Plane Supermarket

Chapter 161

The carriage was driving unsteadily on the bumpy road, and Stan was sitting in the carriage, flatteringly chatting with the big businessman sitting opposite him.

In front of the car and behind the car, there is almost no end to the line.

The big businessman is a middle-aged man who looks more decent than Stan. He has a small mustache, which has been carefully groomed with sheep oil, and even made into a sideways shape. She wrapped herself tightly, and even buttoned the top button of her collar.

The buttons all over his body are made of rhinestones, and the perfectly cut rhinestones reflect bright light when they are illuminated by the sun.

There was a ceramic brooch pinned to his chest, which made him dare not even make big moves, after all, everyone knew that ceramics were fragile.

Fragile, rare, and beautiful, it is a luxury in itself.

"It's really desolate here." The big businessman looked out the car window. He didn't even see a decent village along the way. The villages here are all one house on the east and one house on the west. The distance from each other is very far, and there is not even a street .

Stan nodded. He felt the same way when he came here for the first time. He couldn’t even believe that there is a shop here that can buy and sell porcelain. , I’m afraid I won’t have a chance.”

There are local snakes in prosperous cities, and it is impossible for others to spit out what others eat.

Big businessman: "That's right, but have the people here thought of going out to sell porcelain?"

Stan smiled: "The young people here are very smart, they only sell rhinestones, they dare not touch tea and porcelain."

This made the big businessman interested. He has met many small businessmen, most of them can only see the immediate benefits. When they died, they didn't know why they died. When building a network of relationships, he did not dare to compete with big businessmen for profit.

Businessmen will bow their knees in front of nobles, but they will never show good looks to their colleagues who sell the same things as themselves.

If they give each other a good face, it can only prove that the other party will die soon.

Money is their belief, and anyone who hinders them from making money is a heretic. To treat "heretics", businessmen will use more terrible methods than churches.

"Recently, I'm short of a few useful people." The big businessman said, "People who can manage things and use their brains."

Stan understood, and he smiled: "If those young people are still there, maybe they can be taken away this time. If they go out, then they can only wait for the next time."

The big merchants did not continue this topic because they had already seen the city gate.

But this time, both the merchant and Stan became dazed and opened their mouths in disbelief.

Unlike the town in Stan's memory, this time the town is no longer deserted.

Dwarves and goblins came and went, they wore unseemly but clean clothes, and they no longer wore strange beards or carried stone axes and knives like the savages in the mountains.

They even had shoes on.

There are also pointy-eared elves walking towards the town with their luggage. The elves bring their families, including the elderly and children, and they will even greet the dwarves and goblins.

The noise at the city gate seems to be no worse than that of a big city.

After all, there are not so many elves in big cities.

Because of their beauty, elves have always been a "short commodity" in the slave market. Many nobles hope to replace their slaves with elves, let alone lovers.

The big merchant quickly saw the business opportunity, and he asked Stan, "Can these elves be bought?"

Stan wasn't sure, saying, "You can ask the boss, maybe he'd be willing to sell."

The convoy could not enter the city, the carriage stopped at the gate of the city, Stan stepped out of the carriage first, and then obsequiously helped the big businessman to leave the carriage.

As soon as they got out of the car, a little goblin trotted over. He was wearing a small sheepskin hat. Although he was sweating constantly due to the heat, he obviously liked this hat and was unwilling to take it off no matter how hot it was.

"Mr. Stan." The little goblin took off his hat and saluted. He first greeted Stan, and then looked at the big businessman next to him.

Stan introduced: "This is Mr. Harm."

The little goblin took off his hat again at Hamm.

Ham didn't take this goblin seriously, and even thought he was being underestimated, and his face suddenly turned a little bit bad.

Of course, the businessman who can be held by Stan is not an ordinary character. Hamm has been doing business with the royal family all year round. Standing behind him is not ordinary nobles, but the most powerful people in this country.

Even ordinary nobles had to drop their arrogance when they saw him, and had a drink with a businessman.

The little goblin still winked, and he immediately saw that Harm didn't like him, so he just said to Stan: "Mr. Stan, please take Mr. Hamm in."

Stan nodded, and the little goblin stooped and backed away.

After walking away, the little goblin rolled his eyes, but he was not angry. When he was a slave, such a businessman would not even look at him, and he had no chance to walk in front of the other party.

"Just pass this stone road." Stan led Hamm onto the stone road.

Ham's expression was still not very good, and the corners of his mouth drooped: "The boss here just sent a goblin to pick us up?"

Stan hurriedly laughed: "This little goblin has been staying at the gate of the city, and he will pick up whoever comes, and the people in the supermarket will not come out."

Hamm's face returned to normal.

The two set foot on the stone road without anyone beside them.

Hamm is not worried, he has been a master for more than ten years, and he doesn't think anyone dares to do anything to him.

The two walked slowly to the entrance of the supermarket. The dwarves and goblins who came and went in and out of the city did not look at them. Although there were few customers in the supermarket, there would still be humans coming in and out occasionally. These dwarves and goblins who lived in the deep mountains and old forests It is also not clear how noble Steinham's clothes are.

