The dusk sun gradually sank into the sea, and the sparkling golden color gradually faded away against the tide.

A young man wearing a sapphire blue shawl and a dress woven from devil's silk walked straight out of the Kurdistan Region, and the most luxurious hotel in the port area caught his eye.

The name of the hotel is "Triumph".

It is said that the owner here is a local citizen of Golden Gallen Port.

After the alliance seized control of the settlement and confirmed the ownership of the property, it returned the hotel located on the edge of the harbor to its original owner and changed its business license.

In order to thank the alliance for its generosity and to celebrate the liberation of Golden Gallen Harbor, the owner immediately changed the name of the hotel from "Imperial" to "Triumph".

I heard that the guy actually wanted to change the name to "League" at first, but the city hall rejected it on the grounds that "misleading logos are not allowed."

Dalia didn't care about the origin of this hotel, but what interested him was the alliance's attitude towards the port.

Obviously, at this point in the war, the Alliance soldiers will probably not withdraw from here, or even if they withdraw, they will not withdraw completely.

After investing such a huge cost, even if they are not prepared to directly include this place as part of the alliance's territory, they will at least establish a puppet Z government there for indirect control.

Otherwise, there is no need for them to distribute food to the locals. Instead, they should directly rob the pockets of these survivors like the Wilantes did.

Or at least rob those fat and oily nobles.

Judging from the current performance, Dalia can almost conclude that the alliance is not just taking off the shackles of the slaves and leaving it alone, but intends to seriously manage this land.

If this is true, then this settlement with a population of over one million will undoubtedly usher in a huge development opportunity, and it may become the second Silver Moon Bay!

As an armed trader with his own cargo ship and private guard, if he doesn't even have the most basic business sense, he might as well sell the ship and go home to farm.

However, it is impossible for him to only consider the benefits of one thing and ignore the objective risks. If the money earned cannot be taken away, it will be meaningless.

Doing business on the shore is different from that at sea. The latter is a one-and-done deal. At most, you need to check the weather at sea and deal with alien species and less powerful pirates, while the former requires constant dealing with complicated local forces.

Especially a place like Golden Gallen Harbor.

This was once the largest population trading port on the Borneo Sea coast, and the local situation may be more complicated than he imagined.

He needs to figure out two things.

What kind of order does the alliance intend to establish locally?

as well as--

How far can they go?

He believed that he was not the only one who was curious about these two questions, but all the merchants who docked here were also full of curiosity.

It just so happened that the authorities of Golden Gallen Port prepared a welcome dinner for these guests from afar at the Triumph Hotel.

I heard that important people from this settlement will appear at this banquet.

He could just take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to observe...

We walked on the red carpet in front of the hotel.

He showed the invitation in his hand to the waiter standing aside, who bowed slightly and made an invitation gesture to the inner door.

"This way, sir."

I always felt that the waiter's temperament was a bit unusual, so Dalia couldn't help but curiously mentioned it.

"Are you a noble here?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently and said.

"Of course not, I am a servant of a nobleman...but those 'iron men' returned my freedom, and now I am employed in this hotel."

"Iron Man..." Chewing the word repeatedly, Dalia then continued to ask curiously, "Do you know that they are actually members of the Alliance?"

The waiter nodded slightly and continued politely.

"I know, but I'm used to it, and so are a lot of people here."

Dalia stared at the waiter's eyes for a while, trying to find the brand of slave in his eyes, but unexpectedly found that she couldn't find it.

The waiter's eyes did not dodge, he just responded to his gaze in a normal manner, without being overly flattering or respectful to the point of embarrassment, just like one person looking at another person.

Dalia couldn't help but have a trace of surprise in her eyes.

On the way from the reservoir area to here, every local he saw had their heads lowered, and even a casual eye contact would make them run away hastily.

Even though most of them were born freemen.

It can be seen that the master the waiter served must have been a great person, otherwise the servants at home would not have received a good education.

