936: Chapter 922: An Nan’s Museum 936: Chapter 922: An Nan’s Museum Mr.
An Nan’s exhibition hall opened as scheduled, and with it, his wife’s reputation for “fearing the inside.”
After all, in these tis, when he vaguely took control of the household, the managent, and even nad the “exhibition hall” after himself, it naturally aroused so criticisms…
uh, he beca more famous, in every sense of the word, after all, such “gossip” always grew wings.
As a consequence, his family’s reputation spread far, and the “Maple Series” products produced by their factory sold even better.
Everyone loves a philanthropic sucker who is good at splashing out money, especially when his family truly owns industries.
Thus, he naturally received lots of friendly treatnt and invitations from the local high society….
“Have you heard?
The mayor’s husband invited him to a dinner, and he donated a thousand Kadund straight away.
A thousand!”
“…So wealthy.
I heard that back in his hotown, he has at least six factories, with at least a few hundred people serving him.
And here, he has already built two factories.”
“Hehe, just his exhibition hall, tsk tsk tsk…”
The quite renowned “Mr.
An Nan” was doing very well in his business, but his main project, the museum that served as his hallmark, ran into so problems.
“…Today, only three people ca.”
“Wasn’t it supposed to be free?
Why are there still no visitors?”
“Why co at all, to see Mr.
An Nan’s low-class poetry or the rusty ‘sheriff’ in the exhibition hall that can’t even be moved, or maybe to see the Gorilla in the animal exhibition hall?
That Gorilla, the most eye-catching one, has been in the local zoo for at least ten years and locals must be tired of it by now.”
“…There’s nothing that can be done.
Exhibition halls need ti to collect artifacts; they need donations and acquisitions from Society.
And Mr.
An Nan is just too impatient, with no ti to spare.”
“Heh, that’s just how upstarts are, lacking culture so they pretend to be cultural, wanting to set up exhibition halls, wanting to be artists, and the result…”
Mr.
An Nan’s actions also drew so ridicule.
The normally calm man, faced with a nearly empty exhibition room, unexpectedly lost his temper….
“…You useless things…”
“Making lose face…”
Foul language spread from the main hall and quickly to all directions…
Good news stays within walls, but when soone high-profile embarrasses themselves, it imdiately becos headline news.
He had embarrassed himself, thoroughly embarrassed himself.
Even though he waived the admission fee and even handed out little gifts, the entrance remained deserted.
How could this be acceptable?
“Mr.
An Nan offers high prices for the acquisition of curiosities, including but not limited to supernatural products, works of art, exotic imports, and peculiar life forms…
In short, as long as it’s novel and interesting, he’s willing to buy it.”
Suddenly, there was a stir in the City, who didn’t know this guy was a super sucker…
a rich guy.
Resultantly, many people ca with all kinds of chaos…
and then were turned away!
He might be a sucker, but the local experts he hired with his money were not.
But after all that aggressive maneuvering, it turned out to be all bark and no bite…
It’s not that there weren’t any worthy artifacts erging, but their value was just diocre and couldn’t attract the citizens to co especially to see them.
Finally, he got angry…..
“…I heard there’s a kind of Dragon that’s very powerful; its horns are like Gold, and its breath carries thunder and lightning…”
His seemingly offhand remarks, however, fell into the ears of eavesdroppers and then spread rapidly.
After all, the content he added later was quite tempting…
“My security forces here are a bit lacking, so I was thinking of hiring so security personnel….”
That was tempting enough, but still not sufficient.
After all, it was just a job.
There was no need for people to take on a challenge against a super Demon that sounded very troubleso.
“…Actually, I plan to hire a butler for the long term?
Uh, any conditions?
No, as long as the ability is outstanding, race, gender, etc.
don’t matter….”
A butler?
A butler for nobility and rich people is not the sa as a part-ti worker.
It could be said that at the mont when the An Nan family had already beco one of the local nobility, landing a job as their butler was tantamount to mixing into the aristocratic circles as well.
The opportunities that ca with this were not only financial benefits, but also status and identity, and a ladder to the upper echelons.
As long as no serious accidents occurred, this butler position was likely for life, and could even be passed down to one’s progeny…
Serving as a butler for the newly erged noble An Nan family was like being the CEO of a listed company; the power in one’s hands would be terrifying.
And with such status on the line…
what he wanted was probably not just an exhibit, but under the pretense of collecting exhibits, he was actually selecting soone he could trust.
The condition of “no restrictions on species or gender” was all too obvious.
This was attractive to many capable locals…
The crazier ones, in fact, were those who got wind of the news from the “Refugee Camp”.
“Have you heard?
A title of nobility…”
“His estate is huge…”
“If you beco the butler, you could easily make his family disappear without a trace and inherit everything…”
The first few comnts were relatively normal, but what good intentions could the forr Blood Feast mbers have?
Right away, they were tempted and took action.
Three days later, the Golden Armored Dragon that had plagued the outskirts of the city for years was captured and brought back.
It was the size of a small house and extrely tough…
Even the Blood Feast gang had to sacrifice several people to capture it alive and bring it back.
“Wonderful, wonderful, thank you all.
I must apologize for previously ‘underestimating’ you…”
Looking at the news spreading, and the endless stream of visitors, Mr.
An Nan smiled very happily.
He imdiately rewarded those “refugees” handsoly and offered a generous condolence paynt and dical expenses for every injured and deceased person.
So, these “refugees” happily accepted the compensation for their companions and then went off to enjoy life after a long absence.
The only regret was that Mr.
An Nan had no intention of fulfilling his promise…
No, in fact, he seriously looked over each newcor who ca to the ridge, but was still sowhat hesitant.
“Just this level was not enough to beco his confidant.”
“There should be, and will be very soon, more tests…”
“Heh, what a ga player, this has beco ‘An Nan’s trials’.
Whether they succeed or fail, the reputation has spread…”
“The victor will naturally beco his butler and confidant…”
“Not only that, look, the museum has gone from trash to each item having a ‘story’, gradually becoming a city landmark…
This guy is really good at marketing.”
The old slicks seed to have seen through everything; they even felt that Mr.
An Nan in front of them was sowhat different from the local Feather Tribe, appearing generous and straightforward but still cunning.
“He isn’t a local; to bring so much property and industry from a rural world to this one…
He’s practically a big business tycoon from the Exotic Realm.
How could such a person be simple?”
“That’s right, this is Earth’s different style of play.
He’s now trading money for fa and connections, and later, he’ll trade connections and fa for markets and money…
His industries could potentially achieve a monopoly.”
“This sly fox…”
“However, this is also our opportunity.
He seems to lack support in terms of military force; although this world is unusually peaceful, there are still many places that need force.”
“You see, the way he generously rewards us looks a bit like he’s recruiting a private army.”
The information, whether true or false, stirred up the most proactive “Hairless Monkey” refugees who, with guessing and reasoning, ca up with so conclusions.
And as events unfolded, it seed to confirm their speculations.
The second trial was quickly released…
“…
I heard that in the mountains over three hundred kiloters outside Naka City, there’s a kind of beautiful flower, only it’s said that they drink blood…”
So, the “volunteers” set off once again.
This ti, even more people died.
But Mr.
An Nan, with a smile on his face, rewarded even more generously!
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