Although it is rude to say this, compared to those in Xiongdu, the industry leaders of Forsbarrow are really not fundamentally different from the barbarians further north.
In Forsbarrow's three-acre land, there are only a few types of income that can be called income, and only so many people can be supported - the weak economic foundation cannot support an overly complex social structure.
Sambol, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, has some experience in traveling all over the country, but the other presidents are actually more...simple.
Especially the president of the Mining Association.
After receiving the draft for comments sent to him by Lux, he just turned to "under the supervision of the Forsbarrow Government" and did not read any further.
There's nothing left to see.
We are the only ones in Demacia who have blue ocher, and we are the only ones who know how to mine it!
You know Hammer Blue Ocher, and you came here to supervise us?
However, when he saw the back after being reminded by Sam Bol, the content of Lux's draft made him change his face on the spot.
Why?
Because in addition to supervision, Lux also provided policy help: she planned to build a blue ocher deep processing production line in Forsbarrow.
Ore washing, crushing, sintering, secondary crushing, fine grinding, color preparation, printing and dyeing...
These can all be expanded!
According to the results of the investigation, Lux generously drew a big picture - in the past, the blue ocher dug out by Forsbarrow had to be transported to Seca Town. Although the price was not a bargain, it was in line with the popularity of the whole industry.
Demacia's blue ocher dye is not in the same dimension at all.
The miners are not stupid. They also want to combine the picking and processing of raw materials, just like the herb collectors, to increase their profit margins.
But the problem is, they can't do it.
You can collect herbs by yourself, or process them by yourself, but if you want to process blue ocher, Forsbarrow doesn't have enough manpower, and natural conditions don't allow it!
But now, Count Laxana has tied "supervision of mining" and "development of business" together, and is willing to support Forsbarrow's direct processing of blue ocher and bear the initial subsidies - this is contrary to White Teeth's direct request
Regulating mining is not a concept!
If Count Laxana can do it, let alone supervise the Mining Association, he can be her dog himself!
……………………
Seeing the miner leader who was excited as if possessed by a sled dog, Sambor helplessly covered his face.
"Don't get excited yet!" He said dullly, "As I thought, in your draft for comments, His Excellency the Earl also promised some benefits."
"No, that's not a few, that's a lot!" Mr. Sled Dog suddenly jumped up from his seat, "I've been unhappy with those bastards in Seka Town for a long time -"
"Stop, stop!" Sambol put down his hand, "I'm not interested in the grudges between you and those guys. Now I just want to know, is what the Earl said is feasible?"
"Is it feasible?" Mr. Sled Dog seemed to be suddenly put on a halter. He fell silent and was stunned for a moment before he spoke again, "This... looks feasible."
"If it seems impossible, it won't be in front of us." Sambol just wanted to slap the other person, and then picked him up by the back of the neck, "You are the president of the Mining Association, a miner
We are all counting on you!"
"..."
Mr. Sled Dog finally stopped talking nonsense. He picked up the draft for comments again, turned to the back, and began to read it carefully, line by line.
The other presidents were not in a hurry, and just waited quietly for the miner leader to read it over and over again and chew it carefully.
After a while, the president of the Mining Association showed a bit of excitement and a bit of hesitation on his face.
"Logically speaking, it should be possible." His tone was a little subtle, and he finally lost the energy of having fun before. "However, there is no specific time marked in it, which makes me a little unsure."
Upon hearing this, several other presidents glanced at each other without any trace, and then seemed to be relieved.
"Everyone." Sambor spoke again, "It seems that His Excellency the Earl is indeed sincere, but we still need to see how much."
Hearing what he said, several presidents nodded.
"She knows Fosbairo well." Sambor continued, "I don't mean to compliment her, but among the noble lords I have seen, I have never seen such a person."
"But it's always a good thing." The president of the Herb Collection Guild, the only woman present, said hoarsely, "I listened to her speech yesterday, and I agree with one thing. Forsbarrow is hers.
She must work hard to manage the territory."
"The management of the nobles comes at a price." The president of the Hunter Guild frowned upon hearing this, "Even if she is really willing to be tax-free within five years, what about after five years? I don't understand the nobles, but I know,
In the spring, when wild beasts breed, I will break the hunting bow of any bastard who dares to hunt a female beast with cubs - and in the autumn, when the bow is stretched, there will be prey!"
