Imperial Crown.

Chapter 51 Making Big Money
As soon as Denise's voice disappeared, the lights went out.

The nobles were already accustomed to this kind of transition, but the sudden, drum-intensive music still caught their attention.

The lights came on and the music stopped abruptly.

On the stage, there was a row of young girls standing in an orderly manner. They were wearing clothes of the same style, which were identical except for the color.

The upper body is a cotton shirt with a lace bow tie, the lower body is tight woolen trousers, and the feet are leather high-heeled boots.

The lights flickered continuously, finally settling on a wheat-skinned girl in the center.

Her top was light blue and her bottoms were light grey, with a black belt dividing the top and bottom, making her waist particularly slender and her legs extremely long.

Boom!
The sound of music suddenly rang out.

The pair of slender legs stretched out, following the rhythm of the drums, and walked step by step along the T-shaped stage to the center of the hall.

The rich scent of magnolia fills the air.

Her makeup was very light, her appearance was no more than 60 points, and her clothes were tight and not revealing at all.

But combined with the charming flavor of Angel's Kiss and the music with clear drum beats, it immediately caught everyone's attention.

Even Viscount John, who was already over 60 years old, couldn't help swallowing!
The wheat-skinned woman walked to the end of the catwalk, spread her arms slightly like wings, spreading out a stronger fragrance, and then turned back.

At the same time, another girl took a step forward.

Her skin is fairer and her figure is fuller, but the clothing design does not deliberately highlight this, which makes her look healthy and energetic without being overtly associated with sexiness.

The fragrance on her body was different, a light scent of rosewood, but more of a sweet scent with a hint of milk.

The third, fourth, fifth...

The aroma in the air became stronger and more complex.

"Vulgar, obscene, shameless!" Mark pulled his collar, his face flushed, and cursed in a low voice: "Raven is really a disgrace to the nobility. He actually used such a despicable method to promote Angel's Kiss!"

Although he said that, his eyes could not leave the models on the catwalk and he kept swallowing his saliva.

He was not the only one who made similar moves. Even Gul'dan quietly left the box and blended into the corner of the hall.

"It's really... a corrupt atmosphere!" He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "It is because of people like this that the empire is becoming more and more corrupt!"

"Florence!"

The noble whose name was called was stunned for a moment: "Yes, sir!"

"After this is over, go find Raven and send these women to my place." He swallowed hard.
"I will teach them what self-respect and self-love mean!"

In the darkness, Raven's lips curled up into a complicated smile.

Catwalk shows were nothing new in previous lives, but in the Middles Continent, they were an unprecedented audio-visual feast.

The dark environment, lively music, sexy women, and rich aroma are enough to make anyone lose their mind.

But Raven didn't expect the effect to be so good.

Maybe too good.

He deliberately did not let these girls wear revealing clothes, and their movements were not as explicit as the girl group dances in his previous life, in order not to stimulate these "unworldly" nobles, and also to highlight the effect of the Angel's Kiss.

In the end, he overestimated these guys' ability to bear.

The music stopped, the lights came on, and the nobles present slowly came back to their senses. They sat upright with clear eyes.

Raven had already reached the center of the T-stage and cleared his throat, but did not speak immediately.

He swept his eyes across the room, seeing satisfaction in the men's eyes, and also seeing... hatred in the women's eyes?
Raven was delighted.

Perhaps these male nobles do not realize the importance of Angel's Kiss, but their female companions will always make them realize it.

After all, those walking on the catwalk are just "lowly" commoners. Is it because of their figure, appearance and temperament that they can attract the attention of gentlemen?

impossible.

At least these noble women would never admit it.

So, of course, all the credit should go to Angel's Kiss.

"Through this fashion show, I believe all the guests have gained an intuitive understanding of Angel's Kiss."

"It only takes one drop to deliver a beautiful, rich scent that lasts for six hours, and it doesn't contain any magic ingredients."

Raven spoke very slowly, almost stretching each syllable into three.

At first, the nobles were wondering why Raven seemed to be under a slowing spell, but then they noticed that his clothes were a little messy and quickly tidied them up. Their impression of Raven also improved.

When most people had finished their preparations, Raven spoke faster: "Today's press conference is over. It's dinner time. I hope everyone has a good time."

