Rise of Rurik Chapter 159

On the night of the Triumph, a large number of bonfires appeared in Roseburg. The triumphant people and their families grilled fish outdoors to celebrate, and the air was filled with attractive fragrance.

A person who made a ding-ding-dong-dong ran past them, and many people recognized that it was Rurik's servant.

Lumia, the sound comes from the silver jewelry she wears. She had been running, almost halfway through Roseburg, and finally appeared abruptly in the blacksmith's shop in Clavasson, and met the old guy who was hitting iron overnight.

"You? Lumia? Your master is here too?"

Clavasson threw the hammer aside for the time being, and beckoned the girl to enter the shop.

He casually took the water scoop, took a scoop of water in the bucket, and handed it over: "Drink some water, girl."

Lumia didn't have any guard, she took the water scoop and drank a lot, and then said: "Blacksmith, my master asked me to bring you some words."

"Rurik didn't come? Is he really not here?!" Cravason asked loudly.

"Yes."

Hearing what the girl said, Clavasson looked at the girl who was already quite extravagant, and couldn't help but shook his head inexplicably. Then asked: "Bring something to Rurik? Tell me."

"Ok, it's about..."

Lumia's Gnostic language is getting better and better. She has mastered almost all the words she needs in daily life, but she still stumbles a little when she speaks.

She did her best to explain to the blacksmith about the surprise production of glassware, with particular emphasis on the possibility of selling them all tomorrow.

She talked for a long time, and Clavasson stroked his beard, very happy in his heart.

Who doesn't desire more money?

So far, even though Clavassen has made a batch of glassware, the lead glass is said to be toxic, which makes Clavassen himself resisted. The most important thing is that because of the high price that Rurik insists on marking this thing, its sales seem to be limited to wealthy merchants.

Most of the richest group of people left to do business in the south, and they would go north to Roseburg only in the autumn.

Those who triumphed became rich, and Clavasson was fully aware of this.

Because soon after the ship docked, a triumphant warrior happily ran to him, announcing that he had distributed the money, and immediately paid off the credit for buying the sword. Some people hurried to the shop to see the production of steel swords.

Compared with glassware, steel swords are obviously the least worrying about sales at present.

Clavasson looked down at the girl with the huge silver jewelry in front of him: "Tell your master, I already know. Selling glassware to the warriors who suddenly have money, maybe this is a good business."

Lu Mia hurriedly said: "The master said, I can only go back if I see you start working."

"Oh? He is afraid that I will rest tonight? I understand. Well, I will start now. First of all, I have to prepare some materials."

Clavasson could feel that Rurik was particularly interested in making money, which of course is understandable, just to serve this little ancestor, Clavasson expected to be really busy tonight.

After all, glassware is fundamentally different from forging steel.

Although glassware may be weaponized, it is best to make a beautiful container for now.

It is indeed exquisite, processed from ordinary stones, and the result becomes invaluable. Since he has had successful sales experience, the huge profits have really made Klavasen's tongue.

Clavasson walked into the inner room, had a face-to-face with his wife who was lighting an oil lamp and sewing leather gloves, then he hugged a wooden box with both hands and moved it to a ventilated blacksmith's shop.

In consideration of the possibility of mass production of glass in the future, Klavasen prepared many materials in advance. His precautionary action finally came in handy tonight.

Lu Mia has seen the glass production process, she knows that several materials in the box can be completely changed by throwing them into the stove.

Clavasson deliberately showed these things: "Are you satisfied now? I will start making them quickly."

"Okay, then I can go back too."

Lumia looked like a commander, her dexterous body had just turned around, and a big hand grabbed her long golden braid that was drooping behind her head.

As if pulling the horse's reins, Lumia stopped instantly, her heart full of displeasure. Considering that they were both noble Ross people, she turned around and could only greet her with a smile.

"Blacksmith, do you want me to have another job?"

Clavasson released his hand and looked at the girl's face and shook his head: "You plan to go back alone? You still come to me alone at night. Don't you know the danger?"

"Danger?" The girl's face was dull.

