Roderick rode his horse through this boiling construction site, where dust and the smell of sweat were everywhere.
There were only more than thirty guards following behind him, but several packhorses carrying heavy money boxes made every step they took extra solid. When he saw Suleiman, the young lord was standing in front of a newly built wooden house, discussing a scribbled drawing with Bana and Evelyn.
Roderick turned over and dismounted, the expression on his face kept changing, mixed with excitement, fatigue from the journey, and a trace of ambition that could not be concealed. He was thinking about how to tell Suleiman about House Tyrell. Originally, this young lord could become richer than some big nobles with this treasure, and so did he.
Roderick clenched his fists, really unwilling.
"Master Suleiman." Roderick sighed and bowed, his voice a little hoarse.
Suleiman looked at the dusty Roderick and his several big boxes and smiled.
Inside Lion's Den Council Chamber is extremely simple, with a long wooden table and a few rough chairs. Several guards of Roderick carried a heavy wooden box on the table. The moment the box lid was opened, although there was no golden light, it almost stung people's eyes, and people gasped.
"This is the purchase price paid by House Tyrell! One thousand Gold Dragon!" Roderick's voice had a hint of trembling. He stared at Suleiman's face, trying to see from above He caught a hint of greed or ecstasy, but he was disappointed. Suleiman was indeed very happy, but he did not lose his composure. His eyes only stayed on Gold Dragon for a moment, and then turned to Bana.
Suleiman said in a calm tone as if ordering dinner, "Count three hundred coins and give them to Your Excellency Roderick. This is what he deserves."
Roderick suddenly said, three hundred Gold Dragon. He didn't even ask for a share, but the other party fulfilled his original verbal promise so neatly. In Westeros, the promises and reputations of nobles and businessmen are often cheaper than the love of female craftsmen. There are many cases of cheating, and the young lord's straightforward behavior made him feel unrealistic and extremely shocked.
Suleiman interrupted his ink writing and made a gesture of invitation, "Now, let's talk about House Tyrell's conditions."
Suleiman knows very well that big nobles are not good people, and House Tyrell's money is not that easy to get, especially that old woman.
In this delicate atmosphere, Roderick took a deep breath and recited Lady Olenna's agreement verbatim:
"During the period when House Tyrell made a counterfeit, it is no longer allowed to make this item, and it is not allowed to sell this item to anyone."
Roderick worded his words carefully, every word was like walking on the tip of a knife. He observed Suleiman's reaction. The expected anger, unwillingness, or resentment at being humiliated did not appear. The young lord just listened quietly.
When he finished speaking, Council Chamber fell into dead silence, and people looked at Suleiman.
After just a moment, Suleiman raised his head. "Okay!"
Roderick suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. "What did you say? Sir?"
"I said yes, I agree." Suleiman confirmed again, his tone as calm as if he was saying that the weather is really nice today.
Roderick was completely stunned. He almost blurted out. "Sir! You...:... you just give up like this? This is a golden mountain! A golden mountain that can make your family rich instantly for countless generations!"
Suleiman looked at Roderick strangely, not understanding why he was more excited than she was.
"Have you ever heard of the old saying Riverlands, the human heart is not enough and a snake swallows an elephant." Suleiman said steadily, not loudly,
But it was clearly transmitted to Roderick's ears.
Roderick shook his head in confusion, while Evelyn opened his eyes wide and asked, Riverlands Where did the elephant come from?
Suleiman felt that something was not right with Roderick. He paused, glanced at the dazzling box of Gold Dragon on the table, and said something nice:
"I just happened to pick up a huge piece of gold by the river, but I don't have enough strength to protect it. If I hold on to it, vultures, hyenas, and even stronger lions who smell it will soon come to eat me."
"Being greedy is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant"
These words left Roderick speechless. He felt that he was not facing a young lord from a small place, but he was still unwilling to give in and said eagerly, "Sir! Now House Tyrell is willing to pay a high price to buy all the inventory in your hand! As long as you can provide more! The profit is still astronomical!"
Suleiman shook his head. "I only have ten pairs in my hand now."
Roderick almost shouted, "Then make it quickly!"
"Why not produce more! Time is money!"