After saying that, he turned around and walked backstage.

Denise had changed into a more low-key light pink dress that was more suitable for attending a cocktail party. She was sitting in front of the dressing table, touching up her makeup with Angie's help.

She leaned back in her chair with her eyes slightly closed, giving off a lazy and relaxed impression.

Seeing this, Raven had an idea and was about to step forward to take over Angie's job when he saw a man peeking in the corner.

"Hey, isn't this Baron Florence?" Raven smiled and walked forward to greet him: "What are you doing here?"

"Um... Baron Raven." Florence coughed and blushed slightly. "Lord Gul'dan, I hope you can move those people on the stage..."

"Model?" Raven said.

"Yes, models." Florence lowered her voice: "He wants, uh, these models to go, go..."

He seemed unable to utter the following words.

But Raven was understanding enough: "Oh, I see. Mr. Gul'dan wants to learn about the customs and practices of Eagle Territory, right?"

As he said this, he blinked.

"That's right, the local customs!" Florence was obviously relieved: "Baron Raven, you are such a considerate nobleman."

Although he was loyal to the Fox family, he was a genuine baron after all, not a servant, so he was somewhat embarrassed to do such things.

"It's nothing. This is what I should do." Raven whispered, "Don't worry, I will let them pass soon."

Florence nodded and turned away.

Looking at his back, Raven shook his head slightly, and his evaluation of Gul'dan dropped a little.

The problem wasn't that he was lustful; the problem was that he shouldn't have sent Florence.

No matter they are nobles or retainers, they all need to be respected.

Turning back, Raven was about to continue what he was doing, but he found that Denise had opened her eyes and was looking at him with a smile.

Raven could only shrug and go to his locker room.

After changing into clothes more suitable for the cocktail party, Raven and Denise returned to the hall one after another.

Before I started chatting with anyone, Nancy was the first to come forward: "Raven, why didn't you inform me in advance of such an interesting thing?"

"Ah?" Raven was stunned for a moment: "Are you talking about the fashion show just now?"

"Fashion show. Oh, it's so hard to pronounce!" Nancy muttered this unfamiliar word: "It's fine if they don't let me be the host, but why don't they arrange for me to be on the fashion show? Is it because I'm not pretty enough?!"

Raven scratched his nose.

The reason why I kept it a secret from Nancy was because I was afraid that she, who always wanted to be in the spotlight, would make such a request.

Unexpectedly, she started to pursue the responsibility afterwards!

"You are the daughter of the Fox family." Raven sighed helplessly: "If I do something like this that is exposed to the public, Count Montreal will kill me!"

Nancy frowned in confusion, "Why, isn't it just an opera without lines?"

Raven scratched his nose, unable to think of a suitable excuse for a moment.

As one of the main means of entertainment in the Keynes Empire, many nobles are keen on the creation and performance of opera, and some are even more professional than professional playwrights and actors.

But the problem is that this is not an opera, and the models are not opera singers, but female technicians that Raven found from the Pink Mansion.

This kind of thing can be done, but it cannot be talked about openly.

Even if everyone knows this, it won’t work!
"Hmph, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I'll go ask someone else!" Nancy stamped her feet and turned away with Jenny's support.

As the dinner officially began, various delicacies were delivered and the maids brought out basins for washing hands. Next to the basin was an additional silver shelf with light yellow soap inside.

The nobles present were familiar with soap, so they did not pay special attention to it, but soon someone noticed its uniqueness.

"Little girl, what is the name of this thing?" Viscount John asked as he smelled the fresh lavender scent on his washed hands.

"My Lord, this is our Eagle Territory's new product, called 'Angel's Embrace'." The trained maid said, "It can be used not only to wash hands, but also to wash clothes. If you like, I can send a few pieces to your carriage when you leave."

"Hmm..." Viscount John nodded slowly.

Angel's Tears is a good wine, and Angel's Kiss is even more tempting, but he is not young anymore, so he still needs to be moderate.

On the contrary, the Angel's Embrace is much more practical, and he really likes the scent of it.

He has already started thinking that if this thing is useful and not too expensive, he could buy some in large quantities.

