When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 1093 The Genius Businessman Danio

Danio looked down and checked the name card. Yes, it was correct.

"Take another look."

"Don't bother looking, get out of here, you liar!"

He could hardly believe his ears: "What did you say? You don't recognize this name card? It's from the Megady Merchant Guild!"

"What Megdi? I don't know that! Where did this beggar come from, daring to barge into the Windmill Village Merchant Guild?" The gatekeeper glanced at him sideways and reached out to shove Daniel's shoulder. "Get out of here, don't get in my way!"

Danio was pushed and stumbled, his lower back hitting the goalpost, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Hiss, are you looking for trouble?"

He has served in the army for so many years and fought so many battles. He has never suffered such grievances before.

He immediately tried to draw his sword, but as soon as his hand touched the hilt, Paolina stopped him.

"Don't be impulsive," Paolina said in a low voice. "This isn't the Holy Alliance; you'll only get hurt if you make a move."

Before Danio could calm down, two private soldiers in iron armor came out of the warehouse.

"What's going on?" the private army captain asked, frowning. "It's so noisy."

The gatekeeper immediately pointed at Danio and complained, "Captain, this kid is impersonating a member of the Chamber of Commerce, trying to sneak into the Chamber to cheat people. I saw through him, and he even tried to attack me!"

"Impersonating a member of the Chamber of Commerce?" The private soldier captain's face darkened, and he stepped forward to grab Danio's arm.

Danio abruptly broke free, his hand gripping the hilt of his saber, his knuckles turning white from the force: "I am the Holy Alliance's trade representative stationed at the Royal Court. Are you trying to provoke a conflict between our two countries by doing this?"

"A dispute between two countries?" The private army captain laughed as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "You? A conman who can't even recognize a name card? Seize him!"

Two private soldiers immediately surrounded him, pointing their spears at Danio from both sides.

Danio was completely confused. He had only come to visit the Chamber of Commerce, so how did it turn into a fight?

Isn't business all about human relationships and social interactions? How did it turn into a fight and killing?
Where exactly did things go wrong? Every step he took was correct.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Paolina suddenly took a step forward.

The bat's wings spread slightly behind it, its feet slightly off the ground, and its scarlet eyes coldly stared at the private army captain.

“He is one of my men,” Paolina said softly. “Does your Windmill Merchant Guild intend to make an enemy of our clan?”

The private army captain abruptly stopped, his expression instantly turning grim.

He looked Paolina up and down, noticing her wings and eyes behind her, and her feet off the ground.

In the end, he reluctantly withdrew his hand: "But this is the territory of the Windmill Land Chamber of Commerce, please behave yourselves."

After saying that, he glared at the gatekeeper, then turned and left with his private soldiers.

The gatekeeper shrank back in fear and dared not utter another word.

Danio stood there, his face flushing red and then pale. "Thank you."

If Paolina hadn't intervened, he probably would have been dragged into jail.

He gritted his teeth, stared at the gate of the Windmill Land Chamber of Commerce, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, you just wait and see!"

Paolina gently patted his arm: "Let's go, don't let them see through us."

Paolina's clan has long been wiped out; at most, she can only scare people with her flying ability, a characteristic usually reserved for noble vampires.

If Danio gets hit, she'll be the first to run.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing his anger, Danio turned and left.

Although the Holy Alliance is renowned, there are always some people who are not clear-headed. If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will!

He refused to believe that he couldn't find a chamber of commerce willing to cooperate.

“Let’s go check out the Dawn Island Merchant Guild,” Danio said, pointing to a spot not far away. “Dawn Island and our Holy Alliance have some connections, so they should at least give us some face.”

However, reality slapped him in the face once again.

The gatekeeper of the Dawn Island Chamber of Commerce didn't even let him present his name card. He just looked him up and down and shook his head, saying, "Our president said that we will not be receiving any outside businessmen recently, especially... those of unknown origin."

"Of dubious origin?" Danio was so angry he almost jumped up. "I am Captain Danio of the Holy Alliance, I came with spices, how is that of dubious origin?"

No matter what he said, the gatekeeper wouldn't listen and refused to let him in.

