Imperial Crown.

Chapter 11: Aunt, I'll give you some compensation

brush.

The heavy dress fell to the ground, then was picked up by a pair of feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, handed over to the hands, and hung on the coat rack by the wall.

Denise sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers on her waist. As her waist rose and fell gently, the flesh-colored stockings were peeled off little by little, just like peeling an egg, exposing the elastic white tender flesh to the humid summer air.

Her feet were long and well-shaped, with clear lines and distinct bones, and the curve of the arch of her feet was perfect. Although no one appreciated them, her ten jade-like toes were dotted with the purple of marigolds.

Denise stood up on her toes, moving her hands behind her back. After a rustling sound and a long and relaxed hum, a corset was thrown into the closet.

Although the floor-length bronze mirror was expensive, it was not clear under the dim light at night. Denise walked to the mirror, ran her fingertips over her sexy body in the mirror, and a bored gasp escaped from between her lips and teeth.

She took another step forward, pressing her hot body against the cold bronze mirror, but it did not suppress the heat in her heart at all.

She is a mature and plump woman, but she hasn't touched a man for more than ten years.

man……

She touched her fingers to her lips in the mirror, and somehow Raven's face suddenly appeared in her mind, and her lust was instantly gone.

Denise took out a gauze nightgown from the closet and put it on, then sat down in front of the dressing table.

With a click, the enamel hairpin was taken off and placed on the table. Her black hair fell on her shoulders like a dark cloud. She crossed her legs, leaned close to the bronze mirror, and tapped the corners of her eyes with her fingers: "Damn it."

When she mentioned that gangster, she became furious.

She actually used her own son to put on a show and gather people's hearts, without caring about her aunt's feelings at all!
When she thought of the wound on her son's head, her heart almost bled and her chest heaved violently.

But a gangster is a gangster after all. If he wants financial support, he will come to me.

Now Denise had a relatively clear understanding of Raven - shameless, mean, despicable, greedy, and especially had an almost pathological desire for power and title.

Well, it's not surprising that a rat in the gutter aspires to become a glamorous aristocrat.

So Denise judged that in order to break into the circle of nobles, Raven would definitely come to her for help.

dong dong dong.

There was a clear and rhythmic knock on the door, which made Denise feel pleased with her own judgment but also a little annoyed.

Although Raven was born in a humble family, his etiquette was almost impeccable. In the entire Eagle Castle, apart from old Gordon, he was the only one who was so polite when knocking on the door, and old Gordon would never visit him at this time.

But how dare he come? Did he think that if he said a few nice words to me, I would give him the money?
Denise admitted that she was at a disadvantage in the last confrontation, but this time she was well prepared.

Raven must be made to know that the world does not operate according to his wishes!

Throwing a dark coat over her body, Denise asked, "Who?"

"It's me, aunt." Just as Denise expected, Raven's voice rang out.

Denise lowered her voice and said, "It's late. You shouldn't be here."

"This is my castle." Raven said, "Besides, you don't want Visdon to know, right?"

Denise's brows furrowed slightly when she mentioned her son.

Visdon was spoiled by her, and if he saw him talking to Raven, who knows what would happen.

With a creak, the door opened, and Denise walked back to the dressing table and sat down, saying coldly: "What do you want?"

There were no slippers in this world, but the floor of this room was covered with soft felt carpets. Although she was wearing a dark purple coat, her two calves and a pair of jade feet were exposed.

Looking at the ten attractive purple dots, Raven was shocked and said, "Aunt, did you prepare this especially for me?"

Denise rolled her eyes and changed her posture, leaning her upper body forward slightly, hiding her feet but revealing her most proud curves.

She also realized this and put her hand over her chest: "Raven, are you just doing nothing?"

Raven retracted his gaze: "Of course not, but being able to be in the same room with a beautiful lady like you, I have to put aside everything."

"Compliments are meaningless." Denise crossed her arms across her chest: "You know what I want to hear. If you are not here for that, please go back."

Raven raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I was also surprised by what happened to Visdon, but it was the best way to deal with it at the time."

"I know this makes you very sad, so I came here specially to give you some substantial compensation."

"Compensation?" Denise sneered. "Raven, what are you going to give me to compensate me? I know Eagle Territory's finances much better than you do. Are you going to rent me the remaining Eagle Town?"

Raven did not respond, but stretched out his hand hidden behind his back, and a bottle of red wine appeared in his hand: "Shall we drink and talk?"

Denise raised her eyebrows and said, "In the year 1176 of the Guangming calendar, the 'Amethyst' wine produced by Pangge Winery was the first wine to use a glass bottle. It was quite a gimmick and was once sold at a high price of seventy silver coins per bottle. However, the taste and quality were very average, and the price has now dropped to forty silver coins."

"The bottle in your hand has obviously been opened, and the color of the wine inside is lighter than amethyst."

She looked at Raven with a hint of disdain and anger in her eyes: "Baron Raven, you came to me with this kind of wine. Are you going to use the same tactics you usually use in Mon'en City on me?"