At least in Borneo, this kind of self-esteem is extremely rare...

"...You give me a completely different feeling from others. It seems that your former master must have been a great guy."

Upon hearing this, the waiter smiled and said softly.

"I am very grateful to Governor Nihak for cultivating me. Whether it was for showing off or for other purposes, he made me learn to read and write. As for whether he is great, please allow me to reserve a negative opinion. This and

Whether I thank him or not is another matter."

Amused by this interesting statement, Dalia said with a smile.

"You shouldn't be a waiter here. You should go out on a boat to make more money."

The waiter nodded slightly.

"It's been less than a month since I got my freedom. I plan to start with the work I can do well. Maybe I will consider your suggestions in the future... By the way, we have been chatting for too long. Can you please let me take you to move?

Walk to the banquet hall?"

He was not the only waiter at the door, but the banquet was about to begin.

Realizing that she had disturbed his work, Dalia immediately said with a hearty smile.

"Please take me there... By the way, my name is Dalia, can you tell me your name?"

The waiter nodded slightly.

"Of course, my name is Zaid."

Zaid…

Dalia silently remembered the name in her mind.

It seems that this land is not completely hopeless.

Not all of the millions of faces have the same look of despair, there is still a faint sparkle of fire emitting a glow like a firefly.

Following Zaid's footsteps to the banquet hall, Dalia saw that the spacious hall was almost filled with guests dressed in gorgeous clothes.

All kinds of faces gathered in the luxuriously decorated banquet hall, and people gathered in small groups to chat with each other.

He noticed two familiar faces.

One of them is Bugala, the sausage tycoon of Silver Moon Bay. The sausages in the entire Camelback Kingdom are produced in the meat processing factory under his name!

And the other person is even more incredible. He is actually Ikabu, the president of the Silver Moon Bay Merchants Association! The textiles produced by the industry under his name account for 30% of the market of the entire Camelback Kingdom and 23% of the textile industry exports. Due to the huge tax revenue contributed

, and was therefore received by the King of Camelback Kingdom and given the title of honorary knight.

Dalia had a look of surprise on her face.

I didn't expect this guy to be here!

He only knows now!

What surprised him even more was the content of the conversation between the two.

While I was still hesitating, they seemed to be thinking about investing in building a factory here?!

"I heard that Baiyue Company plans to build a steel plant and a cement plant here."

"Oh? Who did you hear that from?"

"I just went around Cavalier Road, and there was a recruitment notice posted there. A worker was offered a monthly salary of 1,500 gallons."

"1500 gallons... isn't that 150 silver coins?!"

"It's very cheap, isn't it? No dog in Dawn City would even look at this salary, but it is already a high salary for the locals. If the import tax is not very high and the supply of materials at the port can be stable, this money will be enough to exchange for

With more than 100 kilograms of corn, they probably don’t even eat that much soil in a month.”

"Hiss... when you say that, I suddenly feel that the salary is too high."

"I'm just afraid that the alliance will implement their labor laws here."

"It's not impossible, but we will probably refer to the actual local situation. Dawn City will not use the current set of rules on the first day... and if we really have to pay them 7,200 gallons a month according to the laws of the alliance, I bet they will

Immediately exchange all your salary for food."

"Haha, that would be a disaster... But with a monthly salary of 150 silver coins, if they can spend one-third of their income on clothes, beds and curtains, I'm afraid there will be a considerable market."

"You're going to open a textile factory here?"

"Why not? This is the origin of linen and dyes. The embargo of the empire may be a problem, but it should get better when the ceasefire agreement officially comes into effect."

Although eavesdropping was a bad behavior, Dalia still listened carefully to every word in their conversation, and was tickled by the business opportunities in it.

He is engaged in grain import and export. It may be difficult to expand his business onshore. Cross-border business will definitely not defeat these big guys who have been deeply involved in their respective fields for more than ten years.
To be continued...