industrial lord

Chapter 321
The capital of the Kingdom of Sardinia, Emperor Baili City, was once the capital of the millennium. It is across the river from the Holy City of the Illuminati Church. Every five steps in the city, there must be a monument related to historical figures.

In a royal estate outside the city, there is a large piece of land that used to be planted with pastures and is now planted with soft short grass. His Majesty King Francisco is sitting in the shed beside the grass, watching with a smile on his grandsons and children from other noble families. Kick the ball and feed a purple bird in the palm of your hand from time to time with nuts.

Earl Friedkin walked quickly from a distance, saluted the king and began to report on the visit.

Francisco leaned against the chair, put the bird on his shoulder, and slowly moved a string of shiny golden wooden rosary beads with his right hand, asking for some details from time to time.

The little bird found that there was nothing to eat, and kept urging with a crisp voice.

During this visit, Friedkin communicated with Mafia about the canonization ceremony this fall, and the two sides reached an agreement.

Friedkin then reported on his communication with Duke Wesson.

"What?" Francisco sat up straight all of a sudden, "Did he really say that?"

Friedkin replied in the affirmative: "Yes, Duke Wesson thinks that the price of tulips will collapse soon."

Francisco put his rosary on his wrist, ran his fingers through his white hair, stood up, turned and walked to the other side of the shed.

It was a large piece of land that had just been plowed, covering more than 200 mu, divided into more than 20 pieces by ridges. The queen was instructing the farmers to apply base fertilizer in the field.

With warmer weather in a few days, the first season of tulips can be planted.

Francisco was pacing up and down the tulip field with his hands behind his back and plucking his rosary beads.

Friedkin didn't disturb his thinking, turned to the low table aside, filled the king's empty teacup, scooped two and a half spoonfuls of honey, and stirred it evenly.

The king and the earl played together like the children on the meadow back then, and the queen didn't know the king as well as the earl did.

Francisco came back and sat down, picked up the teacup and drank the slightly greasy black tea in one gulp, continued to put the bird back in his palm, stroked its shiny purple feathers after feeding a nut, and asked Friedkin at the same time: "Now How much do tulip bulbs sell for?"

He knew that tulips were very popular in recent years, and many ladies including the queen liked them, but he was not in this circle, so he didn't know the details.

Friedkin thought for a while and replied: "Tulips in the market are priced by how many strong bulls can be exchanged for. If you talk about gold coins, you will be ridiculed."

Francisco nodded. This is the problem in the circle. The price of the hand-raised bird in his hand is priced with sheep.

Friedkin continued: "I heard that the best tulip bulbs in the Kingdom of Gaul sold a hundred bulls last month."

Francisco nodded and said, "It will take a lot of effort to plant so much at one time."

Friedkin raised his hand and held up a finger and said, "That's just the price of a bulb."

Francisco blinked and said with a smile, "You really know how to joke."

Friedkin shook his head gravely.

His Majesty Francisco was dumbfounded, and the purple bird was almost crushed to death by him.

Friedkin continued: "I heard that the tulip of that variety was bred by Prince Moritz's family. It is very beautiful. When it bloomed last year, it attracted countless people to watch."

"The queen's tulips . . . with all due respect, the best ones are worth about twenty bullocks, and most are worth four or five bullocks."

He finally added: "It's the price of a bulb."

Francisco turned his head to look at the land that was going to be used to plant tulips, his breathing became short of breath, bloodshot eyes faintly appeared in his eyes.

He picked up the teapot and opened the lid to drink it up to calm himself down. He put the bird on the table and continued to pluck the rosary to think.

After a long time, His Majesty the King turned around and asked Friedkin: "Where are tulips popular now?"

Friedkin replied: "From the Osmarga Empire in the east, the Piast Kingdom, to the Madeira Kingdom at the western end of the continent, tulips are regarded as treasures growing from the land almost everywhere."

He paused and said, "By the way, Wessen State is not interested in tulips. They prefer to keep pet birds from the southern continent."

"Duke Wesson's fiancée, Miss Eltar, has seven beautiful jeweled birds. These birds are of different colors, and they will circle around her by themselves."

Francisco looked at the purple bird that jumped back into his hand, and couldn't help but nodded. This bird was bought from there, and it is said that it has adapted to the climate in the north of the Inner Sea.

He squinted his eyes and said to Friedkin: "You have to lose a few fingers of fat again."

Friedkin immediately replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, please order."

Francisco said: "You have to go to the Kingdom of Gaul and sell all the tulips in the royal family's territory before the darkest hour that Duke Wesson said has come, and it can be cheaper."

Knowing that the king believed Duke Wesson's prediction, Friedkin wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune.

He thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, why don't you hand over this business to a Venetian merchant."

"I heard that in the Rhine estuary area where the value of tulips first skyrocketed, the price of tulips rose more than 60 times in a year, and now every household there is investing in tulips."

"Although the price of tulips has not risen so fast, it is still very attractive as an investment."

"After listening to Duke Wesson's analysis, I became a little scared, worried that the darkest hour would come at any time."

"Your Majesty, we are not as good as the Venetians in terms of business. Why don't you take advantage of the price of tulips and get some money from them?"

Francisco narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Yes."

Recently, he has been thinking about how to build the railway, and the biggest problem is where the money will come from.

Well now, there is an opportunity in front of him, it would be foolish not to seize it.

The Doge of Venice had plenipotentiaries in Tiberias, and Baron Shylock soon came before the king.

Although Sherlock was puzzled by the fact that the king and Earl Friedkin were going to sell a large number of tulips, he still accepted the business on behalf of the Venetian United Chamber of Commerce. No one would refuse such a profitable business.

"Your Majesty, I have an unfeeling request." Baron Sherlock said, "I want to rent the land and farmers, plant the tulips I bought, and take them out in June next year."

Francisco immediately understood what he meant, and in the second year the tulips could produce four or five bulbs, and by then more could be sold.

"No problem." His Majesty the King said, "I will rent you a few royal manors, and the rent will only be [-]% of the market price."

"But I have a condition, the gold coins must be delivered as soon as possible."

When it comes to gold coins, Baron Sherlock has the confidence to be proud in front of the king.

"No problem." He said slightly proudly, "The payment will be settled within ten days."

Francisco sent someone to count the amount, and Sherlock checked the gold coins raised. The specific amount and transaction were completed by his subordinates, and he only had to wait for the final result.

In one day, the royal family's tulips were almost sold out, leaving only a few left by the queen. Friedkin also took the opportunity to clear the goods of his wife and daughter.

"Duke Wesson..." Francisco pondered in the study, "I really want to meet him."

Friedkin said helplessly: "I originally invited him to be a guest, but one of his friends from the Kingdom of Gaul was ill and was recuperating on Dwarf Island, so he rushed away."

(End of this chapter)