In the Garden of Thorns, Amyra's century-old store on Crystal Street has lost all traces of its past.
It was a cute hut decorated in a small forest. The forest hut and the tree house together formed a three-dimensional building complex. Large vines and big trees supported the skeleton of the building. The green grass became a natural floor. People were busy going back and forth.
The cute little wood spirits have become hard-working shop assistants, and the tall tree men with reinforced shells have become guards. Just with the completely non-mainstream decoration style, the store has attracted a lot of customers.
“Thank you for your patronage! Welcome to come again.”
Sitting on the cashier's seat, Rosa was sweating from her busy schedule, but she still smiled with the satisfied customers.
The little wood spirits running around are performing their duties as shopping guides with enthusiastic smiles, and from time to time there are female mages who come after hearing the news, and the apprentices scream "It's so cute!" and "Let me hug my sister."
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"Yesterday it was clearly in ruins!"
Gold Tooth's murmur made me look back at the group of troublemakers who asked me to go to the security station to collect people, and then at the busy elves, so I began to seriously consider throwing them into the trench or sending them to the sky with a rocket.
possibility.
Why is there such a big gap between this person and others? Looking at the little wood spirits, I couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, but just as I approached the store...
"Ah, father, you are back."
As soon as Rosa opened her mouth, everyone's eyes turned to me. The surprise and shock were a bit uncomfortable.
"dad!!"
"Dad, Xiaohong232 works very hard, have you seen it?"
"Father, there is a lot of business today."
The little wood spirits ran over happily, jumping up and down to express their merits to me, and then everyone looked at me with increasingly unfriendly eyes...
If you don't count the strange plant parts on its body, the appearance of the wood spirit is quite similar to that of an elf girl. I am afraid that before the news of the birth of this strange new race spread, most people thought that they were just dressed in a natural style.
Elf girls, but some keen-eyed observers discovered the difference between them and elves. But this may not be a good thing...
"To actually let such a young daughter go to work, this person is a scumbag."
"Look carefully. Some of the elves don't have pointed ears. They should all be mixed-race. The number of these daughters cannot be described by ordinary scum. How many elves has this bastard attacked?"
"Ghost father? So enviable!"
"There is actually a number? A daughter with more than three digits? Wow. She is a super scumbag."
"A double-material emblem of endless truth? Even if he is a super mage, we cannot deny the fact that he is a scumbag."
Although there are strange things mixed in, my reputation has inexplicably developed in strange places, and at this time, how could the system forget to jump out again to add insult to injury.
[The reputation system is triggered again, Eloindante (Caro): Reverence 20000/20000 (The Prodigal Son Returns) undergoes camp transformation and becomes Eloindente: Respect 168/50000 (The Prodigal Son Never Looks Back), congratulations to the host
Get a new title "job"
"Ye Gui Father", after equipping it, the attraction to young girls will increase. Saying "Uncle will take you to see goldfish" will increase the success rate of the classic invitation, but at the same time it will extremely arouse the hatred of adult women. System prompt: Don't always blame other people.
I’ve tricked you, you are the source of the gentleman virus!】
The reputation that Carol had finally restored by making up a story was twisted 180 degrees again. My reputation seemed to be destined to become more and more strange, but when I was about to cry, a cheerful girl who had always been well-behaved suddenly jumped out.
Last hit.
"Father, mother will definitely be very happy when she sees that you are running her store so well."
Mother? The original owner of this store? Amyra! In an instant, I knew I was doomed.
"Ooooh, my angel!"
"Heaven punishes the scum!"
"Don't hold me back. Let me fight with that scumbag. Nothing can stop my revenge. Even if he is a truth-level mage, it doesn't matter. Even if he is an old monster from more than two hundred years ago, even if he does it casually.
He can pinch us to death, and a casual word can make us fail the exam forever... Hey, hey, don't let go, don't be so realistic, just hold on to me."
It should be said that there is an official support team. As a super popular teacher, Angel Amyra's false reputation is probably more famous than her poor management. And due to her extreme preference for female students, her fans are both male and female.
Nowadays, there are people vomiting blood on the street corners, and there are so many people who want to find me desperately. It is really enviable...speechless.
But at this very moment, I could only look helplessly at little Rosa, who seemed to have no idea what she had done and was still smiling.
"Sure enough, when the pink hair was cut, it was all black."
"Rosa is not evil. It is the duty of daughters to look after their father for their mother who is not at home and not to let him get involved with women."
Well, this calm and bright smile made me wonder how to fix her. It's not like the group of bastards behind me. They have thick skin and can withstand training. They can just find a goblin cannon and shoot it out. If I am right
If Rosa did this, she might be charged with abusing a young girl again.
In the end, I could only shake my head with helplessness on my face, and carried the pink-to-black little troublemaker into the room. As for the shouts of "ghost father" and "lolicon" behind me, I pretended not to hear them.
Bar.
