Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Next, considering that Cecilia had come to discuss cooperation, Charlotte also ordered someone to send over the various invitations that Gordon had been sending while he was sleeping.

This is a collection of documents, business cards, and letters in various styles.

[Invitations. Each one politely asks you to surrender a part of your life.]

"So many." Gordon flipped through them.

"I've already screened them according to your requirements. Those that are too dangerous, demand exclusive control, or openly or secretly hope that you will work for them for life, I've put them away." Charlotte piled a stack of letters into a small mountain.

"So many people want me to be their laborer," Gordon thought incredulously.

"Yes, for example, Midas Industries is willing to provide a private laboratory, but requires that your refining results be supplied to them first, and that they own your patents."

"That won't do. Equipment and staff are easy to acquire, but once the exclusive rights are handed over, it's all over. The so-called laboratory will just become my prison." Gordon flipped through the pages again.

The other nobles' proposals were largely the same.

A sum of money, a title without real power, a laboratory, and he was invited to serve as the family's special alchemist. The most extravagant offer came from overseas, where someone wanted to take Gordon to an overseas colony and build a small science city for him alone.

“Our terms are much simpler…” Cecilia pressed her advantage. “The Fitzroy family has always been known for its courtesy, and we are willing to offer you something you truly need.”

"What?"

"Safety, venue, gifts," Cecilia described, "...The Fitzroy family has significant influence in the navy. Being a friend of our family is equivalent to having the support of more than half of the Empire's armed forces."

"Very good, very good."

"We will also gift you a vast warehouse located on Highborne Avenue, near the train station and the military depot. It can be used as your alchemy lab or your company's office space; the renovation and decoration costs will be covered by our family. The gift is... Source material equipment; just ask, and we will obtain it for you through our family channels."

Charlotte thought it sounded incredibly grand. This was definitely the work of the Duke's family.

Cecilia's brother and elders all hold important positions in the military, while the Monford family doesn't have nearly as much influence. Not to mention directly sending a large warehouse, or even making the gift of source material equipment sound so casual.

Gordon's eyes lit up.

"A warehouse! A piece of source material equipment?"

"Yes. As long as you nod, it will be renamed Vic Warehouse No. 1 tonight." Cecilia took out more detailed terms from her bosom.

Gordon inspected it. It was indeed a warehouse located near the Central Union Railway Station, with extremely convenient logistics and an area of ​​about 1 square meters.

Simply renting it out to others can bring Gordon a cash flow of about 150 gold pounds per month, making it an extremely high-quality asset.

The source equipment provided by the FitzRoy family was extracted from their family resources after Gordon made a request.

In this way, Gordon will have his own powerful armor sorted out. As long as he can find a protective piece of equipment similar to dragon scale armor, his chances of survival in future conflicts will be greatly increased.

"Has your family discovered some kind of curse that you must get rid of as soon as possible?" Gordon asked suspiciously.

"No," Cecilia smiled. "We just want to be your friends."

Gao Deng pondered.

The conditions offered by other families are all numerous benefits mixed with a host of drawbacks, essentially contracts within contracts and conditions within conditions.

The treatment offered by the FitzRoy family was not the largest in absolute terms, but it came without any strings attached; it was simply a matter of seeking "goodwill" and personal connections, which is quite rare.

"Gordon, you'll understand our sincerity, won't you?" Cecilia sat obediently.

"Sure." Gordon nodded. "Speaking of which, I also plan to start a company called Highman Corporation, which will become one of the most powerful enterprises in the Logris Empire."

"I'll provide 500 gold pounds as seed money," Charlotte quickly said.

Cecilia and Charlotte exchanged glances several times.

"The Fitzroy family will also provide 100 gold pounds," Cecilia promised.

"Not bad, not bad, we have the initial working capital." Gordon pondered, "But this is all company money."

"Then I'll give you another 100 gold pounds," Charlotte announced, "as your allowance."

"Why does it sound like you're keeping a man?" Gordon questioned.

"Because that's who I am," Charlotte said matter-of-factly.

Cecilia shook her head and quickly finished another cup of tea.

"I will use this money to create greater value, Charlotte, and Miss FitzRoy," Gordon said solemnly.

"Yes!" Charlotte was delighted.

Gordon then turned his attention back to the invitation on the table.

He eventually found the cream-white letter sent by the generous minister, which was sent from 17 White Deer Avenue.

Upon opening it, Elizabeth found that she had neither hired Gordon nor asked him to join any official institution such as the Royal Alchemy Bureau.

She only sent a draft. She had heard of Gordon's chosen title, "The Crimson Alchemist," and was willing to design it as a real honorary title. She also planned to make a special armband for Gordon to wear on his arm.

The design is also very imposing, featuring a dragon soaring into the sky under the blazing sun, with his name engraved around it and adorned with extremely ornate decorations.

Without careful observation, one might mistake Gordon for a high-ranking nobleman.

That way, wherever he goes, as long as he shows his bright red armband, everyone will know that he is a man who makes history.

That's amazing.

