Eastern mythology system

Chapter 74 God's Blessed One?
Upstairs, someone was looking out of the window at the bustling sales scene below.

"Master Patriarch, there is something unclear about this subordinate." An old man said.

"You want to ask, why is the perfume not sold at auction when it is so popular?" It was the patriarch of Hilton, Earl Silvio, who answered the question.

The old man said: "Exactly. According to the popularity of the perfume, if it is auctioned, the income will be ten times or even a hundred times. Why is it so cheap?"

This gray-haired old man was the steward who suggested that Count Silvio seize the opportunity and take a risk.

Judging from the current situation, Hilton has won the bet.

The big and small nobles of the noble alliance were dragged by them to suffer serious losses, and many families were even on the verge of bankruptcy.

In comparison, Hilton's losses were a bit more serious. Not only was the family's cash completely wiped out, but it was also heavily in debt, borrowing a lot of money from outside.However, since the opening of business channels and a new buying and selling market, the prospects of the Hilton family have become very promising.None of the creditors who urged them to pay back the money, but one by one asked diligently if they needed to continue borrowing.

It is foreseeable that the power structure in Edinburgh will undergo tremendous changes.And the Hilton family will surely become an important and powerful force in the new situation.

The old steward who made great contributions was appreciated by the patriarch and was promoted several levels in a row.Now he is one of the core senior members of the family, and the Earl's most important think-tank staff.

"If the perfume is put up for auction, as you said, it would be very easy to bid ten times and a hundred times the price. But this price is already sky-high. After all, perfume is just a leisure thing for women, and if it goes up , the nobles are not being taken advantage of, and should weigh whether it is worth it."

The old steward said unwillingly: "Rare things are more expensive. Now only I, Hilton, can manufacture and supply perfume. As long as the supply quantity is limited, under fierce competition, the nobles will naturally push up the price."

"You don't know, Mr. Anthony said that the manufacturing process of this perfume is actually not complicated, and the raw materials used are also common. Even if we keep it strictly confidential, others only need to find a pharmacist with a good grade to take the perfume we sell After some analysis and research, [-]% to [-]% can be imitated after a while."

The Earl sighed with regret.

"Instead of being surrounded by cheap imitations and having to cut prices sharply, not making much money and annoying the aristocrats who bought sky-high priced perfumes. Why not take advantage of this short opportunity to sell more products at relatively low prices to seize the market , establishing the 'authentic' status of Hilton Fragrances."

If the production of Hilton's exclusive perfume cannot be guaranteed, then Count Silvio's approach is undoubtedly more sensible.

The old steward could only sigh helplessly.

Immediately, he asked another question: "According to your plan, the patriarch, shouldn't the sales volume be increased, so why limit the sale to only 10 bottles? Don't those nobles who can't buy perfume all hate our family?" ?"

"If they can't buy perfume, it's because they didn't come here early to wait in line, so it has nothing to do with us. I have done them a big favor by making a rule that each person can only buy one bottle, what else do you want?"

Speaking of this, Earl Silvio smiled slyly: "If you still can't buy it like this, you can either slowly queue up and wait for tomorrow's goods; or, you can only find another way by yourself."

The old steward frowned and said, "What else can I do? Could it be that I bought it from someone else? I just bought a bottle of perfume with great difficulty, and those ladies and ladies should not be so easy to agree to hand it over to others. But other than that, you can buy it from someone else. What to do. Now only our family and the nobles we just bought have perfume, no matter how we try to do it, we can only start from these two aspects. Unless you contact our family in private..."

The old steward who was muttering to himself suddenly had his eyes lit up, his whole body was shocked, and his face showed joy: "I understand! I understand! The patriarch is wise!"

Earl Silvio nodded with a smile: "Although you are old, you are quick-witted and flexible, and you are not inferior to young lads at all."

The old steward also had a smile on his face: "The patriarch is overrated. I have lived these years and seen many changes in the world, but I am still far inferior to the careful planning and far-reaching thinking of the patriarch."

"Okay, okay, you don't have to flatter me. I didn't come up with this idea."

"Who is that? With such an overall view and far-reaching vision, this talented patriarch must find a way to recruit and reuse him." The old manager solemnly suggested.

"Don't be so troublesome, this talent is already in my Hilton family." The Earl waved his hand and sighed, "It is our enshrined genius boy, Mr. Anthony!"

"Mr. Anthony?" The old steward was taken aback, obviously not expecting this answer.Then he sighed, "Mr. Anthony is young, but he has both magic and martial arts. He has a powerful force far beyond his peers. He can be regarded as a genius. I didn't expect that besides martial arts training, he is also so precise and sophisticated in business and strategy. .”

"Yeah, I'm starting to be a little confused now, which line of blood inheritance is it from that can create such a genius."

The old manager wondered: "Why does the patriarch have such doubts?"

Earl Silvio explained: "The old manager doesn't practice martial arts, so naturally he doesn't have a deep understanding of bloodline inheritance. Although warriors who awaken bloodlines are extremely rare, there are many historical books and various unofficial records. But no matter whether the ancestors were powerful humans , or non-human races such as elves, dragons, or monsters, what is passed on to descendants through blood is the use of physical or magical power. Knowledge is not included."

"Then Mr. Anthony?" asked the old steward.

Lord Earl talked eloquently:

"When I first recruited Mr. Anthony, I sent someone to understand his situation in detail. Mr. has learned a lot since he was a child. He is very smart and has a reputation as a 'little prodigy' in the local area. Unfortunately, the higher he climbs, the lower he falls. The heavier it gets. Ever since it was detected that Mr. has absolutely no qualifications for practicing magic and battle qi, the title of 'little child prodigy' has been replaced by 'double useless wood'."

"But Mr. Anthony was not knocked down by bad luck. Instead, he studied and practiced harder. Mr.'s erudition and talent may be self-taught in this way."

"However, magic combat energy can be derived from the awakening of bloodlines, and business methods and planning layout can be learned from ancient books. The manufacturing process of perfume is complicated and rigorous, and it is definitely not a product of inspiration. And I have never heard of it. In history There's been something like this that drives women crazy."

"So, I have a bold guess: Mr. Anthony is not a bloodline inheritor, but a divinely favored one!"

The old steward's body shook: "God's favored one?"

"That's right, this is the only reasonable explanation. Only those favored by the gods can improve a person's martial arts realm so much in such a short period of time. Only those favored by the gods can obtain powerful Strength, but also has a huge knowledge system."

"Then the patriarch thinks, if Mr. Anthony is really a god-favored person, which god would he believe in?" The old steward asked cautiously.

Earl Silvio's eyes sparkled: "There are many gods in the world, how can I guess. Besides, if gods are really involved, how can we mortals speculate and talk about this matter?"

The old steward quickly bowed his head and said yes.Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead.

The Earl didn't look at him, but turned his head to look out the window, but his serious words continued to drift into the old steward's ears.

"Since Mr. Anthony said that he is a bloodline inheritor, then we should treat it as a bloodline inheritor. Sometimes, pretending to be confused is also a very necessary life skill."

"You said, is this the truth?"

(End of this chapter)