Back on Russell's Earth, selling any product—especially one with even a hint of luxury appeal—required telling a good story.
The most classic example was Small Can Tea.
Three years, 400,000 kilometers, eight master tea makers joining forces to create China's representative tea. Giving good tea a standard, making tea purchases more reassuring, making tea drinking simpler...
But still, Small Can Tea really did sell like crazy. Even in Russell's previous life, when he needed to ask someone for a favor and bring a gift, he had bought Small Can Tea before. Everyone knew it was an intelligence tax, but when going out to handle business, buying it really could demonstrate sincerity.
Just like luxury goods. Did rich people not know they were expensive? They simply did not care. What they bought was precisely the price.
If it was not expensive, how could it prove that I was rich?
In today's Shadowflame Grand Duchy, petty merchants clearly did not yet know how to do business by telling stories. They only knew how to shout about how good their own wares were.
Russell bringing out these "purely hand-rolled cigars" was, in truth, a complete conceptual crush over everything else.
"Grandfather, the beauty of a cigar burning freely perfectly suits a noble knight such as yourself, who has devoted his life to the nation. It complements your bearing wonderfully." As Russell spoke, he handed the entire box of cigars to Count Merlin's personal valet.
He then took a puff of his own cigar and joined Count Merlin in puffing away amid the clouds of smoke.
Compared with other tobacco products.
Russell did not object to cigars, because cigar smoke did not need to be inhaled into the lungs and would not cause much harm to the body. Of course, in this world with