Gordon himself hadn't expected such a brilliant arrangement. The arm patch could normally be bound with a white cloth, only to be removed when necessary. The opponent would see the dragon first, then Vic's name, and ultimately realize they'd chosen the wrong opponent.

The draft also included a reminder from Elizabeth.

The imperial high command, including members of parliament and the royal family, has also begun to take notice of Gordon's abilities; this is a very significant announcement.

Gordon will soon be in contact with the top figures of the empire, and he must be prepared to face potential tests, risks, and future honors.

"Very good..." Gordon nodded, a more complex future beckoning to him.

Next, he spread out a piece of paper and wrote down the articles of association for the establishment of the Highman Company. Charlotte and Cecilia both signed their names in the corner. After a simple process was completed, the Highman Company took shape today.

When do you plan to register?

"today."

"You're such a busy person," Charlotte pouted. "You're going to run around again. Dad says it's dangerous outside."

"For a brave person, every day is a good day to start a business." Gordon folded up the articles of association.

That's how Gaoren Company was born.

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In short, by using the creation of the Crimson Elixir, Gordon gained the friendship of the Monford family, the goodwill of the FitzRoy family, the olive branch of the Hermes School, numerous high-value commissions to be selected at his leisure, and a genuine honorary armband to wear on his arm...

The fame itself will likely fade away in a few days.

But the benefits Gordon obtained were all real and tangible; he took every bite, which was his habit. And the honorary titles and armbands promised by the Gentleman of the Palace were long-term assets that would never fade.

"Oh, right, the other commissions..." Gordon looked at the mountain of invitations.

"I'll help you filter them gradually, and try to get you to do things that aren't too complicated." Charlotte patted them. "Once I've sorted them out, I'll give you a clear list, and it's up to you whether you accept it or not."

"You know how to do this with source matter?"

"Of course, otherwise it would be too troublesome to do it slowly." Charlotte said dismissively.

"This is much more boring than studying."

"Then I'd like to." Charlotte looked at him intently. "Because it's your business."

After hearing this conversation, Cecilia's tea suddenly lost its flavor.

She put her hat back on.

"I should go now, Charlotte, Gordon. Father is still waiting for my good news."

"How are you going to describe me?" Gordon asked.

"Smart, handsome, and outstanding."

"No flaws?"

"Well, we'll find out eventually." Cecilia tossed her hat in her hand. "Goodbye."

"Bye-bye." Charlotte said goodbye to Cecilia. "Remember not to spread rumors about me and Gordon, or I'll kill you."

"Understood~" Cecilia slipped away.

Cecilia brushed past Eve Grant as she left.

Eve had been waiting outside for a while. They exchanged glances and nodded politely since they didn't know each other.

Gordon is really popular with women. Cecilia couldn't help but think this.

The maid led Eve into the small drawing room, where she greeted Charlotte and then nodded to Gordon.

"Dear Miss Monford... and junior."

"Miss Grant," Gordon said, inviting Eve to sit down.

The maid brought Eve tea, refreshments, and cake again.

"Hmm..." Her gaze swept over the documents and various letters on the table. "Busy as I expected. Any results yet?"

"That's pretty much it. New friends, new partnerships, new wealth, it's always like that," Gordon gestured.

Eve took a sip of tea.

"I'm here to offer a proper warning," Eve said tactfully. "Someone is buying your whereabouts, habits, and residence; studying your relationships; and of course, gathering information about the Monford family. This information is openly and covertly available on the market, and a reliable piece of intelligence is worth between three silver pounds and two gold pounds..."

"Tell them to come directly to me! I explained everything clearly to them." Gordon was surprised. "I told them my height, weight, and everything else. I can even give them a discount if they buy in bulk."

"This is dangerous!" Charlotte couldn't help but say. "There are too many bad people here."

"Alright." Gordon saw the unease in Charlotte's eyes and stopped joking.

"On the battlefield of the superhumans, money and surnames are just numbers and texts. We can only concentrate all our resources to try to gamble and at least make ourselves invincible," Eve smiled.

Do you have any suggestions?

"I'd like to hear what this 'grand plan' you mentioned yesterday is all about first."

Gordon pictured Martin's calm face in his mind.

I wonder if Martin would have a different reaction if I told him, "I'm a true red alchemist!"

"Hold on to the Empire's coattails." Gordon nodded vigorously.

"Straightforward".

"Straightforwardness prevents misunderstandings. I need more people to protect my residence and my movements. In short, I cannot allow others to access me so easily. And in this world, for now, only the Logris Empire's machines can provide such robust protection."

"Anything else?"

"And then there's the 'Master Company.'" Gordon clapped the bylaws in his hand. "I am the trademark and founder of this company, and from now on, I will not accept unsolicited harassment."

"Excellent, you've arranged everything very well." Eve smiled. "Looks like there's not much more I can do..."

"Yes," Gordon nodded vigorously. "I'm short of a little assistant! Senior, come be my employee!"

"?" Eve's face showed a strange expression.

The first time he used that title, it was immediately followed by a strange request.