"Remember your own identity, you are Rurik's servant. Beware of those dizzy heads taking you home. When they go crazy, it doesn't matter whether you are Rurik's servant or not. If you are defiled, you are hurting. The honor of your master."

Hearing it, Lumia immediately covered her upper body with her arms, she was taken aback and frightened Yelu.

She asked cautiously: "I am Rurik's servant, what should no one do?"

"That's you stupid! Ah, a naive deer breeder. It's dark, who can recognize your identity?" Clavasson didn't mean to scare the girl, "You're waiting a moment, I'll **** you back. . Don't worry about anything. Since Rürich doesn't plan to come and inform me personally, I'll go there in person."

If Lumia is a servant woman who is afraid of the dark, is it possible that Rurik's noble status is also afraid of the dark? An eight-year-old boy, it seems that it is not shameful to be afraid of the dark.

Since it was a matter of discussing making a lot of money, Kravasson complained a little bit about Rurik's failure to come.

In fact, Rurik can't get out of it!

My cousin Arik has completely become a real brother, but even a real brother has to settle accounts, right?

After Rurik gave Lumia the order, he informed Arik about the "trade fair" tomorrow afternoon. Rurik knew that his cousin could be described as the leader of those young warriors. If the news were released prematurely, there would be a lot of trouble in the "fair".

Furthermore, the glass is stored in Kravasson's home. Whether the person who gets the letter ran away early, if Kravasson sold it at a low price, it would be a big loss.

Regarding this matter, Rurik didn't intend to let his cousin know too much. There is only one task for arranging a cousin, holding his own glass from the table, using it as a sample to show the warriors who are on the scene of the money sharing, and then leading them to the blacksmith's shop.

My cousin Arik is already asleep, everything looks like it was more than a year ago.

In a year's time, this fledgling young man has made meritorious service on the battlefield.

Rurik admired this brave young man in his heart, and worried about his future.

Now that Arik has returned, let him rest for a while. In the foreseeable future, Rurik believes that they will not engage in large-scale plunder.

Rurik himself wanted to get into the "sleeping bag" made of animal skins for a good rest, and he was still waiting for Lumia's return.

Lumia finally came back, but she didn't think she was still with the blacksmith Clavasson.

"Rurik, you let your servant run around, how can you do this!" Clavassen's loud voice made Rurik startled.

He hurriedly glanced at his cousin who was twisting a few times, and walked out of the house with his mother.

In fact, Cravason has been thinking about a possibility in his heart. Rurik was too gentle with her servant Lumia, and this gentleness remained the same for half a year. What does this say? Maybe ten years later, Lumia can still become Rurik's wife.

This is the biggest reason why Kravasson is polite and caring, at least for the potential chief's wife to have a good impression of his own family from the beginning.

Clavasson had no intention of criticizing his own benefactor. He returned the servant and talked about the glassware in a straightforward manner.

He stayed outdoors and asked, "Rurik, are you serious? I made glasses overnight. Are you sure you can sell them all tomorrow?"

"Why are you suspicious?" Rurik folded his hands together, with a confident look.

"Well, let's come in and talk?"

"No!" Rurik shook his neck. "It's up to you and me to discuss this matter. Let's find a quiet place to explain the matter. I don't need a third person to overheard."

"So concealed?" Clavasson shrugged.

Just like that, an old man who had been ironing for a lifetime followed a little boy and walked into the shadow of a wooden house that was not illuminated by the moon.

There was no one everywhere, only the bleak chirping of owls and the sound of people laughing by the campfire farther away.

Rurik said bluntly: "Clarvasson, now you have two choices. Either wait for the big merchant Gould to come back and sell all our things to him. Or we sell all to those people in Triumph, from them. Make money here. What's your attitude?"

"Does this still need to be asked?" Clavasson stomped fiercely, categorically saying: "I want money! Those cups had better become silver coins immediately."

"Well, since you are here, we should talk about very real issues. Regarding the pricing of glassware, we must determine now."

Kravasson didn't think much about this, he said straightforwardly: "Just like the other day, two hundred silver coins were sold to merchants. Are we still the same?"

