“What do you mean?! What do you mean ‘Tuberose’ is out of stock?!”
The businessman in Arab attire shook the silver coin purse in his hand and said with spitting: "I reserved a box last month. I specially reserved a cargo ship position at the beginning of the month and came all the way here! You actually told me
I’m out of stock?!”
Looking at the excited purchasers in front of them, Mrs. Raglan, the kingdom's chief economic adviser, was sitting in the hall of the exchange, calmly holding the account book, with a harmless smile on her fat face.
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"Due to the shortage of raw materials and the increase in labor, the manufacturing cost of 'Tuberose' has skyrocketed. As a result, the production of this product not only has no profit, but also incurred losses." Mrs. Raglan showed a somewhat apologetic smile: "
Therefore, the royal family has given up on manufacturing and purchasing 'Tuberose', and instead chose a top-quality perfume called 'Three Goddesses of Muxi'."
The businessmen looked at each other in confusion: "'The Three Goddesses of Muxi'?"
Mrs. Raglan took out from under the table an exquisite box carved from white birch and painted with tung lacquer.
Gently open the lock, and the interior of the wooden box is designed with three layers that can move freely, with gears and turntables, deep purple velvet cushions, and complex and exquisite carvings. Surrounded by these beautiful decorations, three bottles are carved into a display
The perfume is in the shape of a winged goddess and is filled with colored crystals, lying quietly on the movable display plate.
A group of orderers rushed to the table, ignoring the staff maintaining order, pointing at the box with shining eyes and asking: "How much is this? How to sell it?!"
Mrs. Raglan didn't seem to want to negotiate the price at all. She carefully held up a small bottle made of smelted red crystal with her hands, rubbed the goddess-shaped bottle, and said slowly: "This bottle is called "Passion"
』, some special herbs are added to the ingredients of the original perfume, which can increase the attractiveness of the user and help increase the...interest between men and women..."
Listening to the exclamations from the onlookers, Mrs. Raglan picked up another blue crystal bottle, pointed at the liquid sloshing inside and said: "This bottle is called 'Tranquility', and it is added with herbs that make people calm and energetic.
, helps to improve concentration and drive away fatigue, making it the best assistant for work and academics.”
Lifting the last golden crystal bottle, Mrs. Raglan stood up, gently unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, letting the refreshing fragrance spread to every corner of the hall, and said to the intoxicated faces in front of her: "Finally
This bottle is called ‘Paradise’. It contains an extremely rare and valuable alchemical extract that can remove hidden diseases in the body and extend human life.”
After hearing this, someone in the crowd raised a question: "Perfume can cure diseases and increase life span. This sounds too outrageous."
Mrs. Raglan pretended to be mysterious and screwed on the bottle cap. Without much explanation, she just said: "Please think about it, our King Muxi has a special title. What is it?"
Someone's eyes lit up, they opened their eyes wide and shouted loudly: "The alchemist blessed by God!"
Seeing Mrs. Raglan smiling and saying nothing, the orderers, who had no doubts anymore, rushed to the table while pushing each other and waving their money bags, for fear of falling behind others.
Mrs. Raglan smiled and moved the wooden box in front of her and said softly: "A box of 998 silver moons."
The originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet, and people were frightened by the price.
After a long time, a businessman asked tentatively: "Sir, is this price a little expensive? In the past, the most expensive bottle of 'Tuberose' was only 60 silver moons."
"Please don't compare this set of high-end products from the 'Three Goddesses of the West' with off-cut products like 'Tuberose'!" Mrs. Raglan looked a little angry: "No matter in terms of craftsmanship, raw materials, packaging, brand, efficacy
From any aspect, the value of the ‘Three Muxi Goddesses’ is far greater than that of ‘Tuberose’.”
The honest and honest Mr. Raglan looked at the ceiling with a red face, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Well...actually, it was just mixed with water..."
Mrs. Raglan pointed arrogantly at the southern businessman closest to her and asked proudly: "Tell me, how much does a bottle of flower essential oil perfume cost in the great bazaar of the Abbasid Empire?!
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The person who was asked scratched his head and replied: "The ordinary one costs about 540 silver months, and the high-quality one costs about 700 silver months."
"That's right! A bottle of good perfume costs 700 silver moons in the south, and the three bottles together are 2,100 silver moons!" Mrs. Raglan waved her fat arms, and her voice sounded like a contemporary lady.
The priest in the church called for donations: "And how much does a bottle of 'Three Goddesses of Muxi' cost? 300 silver moons, 300 silver moons! Everyone! To be honest, this price is even comparable to the production cost of perfume.
cover!"
