Chapter 11 Thank you, El Haisen

Chapter 11 Thank you, El Haisen

"I want to buy a lily. I believe our all-powerful Sang Mahabayi must have what I need," Harold said straight to Dolly, lowering his head.

"That's a rare thing. You've come to the right person. I'm the only merchant in the whole Port of Omos who can get what you want," Dolly said with a smile.

"In stock?" Harold's eyes lit up.

"Don't be impatient, young scholar. As long as you have Mora, I will give you as much Mora as you want. So, how much Mora do you plan to give me?" Dolly stroked the jewel ring on her hand, looking as if she was dazzled by money.

Now comes the most annoying part.

As a graphic designer in his previous life, what Harold hated to hear the most was "bring your own price". Upon hearing words like that, he would lose the desire to continue chatting with the client, no matter how pleasant their conversation had been before.

But now he needed help from someone, so he couldn't get angry. If he missed this opportunity, he would never get it again. He could only squint his eyes and think about what price would satisfy Dolly while being within his acceptable range.

After thinking for a moment, he raised his right hand and put up three fingers.

"Thirty million Mora?! Oh, my guest, you are so generous!" Dolly smiled with her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Three millions of molas," said Harold. "I want ten."

When Dolly heard the price of three million Moras, she was still very happy, thinking that she had made a fortune. But when she heard the price of "ten", she immediately frowned and said, "Ten? My dear customer, are you making fun of me?! I just sold a young dragon lizard this morning for eight million Moras.

Although the Fake Flower is not as valuable as the Dragon Lizard, it is not a common commodity. If you insist on your own opinion, I will have to send you away. But I remind you that even if you run all over the Port of Omos, you will not be able to find such a cheap Fake Flower. The price you offer cannot even buy a slime. "

"Of course I can buy a liar from you for one million to one and a half million Mora. That is a reasonable price. But you know, one or two liar are far from enough for a new project. I will not only pay three million Mora. You can regard this as an investment, sir. If you help me now, the return I can bring you will definitely exceed your imagination," said Harold.

Dolly looked Harold up and down, and because he was wearing the student uniform of the Academy, she did not leave immediately.

Dolly: "I do sponsor some students at the Order, but I'm a businessman, not a philanthropist."

Harold certainly knew this. Dolly was a sharp-eyed investor, and the projects she funded would eventually make her a fortune.

Harold described his project in concise terms. His final result would either be a seasoning that could replace sugar or a delicacy that could be served on the tables of the upper class. Either way, it would be a sure win.

A businessman like Dolly could naturally see the economic benefits of Harold's research. She immediately decided, "If I invest in this project, how much Mora can you bring me?"

"30 million Mora, payable in full after the deal is done," Harold said. The price he offered was almost twice the price of ten lizards, so Dolly would definitely make a profit.

Thirty million Mora is not a small sum, but as long as he applies for research funding from the academy and starts selling nectar, he will be able to come up with the money quickly.

"That's a good number," Dolly said, her eyes sparkling. "But I have a better proposal."

Haroldt's heart tightened. Could it be that 30 million Mora still couldn't make her give up that idea?

"I don't want your Mora now, but I can give you those ten Mora flowers for free, and I will find a way to supply you with as many as you want later. But after your product is made, I want a 20% share. For every bottle of nectar you sell, you have to give me 20% of the Mora you get," said Dolly.

The thing I was most worried about happened. This unscrupulous businessman actually wanted a share of the profits.

He won't give in even if it's 20% or 10%.

"You are too greedy, Master Dolly," said Harold, frowning.

If everything goes according to plan, the final price of his nectar will not be higher than the current price of white sugar. The profit margin is low to begin with and can only be supported by sales volume. How can he give Dolly another 20%?

He will have to customize a batch of instruments to study the Dun Dun peach and date palm in the future. There are so many places where he will need to spend money, and he has to rely on the profits from cheating nectar to support it. He cannot accept a share of the profits, otherwise all his research cycles will be extended several times.

"Hey, did I hit you where it hurts?" Dolly put her hands on her hips. "I'm not that easy to deal with."

Yes, it really hit a sore spot. I can hardly control myself from reaching for the "Sumeru Ancient Characters" with my right hand, Harold thought.

But that wasn't possible. He was a serious scholar. How could he hit someone with a book just because he disagreed with him?

"Kind master Sang Mahabayi, a 20% share is really hard to accept. Besides, if my research is successful, it will have a great impact on the lives of many ordinary people in Xumi. Can you be merciful? Five percent is the maximum I can accept," Harold begged.