"Raven is a very thoughtful guy. He prepared three out of four items, food, clothing and other items, for a press conference." Viscount John whispered to himself, "He deserves to become rich."

John wasn't the only one who had similar thoughts.

But like John, they would not run straight up to Raven and ask the price.

They are aristocrats, not businessmen. When they communicate, they pay attention to indirect hints and hearing thunder in silence.

The party gradually became lively, and people around Raven gathered and dispersed.

During the conversation, Raven noticed Judra.

This guy actually took the initiative to talk to Denise, and he had no restraint. He talked for half an hour and ignored Raven's eye hints.

After seeing off two nobles who were interested in Angel's Kiss, Raven was about to go find Judra when someone else came up to him.

"Baron Raven, it's an honor to meet you." The young nobleman with a fleshy mole on his forehead stepped forward and saluted.

When they saw him coming, the nobles who had been interested in communicating with him stopped and naturally changed their communication partners.

“It is an honor to meet you, Baron Roger.” Raven returned the greeting and raised his glass. “Please give my respects to Mr. Gul’dan.”

"Your actions can express respect far more than words." Roger also raised his glass, stepped forward and whispered, "Lord Gul'dan is very satisfied with your arrangement."

Raven raised his brows slightly.

It seems that Gul'dan wants those models not just for his own enjoyment.

Roger raised his voice again: "Everything that happened today really opened my eyes. Your ingenuity is amazing."

"Haha, it's just a little trick that is not worthy of being shown on the stage." Raven said modestly.

He has heard a lot of similar compliments today, and his ears are almost callused. According to previous experience, Roger should make a request next.

As expected, Roger paused for a moment and said, "Mrs. Denise's words today have been deeply rooted in people's hearts. It is indeed time for Nord Province to have our own top-notch red wine."

"But after all, the Eagle Territory is located in a remote area. With only one workshop, it would be difficult to keep up with the production capacity."

"So, Mr. Gul'dan hopes that Baron Raven can hand over the formula of Angel's Tears and jointly build a winery in 'Hovi City'."

The city of Hovi, the fief of the Fox family, is also the capital of the Nord Province.

"I appreciate Mr. Gul'dan's kindness." Raven sighed and said regretfully, "It's a pity that the Angel's Tears cannot leave Eagle Territory."

"You also know that to make a good wine, in addition to high-quality grapes, the most important thing is the water source. The most important thing for Angel's Tears to have such a flavor is the Jinsha River."

"Without the Jinsha River, the Angel's Tears will only become ordinary items." Roger's voice was a little cold: "I'm afraid this statement will not satisfy Mr. Gul'dan."

As if he didn't hear the threat at all, Raven said, "I heard that your family mainly deals in magic props?"

"It just so happens that I also need a batch of magic equipment recently."

Hearing this, Roger's expression eased a little: "How much do you need?"

Raven shook his glass and said, "I have 19 personal soldiers."

No matter how good the Angel's Tears are, it is not Roger's turn to share the profits, but 19 sets of magic equipment, the profit is not low.

After a little consideration, Roger smiled softly: "Haha, then I think Mr. Guldan should be able to understand your painstaking efforts."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Roger." Raven raised his glass and clinked it with Roger's.

After a few words of conversation, Roger nodded and said goodbye, and someone else came up immediately.

Raven's eyes suddenly turned cold. He put the cup on the table and strode towards Judra.

This action immediately attracted the attention of many nobles present, and the originally bustling hall suddenly became quiet.

Only Judra didn't notice this and continued chattering around Denise like a monkey in heat.

Snapped.

Raven's hand fell on Judela's shoulder, and the latter frowned and turned around: "Who..."

He was greeted by Raven's eyes that seemed to contain thunderclouds.

"roll."

"Baron Raven." Judra was startled: "What are you doing...?"

Raven raised his voice: "I said, get out!"

This sentence immediately aroused Judra's anger, and she looked at Raven with dissatisfaction in her eyes.

It's just a piece of paper. It doesn't mean I am your dog. How dare you humiliate me like this! ?

He took a deep breath and tried to find a way to speak, but found that he had nothing to say.

After all, no matter what their relationship was, from the outside, Judra was just a treacherous scum with no honor.

If a quarrel really breaks out, it will only make his already poor reputation even worse.

