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"Why? You exchanged such good chips for cash directly. Do you intend to do business?"

"No, Mousse, you don't know that the most important thing for business is..."

"I don't want to hear it, just tell me the conclusion."

Mousse's interruption was very timely, otherwise he would have to listen to Windlow's nonsense for a long time, especially the business knowledge that he didn't like.

"Small-scale wars will surely break out in Rick County. An unstable environment is not conducive to doing business."

Oh, so that's how it is. Mousse also understood it. Indeed, war is not conducive to third parties making money, unless they are arms dealers.

"Then you can become a mercenary, or set up an arms group. You can make a lot of money there, just like the Black Ark Pirates."

Mousse raised his hand and talked about what he was most familiar with.

Naggaroth, the Black Ark, the slave trade, and vast amounts of wealth.

However, Windlow shook his head, he simply did not have the ability to be an arms dealer or a mercenary group.

As the current situation allows, there are two types of businesses that will do very well.

Food business, and human trafficking.

When talking about business, Mousse even saw the cold look in Wendlow's eyes that only a dark elf slave master could have.

Or perhaps it could be said that these are the most rational pairs of pupils.

Once civil unrest breaks out in Rick Territory, all logistics situations will be affected.

Because the empire's grain-producing areas and settlements were not completely close to each other.

Whenever there is war, there will be food shortages.

According to business laws, if there is less food, the price will naturally rise.

Now you can rent a warehouse in Altdorf, store the cheap food in it, and wait for the war to come.

When war breaks out, hungry people will sell everything they have for a meal of bread.

The coffin money, the last coin, even the labor and the flesh.

At the same time, in war, everyone's life begins to become worthless.

The nobles love war, which creates many survivors with nothing who sell themselves cheaply in order to have a full meal.

The more Wendlow spoke, the more the corners of Mousse's mouth lifted. She was smiling. The human in front of her finally got it.

“But the risk is too great because I don’t know if this war is controllable.”

Windlow, who was still sober, poured a bucket of cold water on Mousse.

"If the war develops to an uncontrollable stage, the nobles with military power can easily seize all my businesses, and we will lose everything we have invested."

"Fuck, you don't need to tell me the reasons and the process. I don't have time to think about it. Just tell me what you are going to do. That's all. Do you understand? I'm keeping you in suspense."

Mousse was already angry. She was considered to have a better temper among the dark elves, but she was forced into a corner by Windlow.

He grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

"Just tell me what you want to do."

How could Wendlow not know what he wanted to say?

He planned to rent a warehouse in Aldorf, then stock up on some necessary daily necessities and food, hide them secretly, and sell a little from time to time after the war broke out.

Keep a low profile while quietly making a fortune.

Altdorf is the capital of the Sigma Empire, and the prices here are only high. If you want to rent a warehouse and stock up on goods...

The money in hand is definitely not enough.

"So I want to borrow money from you, or consider it as your own investment. Give me five gold coins, and I'll take care of the warehouse and the goods."

"Give you all? Impossible. I can only give you 1 gold coin as an investment. You have to pay me back 3 gold coins including principal and interest in half a year."

As long as money is the topic, the relationship between two people will deteriorate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, no matter who you are, no matter how close you are, talking about money will hurt feelings.

Borrowing one and paying back three, Wendlow really can't afford a loan shark like Mousse.

All they could do was find an empty spot on the roadside and set up their own street vendor stall.

He sat down on the ground and neatly placed the things he and Mousse found in the forest on the linen cloth.

"Smoked venison! Herbs! Matsutake! Fresh, cheap and big."

Doing business is not just about running around and selling goods from one place to another.

Just finding a place in the city to set up a small stall and sell things can also be considered doing business.

A lot of good things were indeed brought out of the forest, and some passers-by were willing to spend money to buy them.

Unfortunately, for some reason, after leaving the forest, Windlow felt that his body's recovery ability had decreased, and he was also unable to discover herbs and matsutake mushrooms in the first place.

At the end of a whole day, all the items were sold out, with a total revenue of 30 silver coins.

Mousse also took away 15 silver coins.

After all, at least three gangsters came and wanted to collect protection fees, and basically all of them had their arms broken by Mousse and then kicked away.

As night falls, the nightlife of Aldorf also begins.

Now is not the time to look for a place to rest.

Taking Mousse with him, Windlow asked around to see if there were any warehouses that could be rented.

The candles were lit, and in the light the man sitting on the opposite bench slowly pulled down his cloak.

An old face, a kind tone, and two strong thugs beside him.

The guy in front of me is a well-known middleman in the East District.

"I want to find a warehouse with a rent of around 5 gold coins."

As soon as Windlow expressed his psychological expectations, the person opposite him shouted out.

"5 gold coins?"

5 gold coins are not a small amount of money. A farmer can only earn 8 gold coins after working hard all year round, not to mention the money spent on food and drink.

With 5 gold coins you can even buy a house in rural areas.

You can even buy a nice horse and ride it with pride.

Of course, Windlow knew that the money was not small, so he had to confirm the price several times before doing business.

"Yes, that's right. Five gold coins for renting a warehouse."

"I thought you were a young talent from some family. What a waste of time, just 5 gold coins? Doing business in Altdorf? This is an eye-opener for me."

After saying that, the middleman stood up and left without looking back.

His time is precious and he cannot waste it on this kind of "big business" of 5 gold coins.

After a moment, Wendlow also reacted.

If 1 copper coin is equivalent to one dollar, 1 gold coin is equivalent to 1 dollars.

But he only had 5 yuan in his hand. In a capital city like Aldorf, it would disappear without a single bubble if he threw it out.

I have worked hard and traveled all over the country for more than half a year, and experienced so many dangers and challenges.

The money earned is not much different from what a farmer in my hometown can earn from farming, and the latter is even safer.

"So you know you have to speed up the process of making money for me?"

As always, Mousse stood behind Wendlow, reminding him not to forget the original contract.

But this time, Wendlow did not agree immediately. Instead, he sat quietly by the table.

In the reflection of the candlelight, his shadow was stretched very long.