In the manor's annex, the officials lounged amid clouds of smoke, puffing on low-quality cigars as they discussed who should be put in charge of the Cigar Factory.
After a brief discussion, they decided that Court Elder Old Hans would take charge of the factory.
For one thing, the Court Chief had very little work. He only held the manor court once a week to settle some trivial disputes between neighbors. Other than that, the manor court sat idle, and Old Hans truly had little to do.
For another, Old Hans was an old smoker. Russell had previously arranged for him to lead people in rolling the first batch of Rain Dragon Cigars.
"Old Hans, once you get to the Cigar Factory, you must keep a tight grip on quality and workmanship," Russell instructed. "Not a single cigar may be rolled with shredded leaves. Every one must use a whole, flawless tobacco leaf."
"Rest assured, my lord. I, Old Hans, will make sure the quality is strictly maintained!" Old Hans hurriedly replied.
"Also, the tobacco shreds must be made from premium sun-cured tobacco, and from the finest part of each leaf. No scraps or trimmings are allowed for cutting tobacco shreds. You'll also need to recruit a group of young female cigar rollers to make Rain Dragon Cigars."
Rain Dragon Cigars were destined to be high-end luxury goods. Russell's strategy was simple: limited sales, exclusively for distinguished guests.
Ordinary people would not be able to buy them even if they had money.
Old Hans hesitated. "My lord, if the standards are set this high, I'm afraid we won't be able to produce many Rain Dragon Cigars."
"I know."
Russell nodded. "I've already considered it. The Rain Dragon Cigars made to our current standards will each bear a label... Hmm, use