"No! After all, they are our people, not outsiders. In fact, I have already thought about the price, and I want to hear your opinion."

Rurik does take the previous sales success as an important reference for new products.

The new buyers will all be Ross genuine tribesmen, and of course they can't do things too hard to treat them. Give yourself a membership price, this sales routine Rurik thinks it can work. After all, discount sales exist in ancient times!

Rurik set a "tribal special price" for the existing glassware.

There are currently forty sets stored in Klavasen's home, namely a glass cup and a long-necked glass jug constitute a set.

The "special price" of the suit was positioned at one hundred and fifty silver coins, and Lurik had already known from Arik how much money each warrior could get, so he set the price.

Even so, Rurik conservatively estimated that at a price of one hundred and five, few people are willing to take the money obediently. It is too expensive!

So it needs to be sold separately.

It is only a thick-walled and thick-bottomed lead glass that has been annealed after one-time press molding. It is the simplest quantity product. The price of this item is sixty silver coins.

The second is the long-necked glass pot that has been processed. After all, Klavassen creatively put the craftsmanship of making bronzes on glassware, so he has to pay a craft fee anyway! Then one hundred silver coins.

Since glassware is a rare object, out of the human nature of comparison, Rurik guesses that no one will buy a set without changing their colors. Most prospective buyers buy a cup or pot as a symbol of their wealth. That's it.

These analyses Rurik told Clavasson.

The shadow covered the child's face. At this moment, Klavasen always felt that Rurik might still be living with the **** of greed in his heart.

In terms of greed, Kravasson used to have no capital for greed, but now he just wants to melt silver coins and make himself a pile of silverware.

Clavasson told the truth: "Actually, I still hope you set the price higher. In this way, those who are willing to buy will not be stingy with his money. The set we sell to the merchant is two hundred silver coins, which is two hundred silver coins. Ten gold coins! Those people are just looking at the glass. When they handed over the gold, their eyes may not have left the glass. Rurik, is it because they are our people, you lower the price. I am yours too Clan, I will make less money because of this."

"But those merchants are not our clan members. Of course we have to give up certain benefits to the clan members. You are also a clan member, but you are also the maker of the glass."

"You let them benefit, and I have lost a lot." Clavasson said frankly.

"Do you like more money? The account can't be calculated like that, my uncle. I'm just worried that because the price is set too high, they will buy cautiously, just to see not to buy at all. Our goal is to put them in their hands The silver coins are earned, but also to ensure that they are willing to spend a huge sum of money.

Let's talk about making money. Gould bought an ordinary glass bottle and actually spent 30 gold coins. We now have a better one, which is sold to our people at half price. Is there any problem with this?

Those warriors are my wealthy people, do you just think I am giving them favors? "

At this moment, Clavasson listened with gusto, "What's the secret? You say."

In the darkness, Rurik laughed greedily: "Tomorrow, when they come to the forge to see all the glassware on our exhibit. I will tell them in public what the price is for foreign merchants and the price for the tribe. I want them to understand that it is because of their identity as a member of the Ross tribe that they can enjoy my discount. That's right!"

Rurik had an idea, and hurriedly asked: "Clarvasson, how many cups can you make tonight as soon as possible?"

"It depends on my material reserves. You know, I am a blacksmith, and I have high requirements for my own products. As you said, glassware must be placed in the embers of the campfire, and only the embers slowly extinguished by themselves. , So that the glass will not crack when poured into hot water."

"That's right." Rurik affirmed.

"So, I can only make twenty. If something goes wrong, your reputation will be damaged."

Rurik secretly admired the old guy's quality consciousness. Furthermore, Kravasson didn't boast about going to Haikou, only saying that he could make twenty quickly with his best efforts. In addition to what he did before, Rurik was very satisfied.

"Maybe there are only sixty pure glasses? Enough. Clavasson!" Rurik smiled confidently.

"You urge me to do more? Make more money?"

"No. Money must be earned. It is our product... I have decided that we will only provide 60 cups tomorrow. It's really hard for you, so you will make 20 cups of good quality, not more than one. produce."

