Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 145 Standards

After seeing Harland and Novia off, Ron suddenly asked, "How about Doron opening a five-star hotel at the Gorubak Fortress?"

"A star-rated hotel?"

Old Hall and Mrs. Moriel looked on with puzzled expressions.

Old Hall asked, "Young master, what is a five-star hotel?"

Ron muttered to himself, "A star-rated hotel is a standard; this system is like giving a hotel an authoritative rating for its service quality, facilities, and management."

Mrs. Moriel said, "Young master, it seems the kingdom doesn't have such a thing?"

It is precisely because there is none that he wants to build it, and even set such a standard.

For example, so-called Michelin restaurants are actually just famous restaurants selected by the Michelin Guide.

The Michelin Guide was founded in 1900 by the Michelin Tire Company of Gallo and is compiled by anonymous "food inspectors" who posed as ordinary diners, made multiple undercover visits, and evaluated the food after paying for their own meals.

Ron's goal is to become the standard setter for star-rated hotels.

"It is precisely because it doesn't exist that it represents the enormous potential of this market."

After thinking for a moment, Ron said to old Hall, "Find a way to get Doron back. Mrs. Moriel, select a group of capable maids, preferably like Angel. I want you to train them to be hotel-star hotel staff."

Although Old Hall and Mrs. Moriel couldn't understand, they still followed Ron's orders and made the arrangements.

It was three days later when Doron arrived from Gorubakburg.

This was achieved by riding at full speed; if it were at the speed of a caravan, it would have taken at least three more days.

Doron rushed to the castle district immediately; in fact, the main city smelled too strong these days.

Even after all the goblins had been dealt with, the stench of blood was still overwhelming, and with water resources scarce, it was impossible to use them to clean the city. The only option was to simply wash it with dry sand and then wait for the smell to dissipate.

In front of the huge square at the entrance to Neuschwanstein Castle, Ron sat in front of an automatically rotating disc, playing with mud in his hands.

"My lord, what is the matter that you summoned me so urgently?"

Ron saw Doron and called out to the maid riding a bicycle beside him, "Angel, you've worked hard, take a rest."

The disc slowly stopped spinning, and a simple cup had already taken shape in Ron's hands.

"Yes, young master!"

When Angel got off the bicycle, her bangs were stuck to her skin with sweat, but once she stood still, her breathing became steady, and she didn't bend over and pant like an ordinary person.

Ron glanced at her; Mrs. Moriel's choice was indeed different.

He could be a hotel lobby manager.

Angel handed the porcelain and some simple ceramics that had just been fired in the territory to Doron.

Ron asked, "Do you think this kind of thing can be sold in Gorubbishburg?"

Pottery goes without saying; in Gorubakburg, tableware represents a family's social class.

The poor and farmers mainly used simple tableware made of wood.

Freemen and wild knight families primarily used pottery, but also began to use some tin tableware.

Nobles and the wealthy used tableware made of expensive materials such as silver, gold, and ivory, clearly indicating class distinctions.

"The pottery goes without saying, but the pottery you make, my lord, is even more exquisite and has a more delicate feel. Oh, these pottery pieces even have color."

Doron quickly exclaimed in surprise.

Pottery making has always been controlled by the major noble families, and a few minor noble families have kept pottery making as a family secret.

Ron pointed to the porcelain next to him: "This is glazed pottery. And look at this?"

Duolong put down the ceramic plate in his hand and picked up the porcelain plate next to him.

"It's glazed too—" Doron was about to say when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "No, this isn't pottery."

Although the porcelain in my hand is shaped like pottery, it has an indescribable translucency when exposed to sunlight.

"That's right, this is a new type of pottery that I created by accident. I named it porcelain because the soil and firing process used are different from pottery, and the effect produced is completely different."

Ron said, "The porcelain is more exquisite, with a smooth and delicate surface. It also has a unique translucency when exposed to sunlight, and it makes a crisp and melodious sound when tapped lightly."

Doron quickly made a judgment: "My lord, its snow-white appearance alone will surely appeal to nobles, but I think knightly families and wealthy merchants will be more enthusiastic about this porcelain."

Ron nodded, and at the same time had someone bring out a set of leather lamellar armor: "This is newly produced lamellar armor from the territory. Take it back and test the market."

This leather armor is a castrated version.

Although it is also made of goblin hide, it is not as thick as the one used in the territory. The bone plates inside the armor plates have also been replaced with wooden plates. The defense is not as good as the original, but it is more agile and convenient.

As a knight, and having sold many wooden scale armors, Doron could judge the defensive capabilities of lamellar armor simply by squeezing it in his hand.

"My lord, this lamellar armor is quite defensive; it should fetch a good price."

Ron said, "Then you decide what to do. The Chamber of Commerce's original location is too small. I need you to raise a batch of funds as soon as possible to expand the location. I've already decided to build the Chamber of Commerce's location into the first star-rated hotel in Gorubakburg."

Duolong asked in confusion, "What does 'star-rated hotel' mean?"

After Ron gave a brief explanation, Doron understood.

"Is it just a pub with better service and a better atmosphere?"

Ron nodded: "That's right, that's why I need more land to build more complete facilities."

Doron gave a wry smile: "My lord, how much land do you require?"

After thinking for a moment, Ron said, "It needs to be at least ten acres."

Upon hearing the word "ten acres," Duolong was immediately startled.

Gorubak Fort, once a strategically important border city, has now been transformed into a commercial metropolis, where land is incredibly valuable.

The two hundred-plus square meters he now occupies are almost draining him dry, and the lord is asking for 10 acres.

One mu is roughly 666 square meters. 6666 square meters, which almost made Duolong collapse instantly.

Doron immediately resigned himself to his fate, saying, "My lord, do you know how high the land price is in Gorubak Castle these days? It's twelve gold coins per square meter, and that's just in the barren eastern district. If it were in the western district, the price would be several times higher. 6666 square meters, unless you can give me tens of thousands of gold coins in one go, I simply can't afford it."

"So expensive?" Ron asked doubtfully. "How much does the house cost?"

"What do you mean by 'house'? I'm calculating by the square meter. You have no idea how tight housing is in Gorubborg these days. Many families of four or five are crammed into rooms of ten square meters or more, and many more—"

Doron's incessant talk about the housing shortage in Gorubakburg gave Ron a bold idea.

Regardless of the era, in the early stages of commerce, real estate was an extremely profitable industry.