"Aunt Denise, you have a keen eye." Raven said with a smile, "This is indeed not the original amethyst, but you underestimated me."

"If I, Raven, want to sleep with a woman, I will never use crooked methods."

Denise wanted to retort, but she couldn't say it.

Because Raven is really handsome.

The thick black short hair makes him look energetic and capable, and his dark eyes combined with his three-dimensional facial features almost draw people's attention into his eyes.

Especially at this moment, Raven was wearing light brown leather armor and a blue-gray cloak on his shoulders. He exuded a neat and tough temperament.

With such a handsome appearance and his usual smooth talk, he will never lack women.

No wonder he has the nickname "Little Bee".

"Have a drink, Aunt Denise." Raven said with an ambiguous smile, "Otherwise, the night in Eagle Castle will be too boring."

Without waiting for Denise to refuse, Raven took a silver cup, opened the bottle and poured some wine into it, then drank it all. Then he took out another silver cup, gently filled it halfway, and pushed it in front of Denise: "If you still have nothing to say after drinking it, I will leave immediately."

Denise raised her lips in a mocking tone. "Okay, if that's your purpose. But I want to remind you that this level of attitude is not enough to erase the damage you have done to me and Weston. I still won't give you a penny."

Raven didn't comment, but just made a gentle gesture of invitation.

Denise raised the wine glass gracefully and took a sip. The moment the wine touched her tongue, her eyes lit up.

As a businessman, she often attends various events and naturally tastes various red wines, but no wine has ever given her this kind of enjoyment.

It does not have the sour taste common in wine at all, and has a soft and smooth taste like milk; it tastes as sweet as honey, but not as greasy as honey, and the sourness and unique flavor make it wonderful.

Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, she still drank every drop of the wine in the glass, and her cheeks immediately turned red. "Where did this wine come from?"

"I brewed it myself," Raven said with a smile.

"You?" Denise looked at Raven in disbelief. "Impossible. You've only been at Eagle Castle for half a month."

Raven smiled and said, "To be precise, it is to do some insignificant processing on the existing red wine."

Denise suddenly realized that this made a lot more sense, and she immediately asked, "What's the cost?"

"Oh, this is a trade secret." Raven said with a smile, "But there is one thing I can tell you, aunt. It is made with Magnus Winery's [Flowing Amber]."

Denise was stunned, walked to the corner of the room, opened a cabinet, and took out one of the wine jars: "Is this the one?"

Five silver coins and seventy copper coins per jar, each jar containing about one kilogram of red wine.

Raven nodded and said, "Of course."

Denise opened the jar, poured the wine into the cup and took a sip, then frowned. In her opinion, Liquid Amber was not a high-end red wine, but it was enough to accompany meals and entertain herself on weekdays.

But everything is afraid of comparison. Now after drinking the wine improved by Raven, this flowing amber is as hard to swallow as swill.

Does Raven really have this ability?
Denise still couldn't believe it: "How can I be sure you are not lying to me?"

"It's very simple." Since Raven dared to come, he must have been prepared.

He reached out and pulled the wine jar, took out a sealed test tube from his arms, poured the liquid into it, and then gently shook the wine jar.

A few minutes later, he pushed the jar of wine back to Denise: "Please."

Denise was skeptical, so she poured herself another glass of wine and carefully dipped it in the wine with the tip of her tongue.

That’s right, this is the taste of the wine that Raven brought!
As a qualified businessman, Denise almost instinctively began to calculate costs and profits.

A jar of [Liquid Amber] costs five silver coins plus seventy copper coins and weighs one kilogram. If purchased in large quantities, the price should be able to be reduced to five silver coins.

The improved red wine is of higher quality than most similar products on the market. Only a few top products have their own unique flavors, but this improved red wine is enough to rank among the highest-end products.

It was changed to high-end glass bottle packaging, with the cost price of one bottle being fifteen silver coins. One jar of flowing amber could hold two bottles of new wine, and one bottle of wine cost seventeen silver coins plus fifty copper coins.

As for high-end red wine, the best one on the market today is the [Red Maple Dew] produced by the Insa Empire, which costs eight gold coins and sixty silver coins per bottle.

As a new product, it is impossible to compete with luxury goods, but the price cannot be set too low. The standard price can be set at one gold coin and fifty silver coins.

In this way, the market in Mon'en City alone should be able to sell more than one thousand bottles each year, which means sales of one thousand five hundred gold coins.

Excluding transportation, storage and labor costs, the annual profit is about 1,300 gold coins.

I just don't know how much the magical liquid in Raven's hand costs. One bottle of liquid can improve two jars of flowing amber. If we calculate that there are one thousand bottles, then five hundred bottles will be needed.

Even though each one cost as much as two gold coins, she could still make a 20 percent profit margin!

"One thousand gold coins." Denise raised her head and looked at Raven with burning eyes, as if she wanted to eat him alive. She even forgot to cover up her graceful body. "I am willing to pay one thousand gold coins to buy the formula of this magical liquid!"

Raven immediately appreciated the beautiful scenery after the clouds and fog had cleared. Stimulated by the alcohol, her skin was rosy and just the right amount of sexy.

