"Has Your Highness Ron been running some sort of business in Chaos City lately?" Guy asked curiously from the side. His short stature put him exactly at eye level with the seated Ron.
"I opened a flower shop. Just a small business, a small business." Ron said with a beaming smile.
Small business my ass!
Guy fought down the urge to roll his eyes, his thoughts beginning to race.
A flower shop...
What kind of flower shop could make that much money?
Last time, it had been 6,000 gold coins. How many days had it been? And now another ten thousand-plus gold coins had come in!
Even robbing people blind on the streets every day wouldn't bring in that much, would it?
If the receipt hadn't clearly borne the words Glorious Mercenary Group, Guy would have suspected that Prince Ron had raided some great noble's treasury.
In just two visits, 16,500 gold coins were now sitting in Ron's account.
Even in Chaos City, the foremost city of trade, that counted as an enormous sum.
Especially since it was Ron's private wealth alone.
With that in mind, Guy carefully said, "Does Your Highness have any investment plans in the near future? If not, the Gold Depository has several rather good projects. Would you like to hear about them?"
Ron glanced at Guy and understood what he was after.
It was like how banks in his old world offered customers all kinds of wealth-management services.
He had only been in this world for a short time and was completely unfamiliar with its economic environment, so naturally he had no intention of investing his money too early.
Thus, he shook his head. "I don't have any such plans for now. If an opportunity arises later, I'll come ask you about it."
"Of course."