How to communicate friendly with His Highness Ron at the dinner table;
How to slowly lead the topic from small talk to Scale Vine while eating;
How to extract the specific output of Scale Vine from His Highness Ron;
How to deal with disagreements if they arise;
What tone should be used to show Elf Race's friendly attitude;
On the way here, Elf Priest Gweil preset a large list of goals that need to be achieved, possible problems and methods to deal with them.
But after the hot pot is served, everything ceases to exist.
Ha~
Gweil took a pleasant sip of sour plum juice, leaned back on the chair and sighed comfortably.
He picked up a napkin and wiped his sweating forehead. His mind gradually came to life from a blank state, and he realized his previous gaffe.
This hot pot is really delicious!
It's so delicious that I can't stop eating it.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to stuff food into his mouth. There was no chance for him to speak.
The sound it makes is either the sound of chewing, or the sound of the mouth being stuffed with food.
The dignity of a 388-year-old senior elf was completely ruined in one fell swoop.
None of the goals I had set and calculated in my mind earlier were achieved... I just ate...
No wonder Edith often likes to run here when he has nothing to do. It turns out that the food and treatment are good.
How can you still swallow ordinary food after eating it once?
Gweil smacked his lips, his stomach was slightly propped up, but he still had some unfinished thoughts in his heart.
What a human delicacy that corrodes people's hearts...Gweil shook his head to regain his consciousness, and could not fall into the gentle land set by the other party.
He came this time with a mission from the Queen.
After finishing the hot pot, Nora and Yuna began to clean up.
Ron invited Gweil into the study room for a detailed discussion.
Edith, as the link between the two of them, also entered the study.
Sylvie wants to ensure the safety of His Highness Ron, so naturally he will accompany the author.
In the study room, the two parties had a friendly conversation on matters related to Scale Vine, and finally reached a consensus and signed a contract that satisfied both parties.
There are many various clauses in the contract, but there are only three main ones.
Two of them are Elf Race's long-term purchase orders for Nether Orchid and Golden Red Chrysanthemum.
The most important one is about Scale Vine--
To put it simply, Ron must ensure that at least 3,000 Scale Vine plants are provided to Elf Race every month.
For Elf Race, it is necessary to prepay half of the amount every month in order to obtain the priority supply right of Flower Shop.
The negotiation went smoothly, firstly because the bottom line prepared by Elf Race was not high, and secondly because both parties were not worried about the same issue.
So far, the most frustrating thing about Flower Shop and Ron is that the price of plants is absolutely fixed.
Even if a force purchases large quantities at once, it will not get even a copper coin discount.
In the past, no matter how large the batch was, it was just a few hundred plants. Considering the preciousness and powerful effects of these plants, it was acceptable without price concessions.
But this time it's different.
This time, the cooperation with Flower Shop is the whole Elf Race.
It's not a wealthy businessman or aristocrat, nor is it a force like Glorious Mercenary Group or Disode Magic Academy.
But an entire race.
Ron is just a Human Empire mixed-blood Seventh Prince with no rights. Even if he is a favored person of Church of the Goddess of Harvest, if he does not have Scale Vine, a plant that is very suitable for Elf Race, it is impossible to negotiate with Elf Race in his personal capacity.
So Ron started having a headache the night Edith made an appointment with him in advance.
If the quantity of Scale Vine demanded by Elf Race is large enough, how to make them give up the idea of asking for discounts.
As a result, Elf Race never talked about this matter from beginning to end. Instead, he asked for a lot in terms of the quantity of Scale Vine.
After the contract was signed and Gweil was sacrificed and Edith was sent away from Flower Shop, Ron slowly came to his senses.
Elf Race I would rather not get the discount, but buy as much Scale Vine as possible, and ask for the priority supply right of Flower Shop.
If Ron hadn't intentionally limited the quantity of Scale Vine sold, Elf Race might not have had a big problem eating 10,000 Scale Vine plants a month.
Therefore, the negotiation process may seem quite funny to others -
Customers desperately want to buy more, but the store keeps lowering the sales quantity.
For Elf Race, Scale Vine's characteristic of early purchase and early cultivation means that the earlier the purchase, the greater the quantity, the more beneficial it will be for them.
Money is meant to be used to transform racial power. As long as it is spent properly, it won't hurt.
But for Ron, he only needs to complete the indicators of the main mission.
As for selling more Wealth Points and making more Wealth Points, it doesn't make much sense to him now.
After all, the current Wealth Points is no longer as urgent and lacking to him as it was when he first crossed over.
Except for exchanging Cultivation Space and dealing with unexpected special situations, he is no longer so dependent on Wealth Points.
In addition to the two above, the biggest function of the system is that it can continuously provide him with magical plants in the form of tasks.
Of course he won't dislike Wealth Points too much, but he won't open up tens of thousands of sales at once.
After all, once this kind of news spreads, the value of the Flower Shop plant will begin to depreciate in the minds of many people.
This is what Ron needs to prevent in advance.
After seeing off the guests, Ron returned to the study.
Sylvie looked at the back of Ron walking into the study, and sensed the situation in the board game room next door, and couldn't help but sigh.
It seems that you can't call War of the Gods today...
Sylvie returned to the bar next door with a sense of disappointment, intending to wash up and go to sleep early, but was forced by Yuna to sit down at the bar and receive the baptism of the devil.
When I returned to the room late at night, Sylvie's entire taste buds were numb, and my heart was filled with regret.
I will never let Yuna taste wine from now on!
After Sylvie couldn't hold on anymore and slipped back into the room, Yuna made a few more cocktails and walked towards Nora with a plate in hand, with a malicious smile on his face.
In the study, Ron stretched out and asked Heart-Connecting Vine to tidy up the desk, and was getting up to take a rest.
As a result, the footsteps of two people could be heard outside.
"Nora Don't run away~ Try this cup again~"
"No...Yuna Please, I really can't drink anymore..."
"I promise this cup is very delicious. Watch me take a sip."
"No need... I think the structure of our taste buds may be different..."
"Take a sip~"
"... Uh-oh."
Ron's eyes twitched, and when he was about to take a step out of the study, he immediately took it back.
Nora... Only this point, I really can't help...
As a result, Ron still could not escape the disaster, because Nora ran directly to the study, opened the door and asked Ron for help.
"Store manager... I'm really dying..."
Ron looked at Nora, who had mist in his eyes, panting due to struggle, and liquid like milk at the corner of his mouth, and fell into silence for a moment.
Yuna's low laughter came from around the corner, and a small hand had already climbed on Nora's shoulder:
"Huh? His Highness Ron is here too~"
Poujie Diary: I slept until three o'clock in the afternoon... I was shocked when I woke up and looked at the time... I think it will be life and death again tonight... I can barely manage a thousand words an hour with all my strength... When will I be able to transform into a tentacle monster...
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