Raglan squatted in the corner, facing the wall, and drew circles on the ground with his fingers: "That thing made of a bottle of dung only costs 7 bronze stars..."
Mrs. Raglan opened the wooden box again, pointing to the exquisitely crafted and ingenious goods with one hand, and slapping the table with the other hand, with a look of sorrow on her face: "Three bottles of the best perfume! Not three or four thousand! Not one or two thousand!"
Only 998, only 998! If you buy 998, you can’t suffer a loss, and if you buy 998, you can’t be fooled! The quantity is not large, first come first served! If you are late! Congratulations, you will never miss it!"
Mr. Raglan, who was squatting in the corner, slapped his face hard and said angrily: "It's all my fault! Why did I click on the icon called "TV Shopping" in the Son's "Heaven" that day?
?!My wife has completely lost her integrity as a businessman and thinks about these crooked ways every day!"
On the other side, looking at the businessmen in front of her who were about to move, Mrs. Raglan rolled her eyes and patted the exquisite wooden box with her hand: "Buy 'Three Goddesses of Muxi' now. Not only can you buy perfume at a very low price, but you can also
Get such an exquisite wooden box for free! Look at this package, it is an excellent product to sell, give away, donate, or use for yourself! And such an exquisite and beautiful container does not cost a single copper, it is given free of charge
!free!"
At this time, some merchants had already come to the table and started to register the purchase quantity and shipping method.
Seeing that some people were still calculating the price and market, Mrs. Raglan sneered secretly and released the ultimate move: "In order to thank all colleagues for their love for the Muxi royal family's products, with the permission of the king, we specially selected the first 100 products.
Customers who purchase "The Three Goddesses of Muxi" will receive a big gift!"
Mrs. Raglan opened a cloth bag with three layers inside and three outside. Lying quietly inside was a cute crystal bottle the size of a little finger.
The chief consultant of the Kingdom Market raised the small crystal bottle in his hand and shouted to everyone in the hall: "The first 100 customers who purchase the royal perfume - "Three Goddesses of Muxi" on the exchange today will receive a mini perfume.
A bottle of essential oil, originally priced at 100 silver months, is now free! But only for the first 100 people!"
As soon as these words came out, these businessmen in the hall who had experienced great storms and could be said to be scheming, had a string called "reason" in their minds... broken...
The next second, it was like a typhoon passing through the exchange.
People rushed to the registration office with red eyes, holding their money bags high, shouting and roaring.
The business friends who were originally acquaintances suddenly turned into enemies who killed their fathers and took away their wives. At first, it was just insults with obscene words, and then it developed into beatings with hands and feet. In the end, the group fights escalated into a fight with weapons. The money bags in people's hands became
The most handy weapon, the cloth pocket is conducive to swinging and accumulating power, and the silver coins are excellent props in terms of weight and lethality.
Coins flew everywhere and demons danced wildly.
Half an hour later, under the protection of the Muxi security team, the Raglans sent away the last buyer.
Mr. Raglan held his forehead, which was bruised by the coins, and lamented.
His plump wife was excitedly taking stock of the sales results.
"I don't want to happen to this kind of thing again." Mr. Raglan put his hand into his mouth and said vaguely: "I have a back molar that seems to have been cracked..."
Mrs. Raglan turned around with a rosy face and said, "Guess! How many boxes of perfume were sold just now?"
"I don't know...a hundred boxes?"
"Four hundred boxes!"
"So much?!" Mr. Raglan was a little dumbfounded. After a while, he said to his wife with a worried face: "We don't have so many goods on hand! You also know that the "raw materials" of perfume are not at all
It’s not enough. Just last week, the gunpowder supervisor of the biochemical factory blamed us for affecting the production of saltpeter..."
The fat wife seemed to have only the light of coins in her eyes: "After all, it's just about feces. Last time I heard, the monks had a herb that can make people have diarrhea for a day and a night. We just need to get it
A little, and then throw it into the well..."
Mr. Raglan quickly covered his wife's mouth. He looked around and turned pale with fright: "Shut up! That kind of thing is called poisoning! If you are caught, you will be fined and jailed."
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His wife, looking a little dissatisfied, complained in a low voice: "That really doesn't work. We can think of a way to hire people to collect excrement outside the city... You must know that for every box of perfume sold, His Majesty promised us a hundred
One-third of the commission..."
Mr. Raglan was stunned: "Commission? One percent?"
Seeing his chubby wife nodding, he started to count on his fingers: "Four hundred boxes of perfume, 998 silver moons per box, a one percent commission is... uh..."
"Dear! What's wrong with you? Wake up! Why are you rolling your eyes?!"