"One pair is one thousand Gold Dragon!!"
Suleiman's eyes did not answer him, but turned to Evelyn who had been silent beside him. The sharpness in his eyes faded and became softer. He planned to say something earthy that would shock the woman in front of him. Suleiman said softly:
"Because she is more precious than them."
This sentence is like a pebble thrown into the lake. To Roderick, this is explaining that this ugly woman is the key to making Spectacles, and this process consumes a lot of money for her, so it cannot be mass-produced.
But to Evelyn, it sounded like he was telling her that for the sake of her health and to prevent her from wasting her energy, he would rather give up a mountain of gold that was within easy reach. Evelyn lowered her head suddenly, her heart beating wildly, and she felt her cheeks were burning hot.
That ugly camouflaged birthmark seemed unable to cover up the crimson spreading quietly at the base of his ears. Why is this little guy so good at talking?
Just kidding, for such a talented person, he can still tell the difference between what he has eaten and what he has eaten, not to mention that ordinary people are guilty of carrying a jade.
Pigs are most afraid of getting strong, so doing business in secret will only benefit you without any harm.
Except for Bana, who had already realized it, the followers on both sides had their mouths wide open and their eyes wide with shock. This young noble lord actually liked this kind of tone. Did he never see a woman before? Roderick was even more impatient. Ten pairs of Spectacles were too few.
Roderick anxiously took three hundred Gold Dragon, as well as a reply letter and contract to House Tyrell, and left unwillingly.
After he left, Suleiman immediately turned to Bana:
"Take these Gold Dragon out and put them into a box that can be carried by one person."
"Go and gather everyone in the open space on the plain outside the valley."
After a while, on the high platform outside the valley, Suleiman stood in front of everyone.
Under the stage, there was a dense crowd of citizens, who looked curiously at the young lord on the high platform.
At the feet of Suleiman, the box filled with Gold Dragon was open. Everyone's eyes were attracted to the Gold Dragon, and their breathing became cautious.
Suleiman looked around at the faces below that were soaked in sweat and dust. Then, he bent down, picked up the heavy cash box with both hands, and dumped the Gold Dragon inside on the ground.
The golden hard objects poured out and scattered on the wooden boards of the high platform, colliding with each other and making a crisp, sweet, and crazy sound.
The crowd in the audience gasped. Everyone was shocked by the extremely luxurious scene in front of them. They stared at the golden ocean, their Adam's apple rolled, and they gasped.
Suleiman looked at the crowd and said loudly, "Your lord! He will never treat his meritorious people badly!"
"I promised you that if you follow me, you will have food and clothing. Now, I want to fulfill it!"
"From today on, all those who work for my family will receive wages in addition to adequate food!"
"The more you work, the more you get! There is no ceiling!"
"No matter who it is! Even if it's a beggar! As long as you use your strength for me!"
"The most ordinary miner, as long as he completes the quota, he can get one Silver Stag in a month! If you exceed the quota, there will be rewards!"
This number exploded among the crowd. The young lord told them that as long as they work hard, they can earn one Silver Stag in a month! The whole construction site was instantly ignited!
Westeros It has always been their obligation to serve the lord for free, but now, their lord wants to pay them wages.
I don't know who was the first to shout, and then, cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami came from all directions in the valley, deafening.
The crowd waved their arms, jumped, roared, and used all their energy in cheering.
Suleiman kicked Gold Dragon at the foot. This is kindness education.
The dark crowd looked at the young figure on the high platform and the brilliant golden patch of gold at his feet. Their eyes were full of enthusiasm that was almost worshipful. They just didn't know whether this worship was worshiping the gold at Suleiman's feet or Suleiman himself, but that didn't matter anymore.
Because Suleiman knows that in their hearts, the image of Suleiman has changed from a distant person who brings food to a more real, kind and generous master who is willing to share wealth with them as long as they work hard for him and will definitely gain something.
This will distinguish him from the nobles of Westeros in the hearts of the people of Westeros. It's not that they can't stand the darkness, it's just that they haven't seen the light of fire. People follow him, not because there is a surname or countless terrible titles behind his name.
It's because what he gave them can be seen and touched.