing, which is similar to the French soft bread on the earth, is not sold in general bakeries, and only the pastry kitchens of noble families can provide it.

In addition, Beomi went to the kitchen of No. 162 Marigold when she was on her way to urge the food, and packed part of the lamb's internal organs.

In hospitality salons like this model, the main dishes generally require the guests to provide their own ingredients—this is also a tradition, because this kind of banquet salon party will make food according to the identity of the main guests, and it cannot always entertain dukes and earls It should be at the same level as entertaining big businessmen.

Therefore, the main course is generally provided by the initiator, like today's roast lamb, which was bought by Allen in advance and sent over.And the people of Backlund are not very averse to animal offal. Noble families may not eat it too much, but commoner families will buy animal offal to improve their meals—after all, animal offal is two-thirds cheaper than meat.

When Beomi went to ask for and pack the offal, the host didn't think it was impolite, but it was a bit of a pity - down-and-out aristocrats don't eat meat all the time, and it's good to deal with some animal offal.

Baomi only wanted a few internal organs that were easier to handle, such as sheep intestines and stomach pouches, but he didn't want them, because they were difficult to handle and not easy to make delicious.

With a little offal, tomorrow morning's food should be something to look forward to.Mrs. Maria took the things, sent the internal organs to the kitchen for a brief processing, and covered them tightly - there are more stray cats in the slums than homeless people, and they can always be found by smell If you don't cover all kinds of food, it's hard to say whether there will be half of it left in the morning.

After a brief wash, Beomi put on her clothes and lay down on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Beomi was woken up by the little boy Almin. The little guy said that Mrs. Maria had cooked delicious food. Beomi sniffed the smell and found that it should be boiled haggis porridge. He also smelled boiled haggis.

After a brief wash, the two brothers had a delicious breakfast. After Mrs. Maria finished packing and went to work, Beomy began to check on Xiao Maotou's homework from yesterday.

Well, the little boy Almin is also very smart. After learning for a little over a month, he is already proficient in using simple four arithmetic operations.

In terms of addition and subtraction, Almin can calculate within three digits, which is a bit of a stretch at his age, but considering that he missed the previous years of study, this performance is not bad.

Multiplication is still a bit lacking in general, and it just looks like it has just left the nine-nine multiplication table, and it is a bit awkward to calculate 11×9.The learning of division is even more terrible. He is not used to the division calculations taught by Beomi, and he always makes mistakes.

However, with the advanced learning method of ninety-nine multiplication table, Beomie thinks that his younger brother should not perform too badly.

Focusing on assigning dozens of division homework to Almin, Beomie, who expressed her relief as she watched Xiao Maotou scratching her head and scratching her head, went out to work.

There wasn't a lot of work this morning, and Beomi just went to a small alley in the slum area under the guidance of Arroben to collect a skinny and hungry person, and then ended the morning's work.

Because the handsome and beautiful boy like Beomi stands out from the crowd of crooked corpse workers, and he has the experience of working with a thorny guy like Alan Beckman, so the mustache section chief treats him very well. The memory is a bit deep.When arranging work, I took good care of him. All the jobs I arranged were not far from here. Even if I had to walk, I could get there within half an hour.

Then, as his mentor, Jōnin...well, I mean the mentor, Aruben also suffered a lot less.

10:30 When it was less than eleven o'clock, the master and the apprentice came back carrying the body bag.After handing over to Old Barton, the three of them smoked outside.

After a while, Alan, who saw Beomi coming back from the window on the second floor, came out.

After a round of cigarettes for the three of them, Alan Beckman took Beomi to go outside for consumption.

The vicinity of the police station is quite prosperous, with clothing stores, department stores, bakeries, taverns, and pawn shops.

Except for the public servants on the front line, the civilian staff of the police station are generally not allowed to go out during working hours, but Allen said: My uncle is the deputy chief, so he not only dared to go out to play, but also dared to go out in a fair manner.

And for good reason—he was there to negotiate work.

"So, this pawn shop is actually opened by your family?" Beomi said that her understanding of [relationship studies] is still shallow.

"Otherwise?" Allen sat on the sofa, and the guy from the pawn shop quickly brought black tea and a plate of nuts, looking very attentive.

"Do you think anyone can open a pawn shop next to the police station?" Alan Beckman looked smug.

"Actually, it's not my family anymore. It's the dowry my grandfather gave to my aunt, but my aunt doesn't usually take care of things, so I let my elder sister take care of it."

"That's not the same!" Beomi, who was about to explode with jealousy, grabbed a handful of nuts viciously and put them in his pocket, not caring about Alan's disgusted eyes.Don't say that this pecan is okay to eat, I will pack another...

"Can you stop embarrassing me?" Allen's face was dark.

"That, another plate of this!" Beomi pretended not to hear, handed the empty plate to the little brother just now, and signaled him to put another plate out.

"You can do it!" Allen wanted to kick this guy out, but after thinking about it, he still endured him: "Let's get down to business!"

"One more plate of this!" Beomi refused to budge.

Alan Beckman was so angry that he had a toothache, took a deep breath, and told himself in his heart: For the sake of money, bear with this guy one more time. "Give him another plate!"

Seeing that little brother running away in despair, Beomi picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip before leaning on the sofa and saying, "I said it yesterday, this is just an idea, don't get too excited!"

"Didn't you say that the profit is at least tens of thousands of gold pounds a year? Are you talking nonsense?" Allen sat beside Beomi very excitedly, with a look that if you dare to say that you are teasing me, I will strangle you to death did you mean.

"I'm talking about this market. It's normal for the initial market to be tens of thousands of gold pounds, and it's possible to break a hundred thousand gold pounds!" Beomi moved her butt to the side to keep herself away from Allen.

"Tell me, what do we have to do to earn this money!"

"Tch, if you really want to eat alone, at least you have to marry a princess as your wife!"

"If I can marry the princess, what's the difference of one hundred and eighty thousand gold pounds?" Allen looked at Beomi with a foolish look.

"I mean—every year!" Beomy stretched out a finger: "The net profit of about [-] gold pounds per year, if the repercussions are good, and it is sold to other countries, it may be doubled several times."

"Can you guarantee it?" Allen's eyes were red with excitement.

"I can't guarantee it!"

"Then you still..." The angry Alan Beckman almost slapped him.

"But I'm sure, as long as we make something, we won't have to worry about selling it!" Beomi hurriedly explained: "I'm talking about the market demand for this thing, do you know what market demand is?"

"Understand a little!" Alan Beckman looked solemn.

"Then let me ask you, you know all about sugar and spices, right? Do you know how big the sugar market demand is in Backlund?"

"Tens of thousands of catties..." Allen said with a guilty conscience, not sure.

"It's at least 350 million catties per year!" Beomi looked at this waste wood, feeling a little tired.

"Is there so much?" Allen was taken aback. How long would it take to eat several million catties of sugar?

"There will only be more! According to my estimates, Backlund's annual sugar consumption is about 430 million catties, and it can soar to more than 500 million catties at the highest." Beomi nodded resolutely.Said: "After excluding all kinds of consumption, the profit per catty of sugar is about one soli. In other words, the market demand for sugar will bring hundreds of thousands of gold pounds in net profit!"

"Then...the one we're going to do...is the same?" Allen was shocked by this data, and remembered the big business that Beomi said, and stood up excitedly.

"It will be a little bit worse. After all, what we do is not a necessities of life, but a non-staple food!"

"So, how do we operate?"

"Go buy a glass factory first!"

"Why buy a glass factory?"

"Because we are going to make canned fruit!"

(End of this chapter)