Furthermore, the looks from the surrounding nobles were indeed becoming more and more unfriendly.

Judra turned around with twitching lips and looked at Denise with a complicated expression:
"Go away!"

Having said that, he turned around and walked away with his head down.

Weisdon in the corner proudly shook his clenched left hand with a smile on his face.

You deserve it. Do you think you can take advantage of my mother?
For a moment, his eyes softened when he looked at Raven.

As soon as Judra left, the meeting place, which had been very quiet just a moment ago, suddenly became lively.

"The Wharton family is really getting worse with each generation. They clearly received the invitation letter, but they didn't know that it was a respectable hint from Baron Raven. They even shamelessly approached us."

"Yes, it's fine if he doesn't take the deeds to the Eagle Mountain Mine and Thousand Needles Jungle, but he still keeps pestering Ms. Denise. He is simply shameless."

"Baron Raven has given him enough respect. If it were someone with a hot temper, like me, I would have kicked them out long ago and would not have waited until now!"

Judra had actually just walked out, and he could hear everything that was said inside, but who would care about the feelings of a stray dog ​​at this time?

Maintaining the outward courtesy is already giving him enough dignity!

On the other hand, these words were also said to Raven, and the purpose was of course to win his favor.

They could also ask Denise about the price, but Raven's performance just now made them see a "flaw".

Although restrained enough, this action is still tantamount to tearing off one's relationship, which is not what a mature noble should do.

Raven is still too young!

Being young means that you are easily dominated by emotions and easily persuaded by others.

If you say a few more nice words and build more relationships, maybe you can get a lower price?

So during the conversation, Raven hinted at the price here and there.

Angel's Tears, 2.88 gold coins per bottle.

Angel's Kiss has limited production and is not sold individually. For every order of 500 bottles of Angel's Tears, one bottle will be given for free.

Angel's Embrace, 6.98 silver coins each.

The price of Angel's Tears is fair, but Angel's Kisses are a bit tricky.

After all, most aristocratic families are not rich enough to consume luxury goods as if they were water.

Of course, buying together is one way, but how do you divide the bottle of Angel's Kiss then?

Then the nobles gathered around again, expressing openly or covertly that they hoped to sell the Angel's Kiss as well, even if the price was a little higher.

Denise expressed strong opposition.

But Raven, who was "soft-hearted and flexible", offered a price under everyone's pleading:
99.99 gold coins per bottle, no discount, only full payment reservations are accepted.

Even though the price was so high, it still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the nobles - especially the female nobles.

In just one night, 49 bottles were booked.

The reception lasted until midnight, when the nobles dispersed and stayed in the residences that Raven had arranged for them.

But the busyness has just begun.

Although the press conference lasted only one day, the nobles who had a great time did not leave immediately, but stayed for another five days, drinking Angel's Tears and watching the catwalk performances.

If they don't leave, Raven, as the host, certainly can't be absent.

It was not until the morning of the sixth day that the last group of nobles left, and Raven was finally able to find time to hold a long-awaited morning meeting.

In the morning light, the conference room was filled with the faint scent of roses. Denise, unlike her usual dignified and serious demeanor, wore a lavender silk dress. She crossed her legs, tiptoed on the ground, with a smile on her face, and poked her fingers on the soft tablecloth, like a girl in love.

Old Gordon held the monocle, a smile piled on his wrinkled face, his lips pursed as he kept looking through and checking the accounts, as if there were priceless treasures hidden in them.

Only Eric looked at Denise on the left and old Gordon on the right, somewhat confused, but his eyes were full of anticipation.

They are so happy, this press conference must have made a lot of money.

How much will it be, 2000 gold coins, or 3000?

Or…5000?

Footsteps were heard and Raven, dressed in casual clothes, strode in.

"Your Excellency the Baron!" The three of them stood up and saluted.

"Sit down." Raven walked to the main seat with a relaxed smile on his face, crossed his legs, flicked his fingers, and threw two pieces of parchment in front of old Gordon: "Just decided this morning, add it in."

When he unfolded the parchment, old Gordon's eyes suddenly lit up with surprise. He flipped through the document, constantly adding, subtracting and revising it with a quill, his breathing becoming heavier.

