Chapter 1606 1578. Dealer
"Yes." Shileton immediately said with an expression of "I had a hard time but no one could understand it." "I knew you could understand it, Lan Eun! My good friend!"
"There are many people who have encouraged this troublestorm. Who is among them?"
"There are fucking our dealers! Those fucking dealers give us eye drops! Thinking of selling to Nifgaard with a smaller share, they can make more money!"
"Some people think that Nifgaard has lost its serious supply, so they can stream goods and smuggle them to Nifgaard at an additional high price!"
"Then there are the courts and great nobles among Redania and Taimolia. Or the northern nobles. They probably really want to embargo the Valyrian steel on Niphgad. But I promise, man. The content of family and country feelings is basically only half."
"They are inseparable from those dealers. If you think about it carefully, it can also attack Nifgaard and make money by yourself. Why not do it?"
"What then?" Shilledon hugged his big head in annoyance and pain, "Then there are the Niphgads themselves who are suffering from plague!"
"The Nifgaards have long had the sound of studying high-performance metal materials themselves! They wish we wouldn't sell them Valyrian steel to stimulate their own merchant guilds and markets to increase their research investment!"
"They were originally mortal enemies with our dealers, but now that the goals are the same, of course they can stand together for the time being."
"The result is now, and our reputation is plummeting in the market."
Lane and Shilleton both frowned.
It was Cassandra, who basically wanted to keep up with the pace at the beginning of the topic, but soon, a series of words that she had never heard or understood were hit.
Dealers, goods exchanges, trade sanctions, guilds.
She was so tired that she could understand her.
In ancient Greece, trade in city-states such as Athens was in a period of vigorous development. Whether it is the scope of trade, the amount of trade, or various trade concepts and rules.
But that was only the early stage of civilization. In the end, it was just the formation stage of the magical medieval era that had developed to the stage of equity, businessmen alliance, guilds and markets, it seemed very immature.
Not to mention that even in ancient Greece, Cassandra was not a person who knew how to trade at all.
When I went to Andros Island and found the ruins of forging furnaces left by the Ishu people. Herodotus said that the marble trade in Andros Island and its market share in the surrounding city-states.
Her and Barnabas's impression of Andros Island is the place name in the mythological story, the cemetery of Achilles, the No. 1 Greek warrior.
"Wait." Cassandra raised a finger and shook it in her ear, as if she had finally figured out the chaotic thoughts. "Although I don't really understand what you are talking about, the key is that group of people called dealers, right?"
"Since you have a goal, you can't solve it? Why can't you tell me to attack them?"
Shilledon and Lane looked at each other.
This time the dwarf looked at Cassandra without looking surprised. After all, even if this kind of thing is to be heard by locals in the magical medieval era, only a very small number of people can understand it based on the popular concept of education and business.
"This is the problem, Cassandra." Lan En explained. "The dealer is not a secret small group composed of some specific people, just like the Order God Cult you are chasing."
"It's a position? a role? Can you understand?"
"As long as a person reaches this position, he is the dealer. If the benefits required by the dealer's position remain unchanged, then everyone who serves as a dealer will develop like this."
Cassandra vaguely understood: "But you have to set up now, or rely on the position of a dealer to sell Valyrian steel smoothly, so you said it's hard to do it, right?"
This is not that a person or small group corrupts a position, but that the nature of the position itself determines its interest demands.
In the end, those who get this position have to adapt to this interest demand.
What I have to say: This is not the alienation of humans, but the alienation of humans.
Looking at the troubled Siloton, Lan En fully understood what the difficulty was now.
The dealers should have been a group of people in the same camp as their Valyrian Chamber of Commerce.
However, under the complex and changeable interests of all parties, they will temporarily stab the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce and bleed.
Lan En and the others can't take too much explosive methods to manage the dealer.
Because they always need this role to play a role in the chamber of commerce, and if they change a group of people, there will be no change in the end.
If you want to complete the root cause, you will not directly start with the business model of the Valyrian Chamber of Commerce.
Change the dealer model to direct sales.
But in today's environment, this will bring huge cost increases, including employee costs, management costs, transportation costs, and more.
In the end, perhaps Valyrian Steel, a business plan with an explosive profit margin, may not be able to cover the profits!
This is the complexity of the real situation: the achievements of the world are in me, and you are in me. Defeat is also due to the fact that you have in me, and you have me.
"This is not something that can be solved in a short while." Lan En set a tone for this matter first, "And at present, the impact is not serious and not urgent."