Danio was not satisfied and went to other chambers of commerce.

He traversed almost the entire Chamber of Commerce street, from the Imperial Chamber of Commerce to the local chambers of commerce in the southern provinces. The afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows on the street, but not a single chamber of commerce was willing to let him in.

Some even shut the door shut, not bothering to say a word.

As darkness fell, the lights in the windows along the street lit up one by one, illuminating Danio's tired and dejected face.

He leaned against a wall, panting heavily, his throat so dry it felt like it was about to burst into flames.

Why? Why is that?
He couldn't understand why the spices from the Holy Alliance, which were in high demand everywhere, were so unpopular in Black Tower Harbor.
If he can't find a distributor and can't complete the task, how will he explain it to Horn?
Will the lie about Clayton Business School also be exposed?

By this point, the fact that the resume was fake was too embarrassing to admit!

"Let's go back to the hotel first," Paolina said with a hint of sympathy. "We'll figure something out tomorrow."

“Perhaps we should head further south?” Danio scratched his messy hair. “This cursed place might be our cursed land.”

"Let's put the spices aside for now and look at the ship materials..."

“Okay, there’s a night market here tonight, um, wait a minute…” Danio suddenly stopped and stared blankly at Paolina.

Yes! Why didn't he think of it?

Spices are a hard currency; they're valuable everywhere.

They were able to trade spices for water and supplies before, so why can't they trade them for ship materials?

Without you shady middlemen, I can't even do business on my own?
He's a true business genius!

With a cheer, Danio picked up Paolina and spun her around: "Yes! That's right! Let's go, let's go now!"

Guided by Paolina, the two soon arrived at the vampire night market located on the edge of the port.

This place is completely different from the Chamber of Commerce Street during the day; everywhere you look, there are shimmering white bone lanterns.

The air was filled with spices, alcohol, and a strange, sweet, fishy smell.

Merchants of all skin colors and races came and went, shoulder to shoulder, haggling over prices, making so much noise that it hurt your ears.

After spending some money and with the guide's directions, Danio quickly found a stall selling ship materials.

The stall owner was a tall vampire with fangs slightly protruding from his lips, and he was haggling with an ogre.

Danio stepped forward and took out a small bag of spices: "Excuse me, I'd like to trade this for some ship materials. Would you be interested?"

The vampire stall owner's eyes lit up immediately upon smelling the spices. He snatched the bag, opened it, and sniffed it, nodding repeatedly: "Interesting! Very interesting!"

He glanced at the ogre beside him and waved his hand impatiently: "You don't have enough money, don't bother me."

Turning around, he said with a beaming smile, "My friend, what kind of ship material do you want? Oak, pine, or ironwood? I have it all."

"I need old wood that has been air-dried for many years, preferably wood suitable for building large inland river ships."

"Old material, no problem!" The vampire stall owner patted his chest. "I just bought a batch of century-old oak from the north, the quality is absolutely top-notch."

Exchanging spices is an option, but with currency values ​​fluctuating so much lately, spices are a better store of value.

The two quickly agreed on a price, with Danio exchanging thirty bags of spices for enough oak and pine to build two large ships.

Of course, this is just a deposit.

Danio was cautious; if the other party went back on their word, he would at most lose thirty bags of spices.

The vampire stall owner, seemingly afraid he might change his mind, produced a contract and made him sign it.

Danio looked at the terms of the contract. Although he didn't quite understand some of them, he thought that as long as he could get ship materials, he would sign it without hesitation.

With the ship materials settled, Danio felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders and hummed a little tune as he walked toward the hotel.

He finally accomplished something, and now he can go back and give himself an explanation.

But as soon as he reached the hotel entrance, he froze.

The sailors and crew of the Ezuan and the Golden Sheep were all standing in the hotel courtyard, their faces solemn.

Large bags and suitcases were piled up to the side, making it look as if they had just been kicked out.

"What's going on?" Danio asked hurriedly, stepping forward. "What are you all doing here?"

When Esuan saw him, his face showed anxiety, and he quickly stepped forward: "Dagno, our ship, our ship... has been seized by the provincial governor!"

(End of this chapter)