Although she admired the eggs, she was still rational: "Sorry, Aunt Denise, I can sell you the eggs, but I will never sell you the hens."

Denise also realized her own gaffe. She covered her body and said slowly, "Raven, you have to know that business is not that simple. Even if your product is good, you can't make a lot of money without sales channels and enough manpower."

"If you think a thousand gold coins are not enough, then I can make a concession and give you a share of ten silver coins for every bottle you sell."

"Or exclusive sales rights." Denise proposed another plan: "I can give you one gold coin for each bottle of your magical liquid!"

A gold coin!
Raven was shocked by the price.

The purchase price of a live pig weighing about 80 kilograms is about 20 silver coins, and the fat from this pig can be used to extract at least one kilogram of impure glycerin.

And if this kind of glycerin is put into this kind of test tube, it can hold at least one hundred bottles!

One hundred gold coins!
Compared to twenty silver coins, that's fifty times the profit!

But what Raven wants is not quick money, but a long-term industry.

Although glycerin had not yet been discovered in this world, the soap industry already existed.

At present, Raven is unable to completely eliminate the pig smell in glycerin. If it is sold directly, with Denise's shrewdness, the secret may be cracked in a few years.

Raven shook his head. “Exclusive sales rights are fine, but not for this liquid. It’s for the new wine itself.”

"Use this kind of bottle." Raven knocked on the glass bottle. "You will be responsible for the purchase of raw materials, labor, and storage costs. The pricing power is yours, but I want 70% of the profits as dividends."

"Seventy percent?" Denise frowned and said loudly, "This condition is too much. You have to know that I not only have to bear a series of costs in the middle, but also have to be responsible for opening up sales channels..."

“Oh, don’t get excited, Aunt Denise.” Raven waved his finger and said, “You should know that Fedro Commerce’s main business is bulk grain trade, not red wine distribution.”

"I came to you because you are my aunt. If you don't agree to this condition, then I can find someone else to cooperate with."

Looking at Raven's nonchalant face, Denise's breath was choked, her pearly teeth rubbed her plump lower lip, with a hint of resentment and anger in her eyes.

So hateful.

Looking at Raven's expression, it seemed as if he had already defeated me!
What made her even more uncomfortable was that she couldn't refute this.

She had never heard of this technology for improving red wine, and Raven had hidden the magical liquid so well that there was not even a trace left.

She thought again of how Raven had been staying in the kitchen for the past few days, and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes.

Is this what he wanted?
Then can I...

"Aunt, I advise you to give up those unrealistic ideas." Raven said, "Poirot does know the formula of this liquid, but I bet you can't pry him open his mouth."

Denise's thoughts suddenly died down.

Poirot is Raven's subject. His life, property, and family are all in Raven's hands. Unless Raven can be overthrown, there is really no way to obtain this recipe.

Raven leaned forward and looked into Denise's eyes, close enough to feel her breath. "It's about time. Haven't you thought it through yet?"

A strong masculine scent hit her in the face, and under the catalysis of alcohol, Denise's heart began to pound.

With her temper, she should have glared back, but damn, Raven's face was so handsome!

Why did such a good-looking face belong to a thug?

"Sixty percent." Denise leaned back in her chair. "As a member of the Griffith family, working with me can guarantee the safety of your secret recipe to the greatest extent. Also, as a businessman, I am more suitable for appearing in the business world than you."

"Sixty-five." Raven stared into Denise's eyes and put a hand on her collar. "Of course, if you are willing to make a little concession..."

"Sixty-five percent, deal!" Denise stood up, leaving Raven's finger empty. "But I want all marketing activities for this new wine to be planned by me."

Raven rubbed his nose regretfully and sniffed the faint fragrance lingering on his fingers: "I can give it to you later, but for the first marketing, you must use my plan."

Denise asked, “What are you going to do?”

Raven smiled and put his index finger to his lips: "Secret."

Denise was so angry that she laughed. She said proudly, "Raven, you may be a little clever, but I am a professional when it comes to selling things at a good price!"

"No, from the example just now, it's clear that I'm more professional." Raven said, standing up and walking out the door. "Within ten days, I want to see a deposit of 300 gold coins and the first batch of raw materials appear in the warehouse. Otherwise, I don't mind finding another generous partner."

The door slammed shut and Denise slammed the table angrily.

This time the confrontation failed again!

Raven had undoubtedly achieved his goal and alleviated the territory's economic crisis; and the bait he threw out was something that, as a businessman, he could not refuse.

"Raven, just wait." Denise bit her bright red lips, "When your marketing fails, you'll come to me for help!"

But at the same time, she couldn't help but start thinking.

What method will Raven use to increase the sales of this new wine?
"Oh, by the way, Aunt Denise." Raven suddenly opened the door and poked his head in, blinking: "I want to remind you to remember to wear underwear next time. I hope it's lace."

After speaking, he closed the door again.

Denise was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and saw the conspicuous buttons on her thin pajamas. Her face flushed and she gritted her teeth and shouted:
“Raven!!”

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(End of this chapter)