"That's it." Shilletton was still worried, "But now that the situation is so tense, our reputation has been declining again and again, and it may eventually accumulate. There will be a big problem."
Last time Lane was having a meeting in Aritusa, the racial disputes inside the factory made Berengal and him anxious, for fear that humans and inhuman races would kill each other directly.
It seems that it is just a small fight, but if the psychological pressure of the masses is really detonated as the war progresses unfavorably, it will eventually burn to the Valyrian Steel Factory. That's not something that their factory area can control itself if it is closed.
That's the whole Goth Willen to the factory area!
"Then let's do it first." After Shillon's concerns about the future were circling in Lan En's mind, he simply said, "First of all, don't think about changing the business model for the time being."
If you want to change it to direct sales, it has great requirements for communication efficiency and transportation efficiency in the business environment, otherwise you will not be able to spread the store too much.
And this requirement for infrastructure still has a long way to go in this magical medieval era.
"But since the most worrying thing is safety, we must first ensure the safety of the factory area in Gos Willen."
"What should we do?" Shillotton agreed completely on this point, so he couldn't wait to jump out of the chair. "Should we hire more guards? Do you know other witch hunters, why don't you call them all?"
"If I want to tell me, our chamber of commerce should have some armed forces long ago! What do you think of this all day long? Other chambers of commerce with names are all signing long-term contracts with a certain mercenary group!"
The red-bearded dwarf said noisily.
While talking, he also filled the silver cup in his hand with wine, and then raised his head and squished.
But Lan En just looked down at him calmly: "Listen to what nonsense you are talking about? Don't let pressure affect you extreme thinking, Shilletton."
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"Even if you sign a mercenary group, then the citizens of Gos Willen will become mobs. How dare those mercenary groups stand in front to block it? Or will they just kill the citizens?"
In the case of riots, for example, there have been massacres against inhuman races that have erupted in many cities.
In this case, it is normal for Lan En to kill the mob.
But the trouble of this kind of thing is: as the number of people increases, the nature changes.
If the leader of a cult who is full of inflection and evil sayings has only about a dozen believers under his command, it is of course a cult.
But if he has hundreds of thousands or millions of believers under his command, then you should call him Archbishop of Eternal Fire.
Kill the mob, kill a few people for self-defense, and no one can say anything. But if you kill too much, then it is hard to tell who is wrong.
Except for the army, basically no one dares to put this name on their heads.
As a literary master said: If this cat is screaming and clawed, everyone will naturally be angry with it. But if I really hit it and drove it away, then this anger would find me, and it suddenly became a pitiful character who was bullied.
"Then, what should I do?!"
Shilledon spread his hands.
Cassandra is also puzzled. After all, it has been a very conventional idea since ancient times to the present when the risks increase.
Lan En shook his head, "In the face of violence, the solution is not necessarily violent."
"We still have not stopped selling Valyrian steel to Nifgad. So how much profit do we bring to the northern countries compared to the sold Valyrian steel?"
Instead of responding to Sylton directly, he turned to ask a question.
"Of course it's bigger!" Shilloton was not stuck at all. "We are a high-yield chamber of commerce, which is originally a heavy tax. There are also punitive measures to trade with Niffgaard."
"Our sales network is all over the north, so this transaction is less than four copies!"
"Compared with the Valyrian steel sold to Nifgaard, the money we gave to the north is much more influential! Besides, the Nifgaards were also starting to study high-performance metals themselves, and the import volume was shrinking year by year."
It is said that merchants have no motherland, and the Shireton and Giankadi families do not regard Taimolia as their motherland.
But the key is that they still have racial issues!
As dwarves, they dare not underestimate the persecution of the inhuman race by the Niphgad Empire.
There was a serious turmoil in the north, but at least there were people from the inhuman races.
The south has been killed for more than a hundred years! This shows a calm look of 'racial harmony'.
If it is really an enemy, Giankadi Bank will have to stop Shileton.
Moreover, the positions of important forces in the chamber of commerce, such as Belengal, Lane, and Aritusa, are clearly against Nifgad.
Shellton is not stupid.
"That's easy to say." Lan En shrugged, "Okay, now take out the money you are going to use to ask the soldiers."
"What are you doing?"
Lan En walked to the desk and took Berengal, who had already started metabolizing the toxins, to the side without hesitation.
While picking up the quill on the table, he said, "It's time for us to ask the bard."
(This chapter ends)