"You do look pitiful now, but this trick won't work on me. I'm only interested in the shiny Mora. I'll only accept a 20% share. You can think about it for a few more days. When you've made up your mind, you can come to me anytime. I'm waiting for your good news," Dolly said, handing a business card to Harold.

Dolly: "Take this, and when you have thought it through, come to Port Omos and give my trading voucher to any big merchant. They will bring you to see me."

Harold really wanted to pick up the book right now and let this profiteer feel the fighting power of "Amirita God of War", but he finally held back and took Dolly's business card with a gloomy face.

...

What a loss.

After this conversation, Harold completely lost the desire to go home and sleep. He simply went to the highest point of Ormos Port and looked down at the dock where ships were coming and going.

Regardless of whether he would look for Dolly again, the money he spent would definitely not be recovered. In just two hours, his assets went from 4.9 million Mora to 3.9 million Mora.

He was a little annoyed that he had offered a low price at the beginning.

He is afraid of being poor. It is his first time negotiating such a big deal, and he is too conservative.

If I had been offered 80 million Mora at that time... no... maybe 60 million would have been enough, and Dolly might have agreed right away.

Dolly is sure to have him in her arms now. If he doesn't agree to give her a 20% profit margin, Dolly will definitely not sell him even the fake flowers.

After feeling a little relieved by the cool breeze, Harold turned and walked towards the port, intending to try his luck again.

No matter where, whether in the past life or in the current continent of Teyvat, the exchanges between merchants have always been very close.

Dolly is the largest merchant in Xumi, and she must have connections with other merchants. If Dolly wants to force him, she will definitely use her influence among merchants to get all the fraudulent flowers in Xumi into her own hands.

Now he had to go to other merchants before Dolly did so.

...

The result, of course, was nothing. The initial good luck did not continue. It would be better to say that the initial good luck was just to make him experience this.

Harold returned home in frustration, slept all afternoon, and unexpectedly suffered from insomnia in the evening after a business deal went wrong.

After drinking a cup of strong tea, his head was still buzzing, so Harold gave up reading and instead picked up a pen and paper to copy down the contents of "Sumeru Ancient Characters".

This was also a study habit developed in his previous life. When he felt his mind was not clear, he would not choose to read. If he did, he would not be able to understand a single word. But copying books was different. As long as his hands were moving, his mind could concentrate, and copying books could also deepen his muscle memory.

Harold copied until four o'clock and finally fell asleep.

At seven in the morning, Harold woke up.

He was used to this kind of schedule. When he was studying abroad at Rod O School of Design, his tutor had a sudden idea to gather all his graduate students together and lock them in the studio to let them draw.

There is no clock in the studio, and the lights are on 24 hours a day. In addition to the huge workbench, there is only a table for bread and water, and a bed for students to take turns to rest. Whoever is tired can lie down on the bed and sleep for a few hours, and continue drawing when they wake up.

After a week, the tutor released them and was quite satisfied with the amount of work they had done in that week.

Later, Harold also liked this way of resting when tired. He often worked and studied for a few hours, slept for dozens of minutes, and then continued to work and study. After traveling to Xumi, he still maintained this habit, which made his total sleep amount per day far lower than the average level of Xumi people, so he could spend more time on research.

After getting up, Harold made himself a cup of tea as usual, but only filled half of the cup with water, so that in the afternoon he could mix hot water with the herbal tea and drink it directly without waiting for it to cool down.

What he would use in the morning was half a cup of tea that he had poured last night. After mixing it with hot water, he drank it all in one gulp. Harold felt himself instantly awake.

Walking into his own living room, he became more sober:

I woke up suddenly and saw a sea cucumber sitting on the sofa in my house reading a book early in the morning.

Harold's steps paused, thinking that he might not have woken up yet, so he walked towards the door as if nothing had happened.

After taking a few steps, he stepped back on his own.

"Are you going to stop deceiving yourself?" Elhaisen said, looking at the book without raising his head.

"Senior Elhaisen," Harold said with some difficulty, "is it really you? I didn't expect you to come to visit, Senior, please...watch your eyes, the light here is not good - Senior, would you like some tea?"

I really didn't expect El Haisen to come.

Although he did give Kavi and Elhaisen the keys to his house yesterday in the name of exchange and study, they were mainly given to Kavi, and he gave them to Elhaisen as a by-product to prevent Kavi from losing his keys.

It wasn't that he had any problem with Elhaisen, but he couldn't think of any reason why Elhaisen would come to visit him.

