Chapter 556 557. Business of the Chamber of Comrce
Ah! my friend.
The red-bearded dwarf walked towards Lan En worriedly, raised his head and shook hands with him.
Hello, Siloton.
Lan En first said hello to the dwarf, and then the two sat on the chairs in the reception room.
You know Im back?
After sitting firmly, Lan En asked the dwarf a question with a smile.
Of course, you dont have to be too sensitive, Lan.
Thileton Giancardi nodded unabashedly.
He is worthy of being a dwarf with a background in banking and finance. He easily understood the subtext of the witcher and explained it.
"You humans, the spies from the Northern Kingdom and the Southern Empire, can't bribe us. We still have large-scale business cooperation, and I'm working for you. So I am also allowed to know you by Ms. Margarita. Whereabouts of people.
Thileton spoke carelessly, showing that he could be trusted.
Lan nodded and accepted this statent.
"Then why are you coming to at this ti? The ssenger said it was about the Valyrian Steel Chamber of Comrce. Is there sothing wrong with the Chamber of Comrce?"
If the Chamber of Comrce is not affected by the war, it is definitely affected.
Thileton tugged on his sowhat tight neck collar and said.
"We are in the steel business, and the excellent performance of Valyrian steel must have attracted the military of various countries. Not to ntion the north, which has the most convenient transportation and circulation, it was the southern army that won the Battle of Manada this ti. There must be so Valyrian steel weapons for sale as well."
"Don't even think about it. We buy and sell steel on a large scale. If you can't even accept this, then you might as well open a small workshop and earn so pension money. If you want to make your business big, you have to Embrace the implications of big business.
"In recent days, many people from Foltest, as well as Redania, Aedirn, and Kaedwen, which is the Northern Kingdom, have co. They co with all kinds of royal emblems and noble seals. Go to the Chamber of Comrce. Demand to increase shipnts, lower unit prices, and cut off trade with Nilfgaard."
Lan En frowned when he heard this.
These requirents sound very demanding.
Who says its not?
Sileton also sneered.
"Yes, you, Arethusa College, and Berengar. The shareholders of the Chamber of Comrce are all northerners. And we dwarves don't have a good impression of the Southern Empire. You can help, but there must be a charter for helping. . Otherwise, if we accept all the conditions proposed by the Northern Kingdom, we will wait for the next wave of more excessive demands."
To be honest, we definitely want to help the Northern Kingdom. But we have to prevent those officials and nobles from seeing money and eating us alive.
Lan easily understood this concept.
Just like after the death of Emperor Chongzhen, the wealth of the wealthy families and high-ranking officials in the capital was still richer than the national treasury.
Those greedy scum dont care about the situation, their country, etc. They will never hesitate to make a fortune, and they will not consider the consequences.
You handle these things, I think you should have enough experience.
Lane delegated the direction of action of the Chamber of Comrce to Siloton.
Then just watch. The red-bearded dwarf agreed without hesitation.
"I have drawn up an agreent of intent with the four kingdoms: to reduce shipnts to Nilfgaard in batches until the war ends or the shipnts are cleared, and the four kingdoms will also give the chamber of comrce control over tariffs, Transportation convenience serves as compensation and encouragent.
Thileton seed to have already made a plan, so he spoke with ease, naturally and confidently.
But after talking about the direction of action of the Chamber of Comrce in this war, he imdiately changed the subject.
Then the colleagues at the Chamber of Comrce have pretty much talked about it. The rest is the private matter of the shareholders. Belengar has sothing to tell you.
Lan En frowned. Why didnt he just co over if he had sothing to do?
Hilladen spread out his hands with an expression that said, "I can't understand even if you ask ."
So the witcher could only nod helplessly and said that he would go find him later.
When leaving, the red-bearded dwarf also took away two talismans, which showed that his current state of mind was indeed not tense and he was at ease.
The other party's behavior of not forgetting to take advantage as always made Lan En feel a little relieved.
He couldn't help but laugh at his own state of mind.
The clanking sound of iron seems to have beco the unchanging tone of this iron foundry.
It is said that this workshop producing Valyrian steel works day and night.
The surrounding residents have long been disturbed, and even once blocked Gos Willen's city hall to protest against the noise affecting their lives.
But the city hall doesn't care about this. This workshop alone can bring a huge amount of tax revenue to the city every day.
How are real money and money important when residents protest?
However, for the sake of convenience and speed, most of the unskilled workers in the workshop are recruited from surrounding households. So in terms of making money, the residents in the surrounding area actually earn quite a lot.
So you ca to and said you had sothing to discuss, and then you asked to watch you forge?
In this noisy and hot huge workshop, Lan sat and watched Berengar hamring on the red Valyrian steel in front of him.
Where he sat, there were many pieces of armor and pieces of armor that had been forged into prototypes, so no one noticed his obviously extraordinary stature.
Berengar was very troubled in his heart.
In the past, the master blacksmith among the witchers, the sound of striking iron ingots was clear and rhythmic.
But today, it is just noise that cos and goes. Just like other blacksmiths in this workshop who are not very skilled.
Lan En could see this, so he made him talk in a joking way.
Berengar therefore stopped what he was doing, took off his leather apron, and walked up to Lan En with only his naked and shiny upper body left.
After looking at the young man for a while, the old witcher spoke hesitantly.
Are you going to the battlefield? To Sintra?
Lan En raised his eyebrows, but he didn't avoid the topic much.
Yes, I definitely want to go there.
"I don't know what the style of Nilfgaard's army is or what their strategy is. But there is a little guy there who has a good relationship with . No matter what, I have to help her get out of the war."
He thought that Berengar would dissuade him because of this, but unexpectedly, the old demon hunter seed to be relieved.
This is what you are going to do on your own, not because of .
He muttered, took out a pipe from his trouser pocket, and sat down next to Lan En. He lit his pipe with red-hot Valyrian steel and took a puff.
"You once wrote a few letters to a boy from the Wolf Faction, right?"
Berengar asked without turning his head.
"About that boy's destiny, a child in Cintra?"
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