"According to this, it is at best the middle of winter in Fosbairo." Sambor understood what the old hunter meant and said with a smile, "Even if the Earl fulfills all his promises, I am afraid that Fosbairo will not
It’s hardly spring.”
"Does it count as spring in five years?" The old Orion put a bunch of tobacco leaves mixed with sedge into his mouth and began to chew. "This time is a bit delicate. If it really comes, then
We may have to cut off the flesh."
"Even if a giant bear in the north has cut off a hundred pounds of flesh, it is still more terrifying than a fox." The president of the herb gathering guild suddenly said a proverb from Fosbairo, "The fox has not yet become a giant bear, it starts to
Are you worried about cutting your flesh?"
"So, Granny Nadine is planning to give it a try?" Old Orion chewed faster, "It seems that the sincerity given to you by His Excellency the Earl exceeds mine!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How can you!" The old lady waved her hand with a smile, "There are not many people in the herb collectors' guild. Your Excellency, the earl, is from the Crown Guard family, and there are some leaks between your fingers.
, can make our lives more comfortable. This is not the same thing as the Hunter Guild. You have people all over Forsbarrow. You are all great young men. Naturally, you will not be tempted by such a small thing..."
Granny Nadine's words made the old hunter a little proud - in terms of the number of organizations, the Hunters Guild has the largest number among the four, and most of its members are young adults. Its influence in the north has always been higher than the other three.
Moreover, before Lux came, the Hunters Guild had many connections with the Third Legion, and most of Forsbarrow's militiamen were selected from among the hunters.
Therefore, although it is the bureau organized by Sam Bol, in the eyes of the old hunter, he is the key to everything!
If the Hunter Guild doesn't nod, it won't be easy for the Earl to do anything he wants!
Picking up the trash can next to him, the old hunter chewed hard for a few times, spit out the tobacco leaves and sedge fibers in his mouth, and then leaned back slightly on the back of the chair.
"Let me tell you, you can't believe everything this Earl says." The Hunter Guild Leader, who had organized his speech, said in a concluding speech, "She didn't say the time, so just leave it at that - when will it start?
Let’s get started, when will we start cooperating.”
The attitude of the old hunter is very clear. It can be summed up in one sentence: If you don't see a rabbit, you won't let go of the eagle.
Asking for advice?
Until I see tangible benefits, keeping silent and not causing trouble for you is my greatest respect for you.
In his opinion, because of the arrival of the Earl, the generals of the Third Northern Army have said that they will no longer recruit militiamen next year, and the good boys in his guild will not be able to eat military rations. I am willing not to cause trouble, and I am already very cooperative with the work.
.
As for supervision and stuff...
When the pie falls, everything can be discussed!
Regarding the old hunter's views, Mr. Sleddog blinked and seemed to understand a little bit, while Sambor and Granny Nadine remained delicately silent.
"Then let me explore the way." Grandma Nadine took the initiative to say, "I really don't know what can be done to supervise people who pick and dry herbs by themselves... If she can really help
I went through the finished product and helped me pick out the poisonous weeds, so I still have to thank her!"
The old lady's words made the old hunter narrow his eyes, but in the end he just reached into his pocket and grabbed a few tobacco leaves, and did not put them into his mouth again.
It's also good to ask the herb collectors' guild to give it a try.
If the Earl really has two hands, then the Hunter Guild will have more people, so it can always eat more.
Hunters always have to be patient.
Shooting the first bird, isn't it?
……………………
The "Big Four" of Forsbarrow gather and disperse in a hurry - winter is about to come, and except for Sambor, the other three are very busy.
Then, just when Sambol sent them away one by one, intending to go back and check the details himself, Granny Nadine, who had already left, went around in a circle and came back again.
"Sambol." When we met again, the president of the herb collectors' guild squinted his eyes and said with a playful expression, "You are quite capable, right?"
Seeing Granny Nadine go and come back, Sambor was obviously stunned - then, he couldn't help but shook his head.
Where is this going?
"Grandma Nadine." He smiled helplessly, "Please stop teasing me."