"It's all sorted, sir!"

Raven smiled and stretched out his right hand: "Let's get started."

"Yes, Baron!" Old Gordon immediately stood up, pushed his monocle, and read the contents of the notes word by word:
"This time, a total of 9659 Angel's Embraces were sold, earning 643.29 gold coins."

Eric exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my god, so much?! This is equivalent to the annual tax revenue of Shemling Town!"

In the past, Old Gordon would have been unhappy with Eric's interruption, but now he showed a sly smile:

"Angel's Kiss, 83 bottles, totaling 8299.17 gold coins."

"How much more?" Eric had already laid on the table. He swallowed and dug his ears: "More than 8000 gold coins!? Are you sure?!"

8000 gold coins? That’s just for the Angel’s Kiss!
Oh my god, am I dreaming?

Old Gordon's smile deepened, and he tried his best to keep his voice steady:
"Finally, Angel's Tears, 3647 bottles, income 10503.36 gold coins!"

He paused, took a few deep breaths, and then said loudly:

"After deducting various costs, the total income is gold coins
19323.61 pieces! "

With a thud, Eric had slid under the table.

He held onto the table and sat back on the chair, then pinched his face hard. Looking at the beard between his fingernails, he ignored the pain and shouted in surprise, "It's true, I'm not dreaming!?"

"My Lord Baron, you are really... you are really amazing!"

"Nearly 20000 gold coins, my god! If they were piled up, they would drown me!"

Old Gordon was also very excited, his eyes were red: "Baron, you said before that the goal was 10000 gold coins, I didn't believe it, now it seems that you are too humble!"

"Nearly 20000 gold coins. You're only 20 years old, and you've earned so much all at once!"

"I dare say that you are the youngest and most promising lord in the history of the Griffith family!"

Upon hearing this, Raven laughed and said modestly:
"No way, no way. In two months, I will be 21."

Denise glanced at Raven with a hint of anger.

"Laugh if you want to. Don't hold it back." Raven looked at her and said.

"Ha! Did I hold it in? How could I hold it in?" Denise asked back with her eyes wide open, but the next moment, she couldn't help but laughed softly.

19323.61 gold coins, an amount that even exceeds the total assets of Federo Business!

Angel's Tears, Angel's Kiss, Angel's Embrace, all of these came from Raven's inventions, and he was the one who planned the press conference that made them a hit.

What a genius business mind!
At this moment, Denise was even glad that it was Raven who inherited the title of the Griffith family.

The money he made was more than selling the Eagle Collars in a package!

“Alas—” Raven shook his head and sighed with regret: “What a pity, I almost got 20000 gold coins!”

This sentence immediately aroused the spirits of several people. Old Gordon nodded vigorously: "Next time, we will definitely be able to make more!"

"Of course." Denise said excitedly, "This money can be used to expand production capacity! Angel's Kiss needs flowers, and it's too unstable to rely solely on purchasing. We can buy a group of flower farmers and plant flowers on the hillsides that are not suitable for farming!"

"In this way, as long as the production capacity of Angel's Kiss increases, it is not impossible to produce three or five 20000 gold coins, not to mention 20000 gold coins!"

Old Gordon disagreed with Denise's idea: "Angel's Kiss is a luxury item after all. If you have too many of them, they will be worthless. In my opinion, we should invest this money in Eagle Town. That is the foundation for the future development of the territory!"

"Whether it's increasing production capacity or building Eagle Town, it all requires long-term investment." Eric also expressed his opinion: "We've made so much money this time, and it might attract the attention of the bandits on Bloody Highlands. We must first purchase equipment and strengthen our forces! Or at least train a few more extraordinary people!"

The three of them were arguing with each other, refusing to give in and each holding to his own opinion.

Raven saw it all and was happy.

In other words, they would argue like this only because they have enough money.

And this is a good thing. No matter what they are fighting for, it is essentially for the development of Eagle Territory!

Raven knocked on the table, drawing everyone's attention to himself. Just as he was about to speak, a cluster of fiery red figures floated in.

Nancy walked up to Raven, put her hands on her waist, and smiled, showing her fangs:

"Raven, I forgive you!"

Raven was confused.

ah? what's the situation?
……

(End of this chapter)