Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 8: Too powerful, aristocratic naughty child

"Ah!"

Drogo sneezed.

Is someone talking about me? After all, with the physique of an ancient dragon, it is indeed difficult to catch a cold.

As the owner of Drogo's Toy Store, it is natural for me to contribute to the store.

Now he is playing a Asian dragon named "Drogo", lying next to the store door as a mascot.

This job is very leisurely. As long as you continue reading magic books there, you can attract countless people into the store.

Many children were holding wooden swords, shouting various slogans and gesticulating near him, and dubbing every chopped blow with their mouths, but they didn't dare to get close to him.

Besides that there was endless noise.

"Liffy is the best!"

"Nonsense, Mike is better!"

"Liffy is awesome!"

"He lost everything!"

"Millie is so cute..."

As expected, there are combat power parties in every world.

"Master, wait for me!"

There was a shout from across the street, and Drogo turned to look.

The one running in the front was a boy of about ten years old. The protective spell on his clothes was quite good, and it seemed that even if he was poked by his claws, his body would remain intact.

Following behind him was a male servant of similar age and two guards.

The boy didn't even queue up and rushed into the store.

Hey! Benlong has a bad temper.

Just as Drogo was about to drag him out, the boy stood in the middle of the store with his hands on his hips and said, "I'm Hal Craig, and I want a custom yo-yo!"

All right, just go in.

This dragon just has flexible standards.

In order to ensure that the toy store's first custom order was successful, Drogo also went to the second floor.

Craig, which one is it?

It is impossible for a commoner to go through so much trouble to buy toys.

Oh, I remember now. He should be the one who made magic constructs. If I remember correctly, his family had four sacred constructs, and three of them were destroyed in his claws.

Drogo swore that he didn't mean to destroy it. He originally wanted to steal it and collect it, but he didn't know how to remove the control of the maker and accidentally used some violence.

Thinking about it now, it’s such a pity, I could have almost regained the joy of playing Gundam.

Craig was not shy and went to the second floor and said directly: "I want to see the best yo-yo craftsman!"

I’m afraid it might come out and scare you.

Of course, she didn't say this out loud. Elsa had a standard smile on her face, showing the temperament of a professional salesperson.

"Our team of craftsmen is not in the city, but please rest assured that we will arrange the best craftsmen for you."

Then I took out the personalized customization proposal book that I had prepared earlier. The whole book was hand-painted, which made it look very expensive.

There are even animations demonstrating the moves of different ball styles, displayed directly on paper. It is a very interesting little magic.

Options include sphere shape, material, color, print, engraving, and storage box.

There are relatively few choices of materials now, only a few lightweight woods and stones. There is a kind of stone that can float on water and is similar to plastic in use.

As for metal or even magic metal spheres, current technology is not up to the task.

I tried to find the dwarves several times, but failed to reach a cooperation. Even the method of "Look! This is your family heirloom" didn't work.

Dwarves are a group known for their willfulness, and they pay attention to one's own temper in every aspect of life. Sometimes you can forge for free if you are happy after drinking with them, but sometimes you ask for a high price without wanting to make any money, just because you are not happy.

Very good mental state, making Drogo's claws spin.

However, he did not use force to coerce them, and the dwarves did not live a wealthy life. They all made a living by their skills and should not be bullied.

This matter needs to be considered slowly and catered to. "I want to engrave the family crest on the ball and use the colors of the Craig family flag. As for the shape and material of the ball, which one is the best?"

"It depends on how you want to play. Each ball shape and material has its own characteristics."

"Um……"

Faced with so many varieties, Craig had trouble making a choice.

"If you are new to yo-yoing, I recommend choosing the standard form of the live sleeper, which is more comprehensive and can be used for both online moves and spinning moves."

Elsa turned to the next page and continued to introduce: "This is a butterfly-shaped ball. Compared with the standard shape, it is more suitable for online fancy moves, but it cannot be pulled up and recovered, and needs to be tied with a line..."

"This is too much trouble!" Craig slapped his thigh, "How about this, we need every shape, and use the most expensive material!"

Elsa knew that the nobles were rich, but she didn't expect them to be so rich that a little kid spent as much as two years' salary on a toy.

The butler behind him directly took out a small stack of gold coins and said nothing about paying a deposit first and then paying the full amount after the yo-yo was delivered. He might be confident that no one would dare to cheat him.

I was just about to get up and see the guest off and give him some accessories as gifts.

Craig suddenly asked again: "How much money would it cost for me to appear in "Fire Teen King"? "

"I'm very sorry. Thank you for your love for "Pyro Boy King", but the story is already complete and it's difficult to add more characters. If there is a better opportunity for cooperation in the future, I will definitely contact you."

The little kid thinks a lot.

The content of "Fire Boy King" cannot have any problems, as this is the guarantee of Yo-Yo's future popularity.

The most taboo thing in the art industry is for laymen to lead professionals, and for investors to give orders, changing the plot today and adding a character tomorrow, taking advantage of a good IP to make a quick buck and running away, leaving a mess for the creators.

"However," Aisha changed the subject, "We also provide services for naming new moves and customizing special effects. Your new moves will appear in the comics."

"Really?" Craig immediately became excited.

The nobles spend huge amounts of money on luxury goods, not because they are stupid or have a lot of money. Although they do have too much money to spend, the most important thing is that they pursue the unique feeling of "I have something that you don't".

Do you know how attractive it is for children if a move you name is learned by all the children?

"But, but I can't."

"It's okay," Aisha smiled mysteriously and took out another booklet, "These are moves that haven't appeared in the comics yet and don't have names. You can choose one you like and specify which character will use it.

"We will also arrange for someone to teach you to ensure that you can fully master it. Special effect elements can also be customized, and you will be recorded as the inventor of the moves in future single-volume comics."

"Wow! How much does this cost?"

"Forehead……"

Elsa and Drogo were in a dilemma for a moment. This project was just a temporary idea and they hadn't decided on a price yet. Who knew what the purchasing power of the nobles was.

One person and one dragon start private chat.

"How about five gold coins?"

"That's not good. He can do my little illusion tricks by just teaching those two guards."

"You're asking for a sky-high price, but you're not going to pay it back? Why don't you try to make a five first? Maybe this silly boy will agree."

Everyone agreed, and Elsa awkwardly stretched out five fingers, making the sound of "five".

"What!" Craig stood up with a thump.

"Actually, there's no need to..." Elsa hurriedly wanted to say that there was still room for negotiation.

"Only fifty gold coins? Great! Let's make it a deal!"

The man and the dragon were stunned.

Looking at Craig spinning around excitedly, Drogo said, "Do you think we should give Toto a bigger bonus?"

After a moment, on the first floor.

Toto was demonstrating various moves to the guests. With his eyes squinted and his head lowered, it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or awake.

"Toto, I have an important task for you. Teach a kid your new tricks for ten silver coins."

Toto, who looked like a zombie, recovered his strength at a speed visible to the naked eye and rushed straight to the second floor.

He laughed as he ran, "There's actually an idiot who spends ten silver coins to learn how to yo-yo, hehehe..."

It seems that Craig will never be able to tell Toto how much money he spent in this lifetime, for fear that she will not be able to bear it.

(End of this chapter)