"Actually... I can also work harder. If I can, you can ask Lumia to help me."

"No, Lumia is still going to herd the elk. Just listen to me and only produce twenty. Even if you have the ability, don't make more. What do you think is called? This is called a limited sale! We just provide this. There are more goods, and there may be four hundred buyers! We tell them the quantity of the goods and tell them that there will be no new goods for a long time after this opportunity, or even if the new goods arrive, they will be more expensive. I guess, this way Those who hesitate will also fight to buy."

In fact, Rurik also thought of hunger marketing in a daze. After all, the implementation of hunger marketing routines must ensure that there is a large amount of stock in the warehouse. You can announce that there are few items left, and keep picking up the goods from the warehouse with a steady stream of secret pokes, in order to routine buyers.

Now there is really no more goods in Rurik! If it were not for Clavasson to step up production, only forty cups could be sold.

Rurik is actually forced to "limited sale", so there is nothing to hide at all.

Like Clavasson, Rurik was anxious to turn the glass cup into cash. It's not just that he, like everyone else, has an innate desire for wealth.

It was also because Rurik had to get more coins because of other expenses. Using reasonable means to get the silver coins looted by the triumphant into your own hands can eliminate even the slightest possibility of your own financial crisis. Rurik just wanted to be stable, and then count the money to satisfy himself with peace of mind, and then spread the money to win over the hearts of the people.

It is also the "special price for the tribesmen" and the "limited sale". Lurik put these in Gnostic language, that is, kneaded a few words together and invented two proper nouns.

With a good mathematical level, Rurik closed his eyes on his mental arithmetic and estimated the maximum and minimum profits for Clarvasson after all the sales.

Since the agreement was to split the profit equally, Kravasson was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was very likely to get close to forty pounds of silver coins, or 4,000 silver coins. Just because of processing the river sand, white rock and lead deliberately made into bad currency, you can get the wealth equivalent to forging 70 steel swords, the thousand iron constructions of the past.

Any other objections? Bah!

In the previous transaction with the merchant, Clavasson made fifty gold coins, and he was almost faint with a smile!

Today, greater wealth lies ahead.

He didn't have any objections, and assured Rurik that he would do exactly as planned, and ran happily at night, only to run back to the blacksmith's shop as soon as possible.

Niya saw the excitement of Clavasson's excitement. Soon after her son returned to the house, she had to ask: "What kind of things did you say to him? Clavasson is very old~www.mtlnovel.com ~Happy as a child."

Sitting on the leather cushion, Rurik stuck out his tongue at his mother and said, "Mom, we will soon be richer because of the glass. Just look forward to it!"

"Oh? Then I have to see."

Rurik lay down on the deerskin and greeted the servant with his face sideways: "I'm tired. Lumia, rub my legs for me. My calves are sore."

Lumia drooped with strands of golden threads on her face, and her stretched face did not show the slightest displeasure, as if her master needed care like her own brother.

She kept kneading Rurik's most sore calf, which drew Rurik's satisfaction.

Lying on his stomach is actually not meant to be enjoyed deliberately.

He is in the stage of growing his body. This Nordic body grows faster and needs more food. Rurik feels that the calf is sore or because of calcium deficiency. Soreness is a manifestation of the lack of nutrition in the body, especially after exercise, the child's calf is the most sore. Speaking of sports, Rurik took his one hundred and fifty "buddies" to do physical training every day.

Even if his food is much better now, Rurik is still dissatisfied. pasta! meat! And vegetables! Now, the only thing that Roseburg can stably supply is fish meat, of which herring is the most.

He fell asleep comfortably while rubbing her legs in Lumia. At this time, Lumia also stopped working.

She turned her head slightly to look at the mistress.

Niya looked at his son's sleeping face, and then at the sleeping face of Arik who had returned safely, and smiled in relief. This commanded: "You go to bed too, Lumia. Remember, to graze well tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Lumia put a blanket on the little master Liurik.

She climbed up to the wooden wall very wittily, and lay on her own bedding, covered with animal skin blankets...

Chapter end