Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 65 Negotiation
Figosin thought a lot in an instant.

Armor, and it's combined, so it's most likely a construct. Summoning a construct in the room, is it an attempt to launch a sneak attack?
Has the Drogo Group teamed up with other royal family members to kill her here?
He didn't bring any weapons with him, and Master Zet's expertise wasn't in combat.

How to do?
While Figesin's nerves were tense and his brain was working fast.

Elsa smiled at the two of them apologetically, but her embarrassment could not be hidden in her smile.

Knock again.

"Fire Dragon Man! The rising flames are the power of fireworks!"

It's a language I can't understand, but it has a rhythmic feel.

Figosin became more alert. Could it be that he was communicating with the person outside the door in secret?
Elsa couldn't help it and knocked on the door twice.

"Drogo, we have guests!"

The door still didn't open, but the noises coming from the room became increasingly weird.

"Crack! Snap! Bang! Oh—ah!"

Figosin suddenly had an absurd guess. Could the sound inside be someone simulating a fight with their mouth?

Just like the group of eight or nine-year-old children in the castle, who used wooden sticks as swords, chasing and hacking at each other all day long, and dubbing the sounds of swords colliding with their mouths.

A stick that is straight enough is hard currency among friends. "Lend it to you for a while" can be exchanged for a lot of good things.

When playing excitedly, he would shout out the names of the moves loudly, showing a strong sense of conviction.

Who shouts out moves during a real fight?

"Demon Sealing Kill!"

Elsa couldn't bear it anymore and pushed the door open.

Figsin saw the strangest scene she had ever seen in her life, a scene that she could never have imagined even with all her imagination.

A creature whose identity is not quite certain. Judging from its exposed wings and tail, it might be a red dragon.

He was wearing unusually fancy red armor, holding an extremely impractical sword, waving it around without any rules, but his joy was visible to the naked eye.

But this happiness seemed to disappear the moment the door opened.

Instead, there was an almost frozen atmosphere of awkwardness.

With the intuition developed from many years of experience in the battlefield, Figosin was able to keenly sense a murderous aura, but it quickly disappeared.

Maybe at the moment just now, this Asian dragon thought about silencing everyone present.

"Ahem," Aisha coughed softly, breaking the silence, "This is Ms. Figesin, and this is Master Zet, a merchant group from the North, who wants to discuss the toy agency and Magic Shadow cooperation project."

Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the armor on Drogo.

The big dragon in the room belongs to him.

Drogo was a dragon who had seen the world. His chest was filled with rage but his face was calm. He slowly put away the blade of his flaming knife, split it into two halves, and put it back on his breastplate.

Use the Fire Dragon Summoner, and the entire body armor will be recovered into the summoner along with dazzling light effects.

The process of the armor peeling off from the body feels very mechanical.

"I'm testing the mobility of new toys. Designers must experience the toys themselves so they can better consider the players' perspectives. Doing it yourself has always been the management philosophy of the Drogo Group."

After a year of growth, Elsa could listen to Drogo's nonsense and still keep a professional smile on her face.

The Drogo Group has a weird business philosophy, it just does whatever it wants.

Figosin, who was standing by, was shocked by the luxury of the Drogo Group.

Toy?

They actually use constructs to make toys?

Constructs are important war resources, even though the toys appear to be defective products with failed enchantments.

Shouldn’t defective products be destroyed and usable materials extracted and recycled as much as possible?
"Hello," Figosin was full of questions, but he still extended his right hand politely, "We want to introduce your toys to the North. There is still a vacancy in the North market right now."

The big claws feel pretty good, not as hard as imagined, more like hard leather with a bit of elasticity.

"Tell me your real purpose," Drogo sat back in his custom-made dragon-shaped ergonomic chair, which was extremely comfortable and supportive. "You don't look like a traveling merchant group."

"Why?" Figgins was still impatient and didn't make up any other excuses. "From a logical point of view, Drogo toys have long been sold all over the continent. Profit-seeking merchants will not miss any blank market. Now there is still a vacancy, which can only prove one thing, that there is no market in that place at all."

Drogo pulled a few bottles of drink from a cabinet engraved with frost runes.

"Apple, grape, orange, what flavor do you like? Carbonated drinks that haven't been launched yet, not healthy, but definitely enough to make you happy."

"Grapes, thank you."

Figosin doesn't like apples because they are the only fruit found in the North. It's not that they are bad, but she just thinks they have no advantages as a fruit, just like her.

Master Zet looked at his student with some worry. It would be hard to have any good results if he was completely caught up in the other party's rhythm at the very beginning of the negotiation.

"From a sensory perspective," Drogo pointed to his nose, "I can smell the scent of your inner armor. That's the smell of gold coins. The Northern Merchants can't afford to wear such things."

Drogo looked at the wizard beside him.

Zet immediately felt unprecedented pressure, and sweat covered his wrinkled face.

"There is another follower who is stuck at the threshold of legend and will probably never cross the threshold in his lifetime," Drogo continued. "I thought you would be very interested in these letters."

"What?" Figosin couldn't keep up with Drogo's jumping thoughts.

Drogo threw one letter after another, each with exquisite envelopes and gorgeous handwriting, onto the table.

Figessin immediately noticed the names of the senders.

Aslan Sutton, Jonathan Sutton, Momchiel Sutton, Helena Sutton...

"It seems that you are familiar with these names. Some of them want to get a piece of the pie, and some want to borrow my influence to create momentum. What do you want, Ms. Sutton?"

Drogo's tone was casual, as if he didn't take the royal family seriously at all.

"I want to change people's impression of the North through the power of the Shadow."

"What impression?"

"Greed, poverty, cunning, violence..."

"If you believe in these impressions yourself, how can you change others?"

Drogo interrupted Figosin directly.

"Cultural hype without a realistic basis is just like a bubble floating in the air, which will burst at the slightest touch."

Figesin had nothing to say.

"Since you are the first royal family member to come in person, please show your sincerity. Since this is a deal."

"You can get the rights to operate venues for showings of magic movies across the country."

"Morning and evening are mine. I have no shortage of time."

“You can get a more favorable tax rate in the future.”

"Oh, the future."

"you……"

"Forget about it," Drogo interrupted again. "What I want is a safe, stable area that can provide sufficient productivity and has construction potential."

Drogo continued mercilessly: "The North is not what it is now. Do you really want to change the North, or do you just use the people there as a springboard for your further advancement? I want to see changes to the current status quo in the North."

The North is indeed a good place as an industrial zone, with abundant resources and cheap labor.

The only problems were monster attacks, which were not a problem at all for Drogo, and human problems.

It's just that I'm temporarily too busy to handle everything, so it would be best if someone could solve the problem for the people there.

Drogo decided to bet on Figithin, since he had nothing to lose.

"If you can really show that kind of sincerity and build a legion-level teleportation array, then the North will naturally get the changes you want."

Drogo stood up and motioned for Elsa to get out the clothes he had prepared.

"But now, it's time for the Auto Chess press conference. I suggest you take a look. It will give you a more comprehensive understanding of the power of culture."

(End of this chapter)