Global Mining.

Chapter 100 Wine Angel

Just when Dachun was about to ask what kind of amazing sister she was, the shoe angel decisively agreed: "No problem, invite me! But give me a salary of 10,000 first!"

Oh!

Well... the essence of spending ten thousand gold on horse bones is to buy junk and create a sensational advertising effect. But after all, it was once a guardian deity, so it's not particularly useless. Ten thousand gold is enough respect...

——System prompt: Congratulations! You have invited Shoe Angel to join your Chamber of Commerce. Your Chamber of Commerce has gained its first member and its reputation has been improved.

——System prompt: You have privately invested 1 mining coins in the Chamber of Commerce and paid Shoe Angel's today's salary of 1 mining coins.

Now that you've joined, let's talk business.

Dachun said, "I want to close a million-dollar deal in a day and a half. What are your thoughts?"

The shoe angel snorted coldly: "You should ask the Chamber of Commerce about this question, not me. If you want to steal or rob, I will not accompany you and will report you."

And you even reported it! You really haven't forgotten that you are an angel...

Dachun was anxious: "I am sure it is legal. You must come when the Chamber of Commerce notifies you of important events."

The shoe angel chuckled: "I didn't plan to participate in the event. You only invited me for a day and a half, but didn't say I had to participate. If you think I'm not following the rules, you can kick me out now!"

Damn, you really are...

At this moment, all kinds of laughter came from the surrounding stalls, some mocking Dachun, and some jealous of the money that the shoe angel got!
The two succubi were anxious: "Why are you talking to the president like that?"

The shoe angel smiled and said, "Miss, let me take care of this shoe."

Dachun also responded: "Both ladies, please give her the shoes for maintenance."

"No need. The president is very busy."

Dachun smiled: "Being able to witness the craftsmanship of the shoe angels is a huge reward in itself."

The succubus said nothing more: "Okay."

In fact, for Dachun, as long as Shoe Angel joins the guild, whether he does anything or not, he has achieved half of his goal.

His role is to act as a shill, setting an example. Just like a restaurant or barbershop: if no one is inside, new tourists won't dare go in. But if there's someone eating or getting a haircut, the effect is completely different. Hence the profession of restaurant shill.

The more eccentric and scoundrel this shoe angel's personality is, the better! When you find the third from the bottom, you can show him off: "Look, even he's so hard to talk to and not as good as you made it in, so you can do it too..."

As long as the third-to-last person can be tricked into joining, the snowball will start rolling, and the ultimate goal is to take the last-place person in Goblin City. If others have already entered, she will most likely enter in a daze. This is a roundabout tactic.

She is her direct descendant and must be her direct descendant, otherwise why would she trigger two incidents on the island?

As for asking the shoe angel to polish shoes now, it is just to delay time, so that he can spread the joke of not working, and greatly increase the effect of buying horse bones with a lot of money.

Even though he was stalling for time, Dachun still watched him polish his shoes seriously. It must be said that the special effects of polishing shoes coupled with his intoxicated and focused expression were truly indescribably perverted...

Dachun seriously suspected that this shoe angel was practicing some kind of perverted magic skill, or even that it was made by some bad programmer. Baka just loved to create all kinds of stockings supermen, panty supermen, and the like...

Finally, half an hour later, the two pairs of shoes were maintained. The shoe angel was still not satisfied and hugged the long boots again and entered a state of selflessness...

Okay, you're busy.

Dachun called out to the succubus: "Find the next one!"

The group crossed several streets and alleys. As expected, after half an hour of spreading the word, there were NPCs laughing and pointing along the way.

Good, that's how the reputation spread. Theoretically, any NPC that chuckled would trigger the event, but Dachun didn't have time.

Then we left the alley area and came to a remote and misty workshop next to the city wall and moat. In front of the workshop was an advertising poster with several abstract beauties standing and stepping in wine barrels!
"This is?"

The two succubi swung their noses. "This is a low-quality wine made specifically for the Minotaur Goblins. He could have opened a factory right here in Goblin City, where the rent would be much cheaper. He insisted on staying in the city, pretending it was city goods, so he could sell it at a higher price."

"This is also fake advertising, trying to trick the Minotaur Goblins. They say the wine troughs were stepped on by beautiful women. How can he afford to hire beautiful women? He can't even afford a painter. This painting is so bad..."

Dachun checked the map and found that this place was indeed separated from the Goblin City outside the city by a wall and a river.

When I approached the workshop and looked inside the window, I saw a tall and burly black-winged birdman with bare hair and thick legs standing on two barrels on both sides, sweating profusely!

What the hell!

Dachun was instantly disgusted by the contrast in the pictorial. Such a beautiful woman who was sweating so much was stepped on. She was selling her original flavor!

Dachun asked in surprise, "Who is he?"

The two succubi laughed. "Everyone calls him the Angel of Wine. He really is the patron saint of a small town. However, the wine sold by the Chamber of Commerce poisoned many citizens and soldiers from other cities, which directly triggered a war between lords. His city surrendered and paid compensation, so he came down."

Dachun suddenly had an idea: "What kind of wine can kill people?"

"All we know is that he used the cheapest materials."

Dachun's eyebrows jumped. Could it be cassava stew? Cassava is the cheapest!
The angel in the room suddenly became alert and shouted angrily: "Who's making noise outside? We don't sell here, get out!"

Dachun's eyes flashed red—Warning! You've angered the Wine Angel, leave now!

Holy shit! This guy has a hot temper and is ready to hit someone at any time?

Dachun immediately wisely withdrew from his surveillance area, but he already had a countermeasure in mind, which was cassava fire!
Dachun immediately switched to his main account which was idle in the pond, took out the cassava cake and carefully examined the small print under the trademark. It was a little blurry as it had been over a hundred years old, but fortunately he brought a few bottles with him, and he finally pieced together the words "A global bestseller produced by the Aolijia Chamber of Commerce, a famous product pioneered in the Golden Continent..."!
This detail is like archaeology, maybe I can talk to him about something.

But this matter concerns Plague Island, and I can't let the two loud-mouthed succubi around me spread the news. I have to send them away to talk about it.

Dachun had an idea: "Ladies, I'll give you another 1000. How about you help him make a real advertisement?"

The two succubi were surprised and asked, "Boss, do you want us to step into the barrel?"

Dachun was looking forward to it: "Is it not possible?"

The two succubi laughed and said, "We have no problem with that. It just depends on whether he agrees or not."

Dachun came outside the cordon and shouted: "I am from the newly opened Chamber of Commerce——"

Someone inside the house shouted angrily, "Get out!"

Damn, that’s pretty cool!

The succubus called out in a delicate voice, "Wine Angel, we're here to advertise for you. The president of the Dios Chamber of Commerce, Warnima, has paid for it!"

The room quieted down for a while.

The fact that she didn't yell immediately suggests it worked. I have to admit, beautiful women are the most open-minded in asking questions. No wonder there are so many female reporters.

Then the shop door opened: "So it's this idiot, I want to see!"

As expected, you know I was stupid. This is the benefit of spending a fortune on horse bones!

(End of this chapter)