My Players Are So Fierce

1162: 393.

Investing?

Why not?

Transia People always have a big appetite_2

1162: 393.

Investing?

Why not?

Transia People always have a big appetite_2

Murphy rolled his eyes and said,

“Bewitching dear little brothers to run away from home is unacceptable for any responsible sister.

In the eyes of Wolf Queen Majesty, my image will undoubtedly suffer greatly because of your speculation.

But it doesn’t matter; this is a risk that must be taken for friendship.

Merchants from your homeland will arrive at the Crimson Castle in a week, and I know that you are not fond of engaging in such social interactions, but if you want your investment to pay off as soon as possible, perhaps you should consider changing your style a bit.

What do you think?”

“Um, a very good suggestion, I will take it into consideration.

Then I won’t disturb you anymore.”

Count Bai of White Mountain stood up to take his leave from Murphy.

After he had left, Murphy summoned her trusted Intelligence Officer and her majordomo, Adel, to draw a sum of money from the Blood Eagle Family’s Treasury and deliver it to Andre’s loyal servant, Vista.

This was a private lending action and was not recorded in the books.

However, the recent development and expenditures of her estate had left the Blood Eagle Treasury less bountiful than before, and Murphy felt she should work on increasing her revenue and reducing her expenses.

Still, she knew that now was not the time to be stingy with money; if she couldn’t ensure rapid development of her territory, the Jackals would certainly give her a “big surprise” once the Black Disaster really hit Transia.

“Decided!”

Murphy made up her mind in her office, saying,

“Before the Black Disaster truly arrives, I will spend every last coin in the Treasury!

At most, I’ll reserve a sum for rewarding the army and the little players.

I hope the construction that this money brings about can add one more chance of winning for this land.

However, the idea of a casino always sounds a bit odd; how about issuing ‘special operating rights’ to avoid this harmful vice repeatedly cropping up?

Wait a minute…

If it’s a license, wouldn’t that mean even more money?

Tsk, Governor Miriam and Professor Malcolm will certainly moralize against it from an ethical standpoint, but in the end, they’ll happily accept this proposal under pragmatic considerations.

Right, that’s settled.”

—

Merchants from Nordtof had completed the first delivery of goods in Bataxin City with representatives from the Batasin Business Association and the Cadman People’s Army.

This transaction was based on the framework of an “aid agreement” reached between the official representatives of Transia and those of Nordtof; the merchants involved were all renowned magnates within the Northerners’ country and business associations closely tied to the Royal Family.

Knight Pallet, who oversaw the delivery, could say without exaggeration that each of these Northerner merchants in front of her were upper-class “white gloves.”

In this era, those who genuinely started from scratch and grew their business enough to be involved at the national commerce level simply did not exist, but there was no shame or disdain in that.

For Knight Pallet knew all too well that she was one of them.

Her current status and position were seen by others as the “white gloves” of the Governor of Transia and the Crimson Regent.

Frankly speaking, without this identity, Pallet knew she wouldn’t even qualify to aspire to be part of that circle.

And now, she was busy with her two assistants—her beloved daughters—counting the goods in the newly-built temporary warehouse outside Bataxin City.

Members and subordinates of the Batasin Business Association were bustling about here; all substantial Transia merchants who mattered had been gathered up and twisted into one by Knight Pallet.

Being astute people, they clearly understood that doing their work well now could bring possibilities of class transition for themselves and their families.

Driven by such eagerness, it wasn’t even necessary for Knight Pallet to micromanage; everyone on site was working very diligently.

“Everyone, put in more effort; let’s finish the inventory before evening.

There’s a banquet to attend tonight.

All those who have obtained the ‘public servant’ identity, put on your best clothes and bring your families.”

Knight Pallet stood on a crate and shouted to those around her,

“If you haven’t prepared formal attire in advance, go get it from my eldest daughter later.

Governor Miriam has already designed and provided uniforms for the public servants.”

“This is way too tiring, Mrs.

Pallet.”

An elderly merchant sitting on a crate took a rest and rubbed his legs, his expression odd as he said,

“I often envied the leisurely lives of those respectable people, but once I truly became one of them, I realized that their lives are far from easy.

I never thought that even attending banquets could become a headache and a chore.

Now we have to listen to those Northerners recite their sour poems at the banquet again; I feel my grandson writes better than them!”

“This is work, Patan, no one likes to flatter those guys, but they can help us make big money, so what’s the burden of a smile?”

Knight Pallet shrugged her shoulders, continued massaging them, and replied, causing the merchants holding ledgers around her to burst into hearty laughter.

But soon, Pallet noticed her younger daughter briskly entering the warehouse with a folded piece of paper in hand, her serious expression signifying that something had happened.

Pallet felt startled and after excusing herself to the other merchants, she turned and walked up to her daughter, took the note without further question, glanced at it, and then breathed a sigh of relief.