Iron Dynasty Novel Chapter 338: Broadly Announced

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After the hot air balloon floated across Qingzhou City, the entire city was soon abuzz with speculation about what exactly it was.

But by the next day, the newspapers cleared things up. The populace finally understood what the mysterious floating thing was, and the term “hot air balloon” quickly beca trendy and fashionable in Qingzhou.

“What’s this hot air balloon?” asked a visiting rchant who had just entered the city.

“That’s the thing that flies in the sky—basically like a giant ball,” replied a proud local.

“A flying ball?” The outsider looked puzzled.

“Of course! In Qingzhou, even pigs might fly. Anything is possible here. That’s what the newspaper said!” said the local with unwavering confidence.

The visiting rchant gave an awkward laugh. To him, it seed like the entire population of Qingzhou was… not quite right in the head.

He had heard people talking about the balloon all along the way into the city—but no two explanations matched, which only left him more confused.

Just as he was still puzzling over it, a chorus of gasps suddenly rose from the crowd. Everyone tilted their heads upward.

He followed their gaze—and his jaw nearly dropped.

Floating slowly across the sky was a massive sphere, suspended not very high overhead. Attached to the hot air balloon was a huge horizontal banner, and from the gondola beneath hung three more vertical banners.

Each banner read:

“Qingzhou Chamber of Comrce: Mirrors, Perfu, Drunken Qingzhou White Wine—Buy Now! Address: …”

The balloon wasn’t flying high, and its visibility was excellent. Anyone who saw it could also clearly read the banners—the GG.

The visiting rchant was dumbfounded. He had co here on the word of others, and now he finally understood—this really was a place unlike any other.

The local citizens were shocked as well. They hadn’t expected the balloon to be used like that.

The local rchants—ever astute—imdiately caught on.

In the days that followed, the people of Qingzhou grew more and more accustod to seeing hot air balloons in the sky.

Every ti one floated overhead, even children would chase after it, laughing and cheering.

At the sa ti, spies and informants within Qingzhou reported news of the balloon far and wide, collecting details about it from all angles.

That was a task left to Li San, while Xiao Ming busied himself eting with rchants—after all, he still wore the title of President of the Qingzhou Chamber of Comrce.

“Your Highness, this hot air balloon is truly marvelous. Would you permit

to have the na and business details of the Cao Family Bank displayed on it?” asked Cao Zhengyang, making his first visit to the Prince’s residence.

He had gone to the Chamber first, only to learn that the Chamber had no say in the matter. He had imdiately rushed to see Prince Qi.

GG placents—Xiao Ming did not leave those in the hands of Li Kaiyuan, who didn’t understand them. The recent promotional banner campaign was Xiao Ming’s own order, executed by Lin Wentao.

In this information-starved era, promoting one’s shop was no easy feat—especially since many rchants had their workshops outside the city.

After Xiao Ming transferred the soap-making technology, there were now no fewer than fifty soap factories around Qingzhou.

Each one wanted to sell more of their soap. This made GG placents imnsely valuable. Whoever acted first would gain the advantage—and the profits.

“Well…” Xiao Ming said, feigning hesitation. “Balloon flights are costly…”

Cao Zhengyang was ready.

“Your Highness, say no more. I wouldn’t let you foot the bill.”

“In that case, I’ll be frank,” Xiao Ming said. “These promotional banners on the balloon are called GG, short for ‘Broadly Announced.’ Since you want one, naturally, they co at a price.”

“Please na it,” said Cao Zhengyang.

“As you’ve seen, there are multiple banners in different positions and sizes on the balloon. Each one has a different visibility level—and therefore a different price. So, which position and size are you looking for?”

Cao Zhengyang recalled the balloon’s banners—they did indeed vary in placent and size.

“No need to be so complicated, Your Highness. I’ll just take the whole thing.”

Xiao Ming smirked to himself. Walking into the trap willingly, are you?

With a 10-ter diater balloon and a hanging gondola, a single balloon could host 30 GG slots.

“Actually, it’s not that much,” Xiao Ming said smoothly. “The balloon makes three rounds per month, once every ten days. Every ti it appears, it draws huge crowds.”

Cao Zhengyang nodded.

“So if you want full exclusivity for a month—that’ll be fifty thousand taels of silver.”

Cao almost blurted out: Are you robbing ?! But he caught himself and fell silent.

Xiao Ming was expecting that. He broke down the numbers:

“Thirty slots, three tis a month—that’s about 600 taels per slot per flight. The cheapest spots cost only 300 taels monthly. That’s quite reasonable.”

Cao Zhengyang did the math. It really wasn’t that expensive after all.

He had already boasted about the campaign, and the Cao Family Bank was about to launch. He clenched his jaw.

“Very well—fifty thousand it is. Here’s a banknote issued by the Cao Family Bank. You can redeem it for silver at any ti.”

As Xiao Ming accepted the note, he felt both pleased and impressed. It was essentially paper money, widely accepted in Great Yu, thanks to the strength of the Cao Bank.

But Xiao Ming wasn’t worried. It wouldn’t be long before he issued his own currency—but before that, he needed massive reserves of gold and silver.

And those reserves would co only from foreign trade and conquest.

In his mind, he clearly rembered the locations of every major gold and silver mine—but to obtain them, he would have to defeat the Western colonial powers that currently controlled them.

After bidding farewell to Cao Zhengyang, Xiao Ming t with several more rchants to introduce the GG concept.

Most quickly understood its value.

But thanks to Cao Zhengyang’s deep pockets, he had already booked all GG slots for the next three months.

By the afternoon, the stream of rchants finally thinned out.

Xiao Ming took the money and made his way to Bowen Academy.

He was fulfilling his promise: all GG revenue would go to education—whether to buy lab materials, improve students’ living conditions, or fund custom school uniforms.

*GG in this story is a transliteration of the Chinese term “广告” (guǎnggào), which literally ans “advertisent” or “comrcial.”