I never thought that the key I gave to Elhaisen would actually be used one day.

Elhaisen: "Don't worry about that. I'm just curious about something, so I came out here specially. How is your research going?"

"It wasn't smooth," Harold sighed, "Senior Elhaisen, have you guessed it all?"

Elhaisen: "You are very active and your movements are not difficult to guess, but someone must have been kept in the dark and thought you were just going to try your luck in Port Omos."

"I really have to try my luck now," Harold said helplessly. He and Dolly had broken off the talks.

El Haisen: "It seems that the negotiation with that Baiyi master was not pleasant. You look distressed. Have you reached a dead end?"

Harold could only nod in silence.

The main reason was that he really couldn't think of what else to say at this time, and the appearance of Elhaisen in his house itself revealed something weird, although he was just like in the previous life game, when the traveler encountered a crisis, he suddenly stood up and did something that was in line with Bking's identity to promote the development of the plot.

But this is not a game world, and what Elhaisen said revealed that he was going to issue side quests.

El Haisen: "It's not surprising. When negotiating with someone like Dolly, you will definitely suffer if you think conservatively. Dolly doesn't like people who always think about leaving a way out for themselves. It's normal that you two can't get along."

Harold murmured, "Senior Elhaisen, I don't want to..."

But I'm poor! I'm poor!

Not everyone can offer 70 million Mora without batting an eyelid!

If I had another 10 million Mora, I wouldn't be so conservative.

"I'm just curious as to why you put yourself in this situation," Elhaisen ignored Harold's defense, put down the book, looked at the special student of Amyrido Academy, and observed his expression carefully.

Elhaisen: "You have taken almost every possible factor into consideration, but have left the easiest method behind. I have observed you for a long time, and I always feel that you are afraid of something and worried about something. Obviously, these things have a great impact on you, and they have made you lose your proper judgment."

Harold was startled for a moment, then a look of realization appeared on his face.

After hearing what Elhaisen said, he immediately realized where he had made a mistake.

He has money and he has money to spend.

He knew which big enemy to find to make him pay for the effort.

He should go directly to Hazard and ask him to transfer the money.

Because of his memories from his previous life, he had a preconceived impression of Hazard's wicked and stupid old Biden, and he felt that dealing with this man would do him more harm than good.

This guy is good at internal fighting but not good at external fighting. If he were on Hazard's key focus list, his research would definitely be hindered in every way.

But in fact, as long as he is willing to surrender voluntarily, there will be no conflict of interest between him and Hazard.

Azar now wants the Xumi people to transfer their faith in the Grass God to the House of the Order, so that it will be easier for him to implement his subsequent plan to create a god. Harold's research can allow the Xumi people to achieve refined sugar freedom.

Once his research is made public and the credit is attributed to the Fatwa, the reputation of the Fatwa among the people will be greatly enhanced. Azar is certainly happy to see this.

Anyway, he has no interest in being the "gospel of the people of Xumi" or "friend of the common people". As long as he can be given a good research environment and research materials, Azar can give him these reputations if he wants them.

Just like this, you use me as a tool to gain reputation, and I use you as an old Biden to get gold coins. We both have a bright future.

As for Harold's previous worry that he would be conscripted by Hazard.

You create your gods and I do my research. If you want to shake someone, shake the current sage of the Lifeist school. If he refuses to cooperate, lock him up. It has nothing to do with me.

You want to invite me to participate in your plan and want me to replace the current Life Theory sage Nafis and be your puppet?

I'm sorry, I don't understand your hint. I'm just a researcher with low EQ and high IQ. I don't know anything except hoeing the fields, raising pigs and writing papers.

What? You want to talk to me openly about creating gods?

Hazard, I have low EQ and a loose mouth, but you don’t want your plan to create a god to be leaked out accidentally, right?

Besides, everyone has their own expertise. It's true that I'm good at hoeing the fields, growing vegetables and raising pigs, but it's too much to ask me to work on mechas and bionic humans, right?

Even if Azar's followers are liquidated in the future, he is just an innocent researcher who was used. He was forced to work for the Faith Council due to lack of funds, and he had to attribute his research results to the Faith Council. He is simply a perfect victim.

When the time comes and the little auspicious grass king takes back everything that belongs to her with the travelers and the food reserves, he will be the first to send a congratulatory message. Being a fence-sitter, he has no psychological burden at all.

Thinking of this, Haroldt couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

I understand, I understand!

Thank you, Al Haisen.