"How was it?"
"Center?" Aisha looked up at the enormous sign above the shop entrance. There was only a single red character on it: Center.
"Center!"
Drogo was quite satisfied with his shop's name. A Flying Red Center Church shop ought to hang a Red Center.
"If it's just a symbol, will anyone know what your shop does?" Aisha asked in confusion.
"This is called a sense of sophistication. Those who run fan-circle economies all do it this way. You'll understand later."
"How baffling."
Drogo had acquired the largest shop on Cornflower Street. After a friendly exchange, the original owner of the alchemy materials shop had happily sold him the place.
This time, it really had been a friendly exchange. After all, as a respectable dragon with several businesses under his command, he had already passed the stage of primitive capital accumulation.
It had four whole floors, each nearly two thousand square meters. Before long, this would become the first game arcade—or rather, internet café—in Feilin Continent's history.
The first and second floors were public areas, while the third and fourth held mid-to-high-end private rooms. Everything from street snacks and alcoholic drinks to private dishes by famous chefs would be available, though smoking would only be permitted in designated smoking areas.
Top up internet fees—no, the term "internet fees" didn't sound sophisticated enough.
Top up membership fees instead. Members would receive a card made of iron, copper, silver, gold, mithril, refined gold, or dragon scales, with the required membership fee increasing at each tier.
Drogo guaranteed that nowhere else on the continent could reliably provide top-grade dragon scale materials.
He knew every Ancient Dragon still alive. He was the only one who collected the flakes of shed skin they dropped. That was what you called business acumen.
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