Chapter 49 - Dragon Chamber of Commerce
Dragon Chamber of Commerce, located near the central section, on an inconspicuous street.
At this moment, in the hall of the Chamber of Commerce, the fat man who appeared in the cabaret theater before was sitting on a sofa, crossing his legs with a leisurely look.
In front of him, there stood ten beautiful elves of the [Dance Troupe], different from the youthful vigor of the cabaret, these elves are now stern-faced, not saying a word, emitting low pressure.
And next to them, there are more than ten Orcs.
One of the older Orcs looked at the fat man sitting on the end and said in a deep voice.
"Aganf! It's time! I think the master is already waiting for his Gintar."
"Ha ha ha! Don't worry! I've got the gintar all ready to go! This month's proceeds, minus taxes, total 119 gintals.
Excluding some necessary funds for continued development, I've put them all into the cargo box!"
The fat man, also known as Aganov, looked relaxed as he shook the red wine in his hand and took a small sip gently
The entire room in front of him was dispatched by Rand.
As early as three months ago, he sent Agamf, who was healing from his injuries, to implement the business development plan formulated by one dragon and one person.
They made their debut in Ireland City with ten beautiful nature elves combined into a [Power Dance Troupe].
Can be said to be out of the limelight.
By all the nobles, businessmen crazy pursuit!
These nobles and businessmen are not people who have never seen a woman before.
But elves are ordinary women?
These elves, each one is born beautiful, white skin and long legs.
With the modernization from Rand's former life, the eye-catching clothes and pants, that for the aesthetics of this world's humans, is simply a downgrade blow!
And the dance, the perfect display of a woman's soft beauty.
Ask that man can not gluttonous it?
That's why these nobles and businessmen are so crazy.
The sons of those nobles and businessmen, who have seen even less, are even crazier.
Most of the wrinkled side products in the name of love are sold to these people, and the sales are extremely good.
There were also dinners together, and each time a big injustice seed was selected, and they were taken to the highest spending places in the whole city, and a big slaughter.
Of course, before this, Arganoff has discussed with the person in charge of this hotel, each order, will give the corresponding commission ...
As for the consumption after, will give these nobles, businessmen a chance to kiss?
Are you kidding?
What's the difference?
You guys, you know how much effort our great master, in order to train an elven martial artist consumed?
Don't you spend hundreds of thousands of gold tal as the bride price, and marry our [dance group]'s money tree, oh, no! Should be called the pearl of the palm to take home as a daughter-in-law, you also dare to say you love her?
All this, simply let Rand fished a pot full of money, even the first month, all the work did not perfectly unfold have earned a full 50 gold tal.
In the following month, he earned 90 gintals, and in the third month, he earned 119 gintals!
God! This is a fortune that many barons can hardly obtain in their lifetime! And they earned it easily?
Although he was a cadre of the Havel Chamber of Commerce before, he could only be considered a relatively low-level cadre, making some unimportant decisions and receiving a not-so-high salary.
But under Rand, everything is different!
He and Rand developed a new, jaw-dropping business chain, for which he also gained the respect of almost all male nobles and merchants in the city.
His status, he felt, had been raised a lot.
This gave him a feeling of an old tree blossoming into a second spring.
The more he worked, the more energetic he became.
"You're all ready for the best!"
The half-orc looked deeply at Arganoff.
This let him despise, weak human, actually really earned a sum after a sum of gold Tal, in the eyes of the master also higher and higher, at this moment is far beyond them these Orcs.
This made their hearts very upset, but did not dare to make a move against him.
Ten elves watched from the side, the eyes of the essence of the light from time to time to flash, do not know what is thinking.
The next day, early in the morning.
This group of Orcs left with a box of Gintal and rushed back to the green forest.
Giant trees stand in the middle of the green forest.
The elves were still dancing feverishly, and the rousing music made people's blood boil.
Rand lazily lay on a pile of gold tal and silver rab.
These gold, silver glittering gold coins, silver coins resting on Rand's hard scales, so that he is very comfortable, a little movement, the collision between hard objects, as the hands of a young girl, to his gentle touch in general.
The scales, which are already sluggish to the touch, are paired with the solidity of the coin, which is simply a perfect match.
No wonder those gargoyles like to lie on it.
He half squinted crimson like lava dragon eyes, twisted his head and opened his mouth, there is a young and beautiful female elves will be put into the melon.
Rand mouth closed, the sweet and sour melon juice burst in it, enjoying everything.
Half a sound, he suddenly asked.
"The time is almost up today, right?"
"Master, according to past calculations, there is still half a turn when they should be able to return." The female elf on the side answered with an expressionless face.
"There is still half a turn of the wheel, ah, really called the dragon itching!"
The dragon whispered, a hot stream spurted out of its nostrils, re-inhaled, and continued to enjoy the hot dance afterwards.
Until a roar sounded.
"Master! Master! We're back! This month, Arganoff earned a total of 119 gold tars!"
"Roar! Finally, we're back! I've been waiting for this!"
Rand was so excited that he jumped up from the ground and rushed in the direction where the sound came from.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!
The earth shook slightly, Rand a few strides, came to the Orcs, a handful of their wooden box transported to grab!
"Roar!"
He felt the weight of which is not light, let out a roar of excitement, paws slightly hard, the whole wooden box burst open.
A piece of Kinthal, silver Rab tinkling down.
Through the giant tree sunlight shining on these gold coins, silver coins, issued a bright-eyed fascinating dragon's luster.
Rand a pair of eyes contracted at this moment, like electricity to sweep.
Until, gold tal and silver rab all fall to the ground.
Only then did he rub the scales on his chin with his claws: "A total of 100 gold tal, that dead fat pig of Agamf, actually took 19 gold tal at once, and his appetite is getting bigger and bigger."
"Master! Let's go kill this fat pig who dares to embezzle the master's gintar!"
A half-orc changed his expression and immediately spoke out.
"Forget it! Let him go, at least he hasn't touched the bottom line I reserved for him in my heart."
At this time, Rand was shaking his head slightly.
In fact, he knew that the majority of these 19 gold tars would be used by Aganov to make contacts and continue to develop his industry.
The ones he really embezzled will not be much.
But it is estimated that among this batch, there will be at least 5 gintals.