Businessmen are also divided into different levels, and doing business is not an easy job.

The first thing to determine is one's own class attributes, which is very important for Windlow.

In his opinion, merchants are not an independent class, but a kind of parasite that depends on other classes for survival.

Sometimes it is a good parasite, helping the host class deal with indigestion and difficult diseases.

But most of the time they are bad parasites, taking advantage of the host class and immediately moving to another place to attach themselves if something goes wrong.

In the entire world, there are actually not many classes. Even the basic class system of Aurora has been figured out by Windlow.

After several months, a basic concept has been established in his mind.

Merchants who depend on the peasant class are ordinary vendors who buy and sell grain crops and agricultural and sideline products, suck the blood of the farmers and help them handle their goods.

This is not very safe because farming is not a stable activity and famine will basically break out every few years.

At the same time, the peasants are small in size, large in number, and the population is dispersed, which is not conducive to exploitation.

Merchants who rely on industry are traditional chambers of commerce, which sell bulk goods, engage in the real economy, and rely on small profits but quick turnover. They have high investment costs but long time to generate returns.

This was also the businessman that Windlow dreamed of becoming at the beginning, running a shop of his own, earning money to support himself in his old age, not seeking to become rich, but never lacking food and clothing.

A truly outstanding businessman will neither rely on farmers nor on industry, but on the most dangerous and most profitable existence in the world: power.

Every successful businessman has more or less connections and intricate interweavings with political tasks and power organs.

The most important thing is that Windlow happens to have this kind of resource in his hands at this time.

A letter of introduction from Binlong Zhaoming.

The entire territory of Zhendan is ruled by giant dragons, and the giant dragon that rules the north is none other than Binlong Zhaoming's sister, the oldest dragon girl at present: Miaoying.

Although Windlow had never been to northern Zhendan, he had learned a lot about the situation in northern Zhendan through various hearsay.

As the oldest dragon girl at present, Miaoying is naturally the most strict among all the dragon sons and daughters.

Under her governance, northern China was very safe and stable. Except for the somewhat high-pressure policies, everything else was suitable for the development of business.

There will definitely be many opportunities if you go to the north of Zhendan at this time.

Windlow took one last look at the departing Gert army in the south, and slowly sorted out his thoughts in his mind.

Gert has come all the way from the empire this time, so naturally he won't go back in a short time.

In order to obtain the alchemical exchanges and metal magic exchanges promised by Zhaoming, as well as the exclusive trading rights of the Longfang Road, he would definitely try his best to complete the tasks given by Zhaoming.

A map of Zhendan was slowly pushed open by Wendlow. The only thing he understood about the contents inside was what terrain meant.

"Moose, if Galt wants to defeat the rebels in the south for Zhaoming, how long will it take?"

Fighting is not what Windlow is good at, but this happens to be Mousse's advantage.

The Lord of Terror narrowed her eyes slightly, placed her right hand on her chest and her left hand on her chin, calculating in her mind all the information she currently had.

"One and a half years. If the war goes smoothly, the suppression of the rebels will be over in one and a half years. If the war goes badly, the suppression of the rebels can be completed within two years."

This statement is of course without any exaggeration. Mousse's military attainments determine that she has a good strategic vision and strategic judgment ability.

It also means one thing: if Windlow wants to return to the empire safely, he can only triumph with Galt.

I only had one and a half years left to do business in Aurora.

"That's plenty of time."

Although Zhendan is large, one and a half years is not a particularly short time.

Like the Empire and the Naggaroth region, official roads are also standard in Zhendan. Such wide official roads are convenient for the passage of troops and the transportation of merchants.

It accomplishes the dual functions of political control and economic control at once, and can even improve the degree of order.

Even Mousse sighed. Sitting in the carriage with nothing to do, he thought the next few days of traveling would be very boring because he would definitely not encounter even a single bandit on the road.

Heading north, just as expected at the beginning, not only was the road flat, there were not even any bandits along the way.

It only took two weeks to reach the northwesternmost city of Zhendan, which was also the capital city of Biaolong Miaoying: Nangao.

This is a Zhendan city completely close to Changyuan and also the northernmost defensive fortress.

Before he even got close to the city, Windlow had already seen the terrifying existence that only existed in imperial books: Zhendan Changyuan.

The connected Changyuan are more like a mountain range that resists chaos than a city wall.

Moreover, the mountains are extremely steep. It is hard to imagine how much material and human resources the Zhendan people spent to build such a terrifying architectural wonder.

As a benefit, the people of Cathay do not have to worry about the Chaos Demons and Chaos Servants that occasionally come south to plunder.

This is much better than the Empire and Naggaroth, because these two have to worry about Chaos attacks from the north all the time.

Below the towering, mountain-like Zhendan Changyuan, there are also small peaks connected together.

It is the location of Nangao City, an industrial city surrounded by nine layers of high walls, and also the military production center of the entire Zhendan.

It covers the entire Changyuan Fortress, supplying countless equipment and material resources to resist the endless chaotic forces from the north.

Unlike the Empire and Naggaroth, the Chaos forces in the north of Cathay are more terrifying, and Chaos' most important vassal army is the Huns, a human race that is more barbaric and cruel than the Norsemen.

The Norse people could still communicate, but the entire Hun tribe had no possibility of communication at all.

They were also the most severely corrupted by Chaos, and were constantly threatening the northern border of Zhendan.

The location of Windlo and Mousse was no more than 30 kilometers away from the nearest Hungarian troops, but the surrounding environment was still stable and the people were still living and working in peace.

Changyuan not only isolates the terrible Chaos Demons, but also isolates the Chaos Corrosion.

The endless chaotic wind and disordered chaotic energy continued to blow towards the territory of Zhendan.

At the highest point of Changyuan, it was neutralized by the Dragon Emperor's magic and turned into a strange and terrifying green, like the aurora seen at night in Kislev.

That green light is the symbol of the power of chaos entering the mortal realms.

Just as Wendlow was lost in thought, a voice came from the front.

"Stop! What do you do!"

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