As for my reputation? Forget it, I don’t count on it. Anyway, I didn’t pick up a girl when I was studying here. It’s probably the same this time. Since it’s nothing anyway, it doesn’t matter how bad my reputation is...
..I feel no regrets, definitely not because I couldn’t pretend to be a mature person as expected to become a teacher and pick up those ignorant female students. It bleeds from the bottom of my heart.
As for the unwilling tears in the corners of my eyes? That is definitely an illusion.
"Forget it, forget it, this is fate."
[99% of the time it’s you who asked for it. 】
"It's all your own fault."
Well, the system and the dead cat's rants came as expected, should I be grateful? At least the system is relatively optimistic about me.
[Don’t worry, according to the logical calculation of the system, there is no absolute in everything. At least there are some chances, although they are many places below the decimal point. Do you need me to help you do the math?...]
"Shut up. Stop rubbing salt in the wound."
Putting all those things that I have and don't have behind me, I am quite interested in some things.
"What are you selling now? The goods I ordered haven't arrived yet. Are you running a service industry like Elf Cafe?"
Yes, this is the strangest thing. The suburban workshop has just been acquired, Amyra's laboratory has been reduced to ruins, and the scheduled Magic Mechanics products are not ready yet. How did this little girl do it?
Started as a popular small shop.
"Although my mother is not good at business, her research level is indeed worthy of the Seal of Truth. Among those who are in specific demand, various products are actually very popular, but the pricing and quantity of products are extremely unreasonable. For example, magic plant seeds
It has strong practical capabilities and is a very popular product.
As a result, my mother actually priced the seeds that cost less than 10 gold coins at 15,000 gold coins. It became a super luxury product and naturally could not be sold. On the contrary, many good things with lower prices were always sold out, but
In fact, there is not much profit left, and Mother is too lazy to restock."
After hearing this, I almost understood. In fact, what Amyla lacks is not research results. As a top expert in plants, how could she lack research results, but a trustworthy financial expert (mainly Amyla herself trusts). She
The pricing is completely based on their own preferences, that is, they put their research by-products on the shelves at random prices. When establishing research projects, they never consider the possible returns, so how can they not lose money?
"In other words, you just repriced those goods that were in stock."
"In addition, we have also used our new technology to enchant and improve varieties. We have also added our Kodama products. It has been so popular since it just opened today. It is more because everyone is interested in the store that has been closed for a long time.
Accumulated demand. And the new customers in the future should come after hearing the news."
Looking at the little financial expert talking eloquently in front of me, I really felt that Amyra was going to learn from others. With her help and my special product reserves, maybe this century-old company, which is famous for poor management,
Store, you can break into the top ten sales of Cloud Tower this year and challenge those thousand-year-old stores of big organizations.
Is it abnormal for a mage to open a shop? It seems that there is something wrong with academic experts being obsessed with money, but sometimes there is a gap between reality and ideals. Since learning and researching new magic requires a lot of money and resources, even a golden mountain can be used if you can’t make it out.
To eat empty money, a mage must not only learn to make money, but also learn to spend money.
Low-level mages have the same ways of making money as low-level mages. They can copy magic scrolls and sell them, or they can work for mid-to-high-level mages. Their expenses are not big, so this is enough, while a research project for top-level mages starts at hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
If you fail, you will lose everything. If you don’t know how to operate and manage money, you will sooner or later become a person with negative equity like Amyra.
In fact, just like scientific researchers in a certain world, the research results of mages can easily be converted into golden coins, which can be used to enchant and charge weapons and equipment, make cannon fodder and familiars, sell alchemical potions, and develop new weapons and equipment.
The civilian transformation of various technologies is an easy way to make money.
For example, I know that there are many summoning spellcasters in a magic guild called "Dark Dance". They are particularly good at taming monsters. In addition to selling various summoned beasts and contracted familiars, their carriages and horses occupy all kinds of places.
With a market share of more than 70%, it is a long-term and lasting source of income.
If a mage who is good at enchanting opens an enchanting shop, alchemists will not be short of money. If you are good at making magic items and equipment, if you are a master who monopolizes some technology or industry, you can just lie down and count the money.
Even if you don't know anything, you can still make a lot of money by casting spells and becoming a mercenary. You can make a lot of money by copying scrolls of advanced magic. As long as you use a little care and stop researching to make money when you have no money, you will basically not starve to death.
Okay, let’s take a look at Amyra again here. As the holder of the emblem of endless truth, she monopolizes the most advanced plant-related magic technology. It’s super weird to be able to get to this point.
But now, with the help of Rosa, a little helper, there is no need to worry about the store. Originally, I was worried about whether those bastards could handle the reception well...
Now that I have no worries, I can devote my energy to product preparation and development, but my goal has never been as simple as just opening a store and making money. (To be continued)
ps: I did plan to update it last night, but I postponed it because I wasn’t satisfied with the writing. There will be an update today.