"I'm not teasing you, you're hiding it from me!" the old woman pointedly said, "If I didn't make some reaction, I'm afraid you would have sold me out to His Excellency the Earl, right?"
"Ah?" Sambol was a little confused this time, "How is this possible?"
"You're still pretending to me, aren't you?" Grandma Nadine said with a serious face, "Some time ago, people from your chamber of commerce took the initiative to investigate Ling Jiang. I'm afraid it was also the intention of the Earl, right?"
"Lingjiang?" Sambor thought for a moment before he understood what Granny Nadine meant, and then shook his head decisively, "You mean that businessman from Pi City? She did visit a lot of herb collectors through me, but that and the earl
It doesn’t matter to you—to tell you the truth, I didn’t make a penny in the end, because people thought that Forsbarrow’s supply of goods was unstable and that it couldn’t do big business.”
"Piltover merchant?" Grandma Nadine couldn't help but snorted, "Isn't that the housekeeper of His Excellency the Earl?"
"How is that possible!" Sambor waved his hand subconsciously, "Nobles are all arrogant, even the servants are the same. I have traveled all over the country for so many years, and I have never seen any noble housekeeper pretending to be a businessman -"
Um?
As if he realized something was wrong, Sambor's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he was speechless and his whole body froze in place.
Yes, other nobles are indeed very reserved, at least on the surface they can pretend to be so.
But this Count Laxana is no ordinary noble!
Don't tell me, she can really do this kind of thing - otherwise, where did the contents of these comments draft come from?
"Grandma Nadine, would you believe me if you said you didn't mention this to me and I didn't realize it?" Sambol tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, revealing an awkward yet polite smile. "
Let me also give you the bottom line. What the Chamber of Commerce wants to do is to take a look at the artificial lake built by the Earl this winter and come to a clear conclusion."
"So I became the one who got on the bus first?" Granny Nadine said with a smile, "That's right, we don't have many herb collectors, so it's okay to be a pawn once -"
"Don't say that!" Hearing the other party push him so hard, Sambol felt as embarrassed as he could be. "When it comes to manpower, I'm the least one - and I still have to rely on you!"
"Okay, okay!" The old lady waved her hand, indicating that the other party should not continue to be polite, "I know what you are thinking...Aren't you just afraid that His Excellency the Earl will boast, but can't make the promise?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sambor did not speak, acquiescing to this meaning.
"Put your heart in your stomach." Granny Nadine grinned, "This Earl's methods are much more powerful than you think. If nothing else, by next spring, this artificial lake will definitely be able to stop the dragon's spine.
Glaciers sliding down mountains!”
Such firm words made Sambol a little stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say - he had clearly seen the Earl disguised as a maid, he had gotten along with her all the way, and he knew that she was very interested in him.
Fosbairo got his preliminary understanding from himself, but why does it seem that Granny Nadine believes in her more than he does?
Yesterday's speech was the first time they met, right?
"Don't ask me why, I won't tell you." Grandma Nadine obviously understood Sambol's doubts, "But at least the artificial lake is definitely not a problem - for this Lord, the choice of
The Medicine People's Guild followed."
Such categorical words made Sambor completely dumbfounded. Although he had a good impression of Lux and was very moved by the draft she gave for comments, he would definitely be reluctant to accept supervision.
"Stop nagging here." Although Granny Nadine is old, she still maintains the unique boldness of women in the north. "It will be bad if you don't eat and drink as a penalty when the time comes - just cooperate fully."
, let the stubborn old man suffer his own misfortune!"
Old stubborn?
Sambor reacted for a while before he realized that Granny Nadine was talking about the president of the Hunter Guild.
Is he going to be unlucky?
But that's the Hunters Guild - an organization with weapons in its hands, even in other places where aristocrats have always ruled, it still has a lot of autonomy!
"Anyway, please cooperate well!" Grandma Nadine said no more, but stood up on her own, "I have to go find those fools in the mines... You guys are not worried at all!"
With that said, the old lady refused Sambol's offer to stay, and quickly left the business building alone, heading towards the Mining Association.
"Aling, Aling!" Granny Nadine couldn't help but snorted as she strode down the spacious and deserted streets of Fosbello at a speed that was not suitable for her age, "I haven't seen you for many years, but you are
