Warhammer: Starting with Industrial Revolution

At the welcoming banquet, although the food wasn't particularly luxurious, it was certainly not perfunctory.

Under Ronin's direction, they enjoyed a delicious meal while Viktor transmitted the necessary materials to Ronin via a data panel.

Luo Ning didn't try to hide it and handed it directly to Milley.

Milley was taken aback for a moment, then took it and looked at it, nodding occasionally.

"Why discuss business over a meal?" The question echoed in her mind, but Luo Ning simply smiled at her.

Shortly after, Milain finished reviewing the requirements on the data panel and, with her signature hearty smile, gazed at Ronin.

"As luck would have it, I have most of the materials you need. However, I don't have a few key components on hand right now. But I can sign a reservation contract with you, and I can bring them to you when I come next time."

Looking at Milley's generous and sincere eyes, Luo Ning simply smiled slightly.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Your Excellency Milley. However, for reservations, we usually sign a separate reservation contract. If you don't arrive within the stipulated period or the goods are lost, we will deduct a portion of your final payment. Is that alright with you?"

Upon hearing this, Governor Karl, who was standing next to him, almost dropped his wine glass and looked at Ronin with a shocked expression.

In the Empire's trade rules, it was always the traveling merchants who set the rules. What governor's assistant on a peripheral planet would dare to impose such harsh conditions on a traveling merchant who holds a license?

Ronin completely ignored Karl's panic and looked at Millein across from him with that sincere and gentle smile.

"Final payment? I've never heard of this kind of transaction before."

"It's a remote rural area, please excuse the poor quality."

Seeing Milley's conflicted expression, Ronin was not in a hurry. He simply sat there as usual, enjoying his meal and waiting for Milley's reply.

Actually, he didn't have this idea at first, but later he heard the echo in Milain's mind. Milain didn't have those so-called key parts. She only planned to collect the deposit first and then think of a way. If she found them, she would come back to continue the transaction. If she didn't find them, she would say that she encountered some accident and there was no loss.

The worst-case scenario is simply that she doesn't have to come here anymore. There are countless planets in the universe, and she doesn't need to waste too much energy on this marginal planet.

However, Luo Ning could fully understand the other party's thoughts, so he simply went all out.

Victor's various factories have a huge demand for parts, which is a lucrative business even for wealthy and powerful traveling merchants. How could these profiteering traveling merchants easily give it up?

As expected, Milley immediately raised his head, his eyes instantly becoming serious.

"I wonder how much of the remaining payment Lord Luo Ning intends to withhold?"

Luo Ning smiled slightly and slowly replied, "All the pre-ordered parts, and 30% of the total transaction amount."

"Lord Ronin, you must be joking!" Milain stared at Ronin in disbelief, while inwardly she was cursing him.

Luo Ning listened to the foul language but didn't pay much attention. "We're completely serious. However, as compensation for your hard work traveling back, we will give you an additional 10% of the total amount as a reward when you return the ordered parts."

For a moment, Milley was stunned.

She was rapidly calculating profits in her mind. As expected of a merchant ronin with such a large fleet, her thoughts flashed through her mind, yet they had already undergone countless precise calculations.

"15%, we'll take this order." When she spoke again, her face was full of seriousness.

The offer from Ronin was indeed tempting enough that even Milne had to take it seriously.

But Luo Ning shook his head and replied with obvious regret, "10% is already the limit that our planet can bear."

Ronin could clearly hear that Milley was already satisfied with the 10% reward, but the greed of a businesswoman made her want to test the bottom line of the young governor's assistant in front of her.

She didn't mind the other party's refusal, since on this marginal planet, transactions were conducted entirely through barter.

Even if Luo Ning refuses to raise the price further, the final pricing power of their deal remains in their own hands.

"Alright, since Lord Luo Ning insists, I'll give you face and earn less." Although she said that, she had already decided in her heart to make a fortune on this impoverished planet.

But when they started haggling over the price of the supplies, Milley was completely stunned.

The man standing before him, Luo Ning, looked completely different from his appearance. He didn't seem like an ordinary assistant to a planetary governor, and his demeanor was far from what made him appear so young.

Every time Milain set a price for a certain item, Ronin would instantly transform into the most shrewd and calculating businessman, easily seeing through Milain's tricks.

Even for the most ordinary gloves, the price Ronin offered almost broke Milain's resolve, yet it also put her on the edge of making money.

By the time their discussions ended, the banquet had lasted for a full three hours.

Viktor had already returned. To this chief priest, the banquets and business dealings of mortals were meaningless. As long as he could obtain the parts and consumables needed to maintain the machine spirit, he didn't care about anything else.

As for our Governor Karl, he was already drunk, and only after Ronin dragged him up with great effort did he manage to sign the contract.

After everything was over, Ronin personally escorted Milley to the room prepared for her.

On the way, Milley had lost his initial wariness of Ronin, and the two even started chatting.

"Lord Ronin, you look very young, but your sensitivity to prices is something even I admire. Did you once work as a wandering merchant?" Milain asked tentatively, after all, the previous haggling had made her no longer dare to underestimate this young and handsome man in front of her.

Ronin simply shook his head slightly. "Lord Milleyn thinks too highly of me. I am just a lowly assistant governor, only wishing to serve the planet more."

Milley stared intently into his eyes, trying to find a trace of hypocrisy and scheming, but all she saw was a gentle smile and an open and honest gaze.

What made her even more uneasy was that, although she had been completely dominated by the other party during the negotiations, now, looking at his face and listening to his gentle voice, her heart, which had been calm and unmoved for decades, began to beat wildly uncontrollably.

"So, choosing to discuss business over the dinner table is also one of your tactics?" She quickly changed the subject.

Luo Ning shook his head again. "No, it's just a personal habit of mine. In my hometown, the dining table is a very special place. Whether it's discussing business or gathering with friends, everyone likes to do it at the dining table, feeling that it brings everyone closer together."

"I see, I've really learned something from this."

As the two were talking, they arrived outside Milley's room. Ronin slowly pushed open the door, and the tidy bedroom looked especially warm in the light of the setting sun.

"I hope you find your stay comfortable. If you have any needs, please feel free to contact the Governor's Office attendants at any time." Luo Ning bowed slightly, like a gentleman.

Millein leaned against the doorframe, raising an eyebrow at him with a playful smile in his eyes:

"Whether I'm used to the place or not is not important. What's more interesting is chatting with Lord Ronin than this warp voyage."