Standing under the steps, like Stan who came to the supermarket for the first time, Hamm was also shocked by the tiled floor, but he didn't get down on the ground, nor was he unwilling to leave like Stan, he just swallowed calmly Spit: "Is this the tile floor you said?"

If such a floor can be transported away and sold to the royal family...

Hamm gasped uncontrollably.

"Yes." Stan was a little smug, "I wasn't as calm as you when I first saw the tile floor."

Harm coughed lightly, and said pretendingly, "Such things are really rare, so I can't blame you."

A set of porcelain dishes alone can fetch sky-high prices, let alone paving the floor.

With such a floor, even the most ordinary and humble wooden house will instantly become luxurious and elegant.

When they were talking, the automatic sensor door of the supermarket had already opened.

When Stan came last time, because there weren't many customers, Ye Zhou had someone turn off the automatic sensor. This was the first time he saw the door open automatically.

Hamm looked at the door frame after a moment of surprise, and said to Stan, "What kind of mechanism is this?"

Stan shook his head: "The guy opened the door for me the last time I came here, maybe it's because you came this time, that's why I got this."

Harm was flattered by the obvious flattery, and he stroked his beard, finally showing a little smile on his face.

Stan heaved a sigh of relief. The reason why he chose Ham was also because Ham was the most powerful among the merchants. He could drink some soup when he ate meat, and he didn't have to worry about being robbed by others, so he couldn't even drink the soup.

"Mr. Stein." A woman in a blue dress came out of the supermarket.

She has glossy curly hair, fair skin, wears a pair of flat shoes, and has a graceful walking posture, which is completely different from the reserved movements of the noble ladies nowadays. She has the appearance of an aristocrat, but has the behavior of an ordinary commoner woman.

This time Ham didn't feel like he was being treated lightly.

After all, many nobles are more willing to use beautiful maids than men.

Feng Ling looked at Ham, and asked Stan with a smile, "Who is this?"

Stan: "This is Mr. Harm, and he's a great guy."

Well, Bistan is rich, Feng Ling understood, so the smile on her face became more sincere: "Still just look at porcelain and tea as before? Do you want to look at something else?"

As she spoke, she ushered the two of them in.

This time without waiting for Stan to speak, Hamm said, "Apart from porcelain and tea, what other things have not been bought by others?"

Feng Ling: "There are quite a few. The boss told me before that you can show you the perfume when you come this time."

There are already perfumes in the market now, but the fragrance is not long-lasting or fragrant enough, and there are only a few fragrances.

But perfume is just needed for nobles. They need perfume to cover up their body odor and increase their charm. Perfume is their second piece of clothing.

Especially in summer, when you go to a party, you will inevitably sweat. If you don't use perfume, you will be full of smelly men, enough to smoke people out, let alone the ladies.

Even poor quality perfume is a luxury that only nobles with high titles can buy.

After all, the process of extracting perfume from flower petals is complicated, the tools are not efficient enough, and the output is too little.

Hamm glanced at Stan after hearing the perfume, and Stan quickly said: "I know too few nobles, and there is no place to sell them if I buy them."

Ham nodded: "Then take us to have a look."

Along the way, Ham was attracted by many things, but he knew exactly what he came for. These things were right there, and he could look at them after he finished his business.

Of course, the perfumes bought in the supermarket are not good perfumes. Ye Zhou buys them at wholesale prices, and puts them in the same area as cheap cosmetics and skin care products. Usually, no one comes to this area. After all, there are no people in the previous planes. I care about whether my skin is good or not, and whether my body smells good or not.

Even when I came here, the previous customers were all farmers, and there were not many female customers who came in. Even if they came in, they bought necessities.

Ye Zhou never sold these things for a penny.

There are not many employees in the supermarket who use these. It seems that Ye Zhou only uses big treasures, and other people mostly use points for big treasures.

Feng Ling felt that this was an opportunity, so before introducing the perfume, she smiled and said to Stan and Ham: "In addition to perfume, there are also soap and skin care products here. Skin care products can keep the skin moisturized and anti-aging. , sunscreen can protect the skin from being burned by the sun, not getting tanned, even if it is exposed to the sun, it will not turn dark."

Feng Ling blew it with her eyes closed, and she didn't know whether Westerners in this era are more advocating tanning or whitening.

Hamm became interested, and Feng Ling immediately took out the trial kit. Hamm's hands are well maintained. After all, he doesn't need to do many things by himself, and he doesn't need to work in the sun. He rubbed the back of his hand, brought the back of his hand to the tip of his nose and sniffed.

Ladies now use sheep oil more, but even if it is soaked in spices, it doesn't taste as good as hand cream.

As for the moistness—Ham thinks it's about the same, but as long as the flavor is enough.

"Give me the same one thousand pieces of these." Hamm is rich and powerful, thinking that these are small money.

After he bought all the skin care products, Feng Ling was satisfied and took him to the cabinet full of perfumes.

The perfumes are all packaged in glass bottles of different shapes. Although they are all wholesale products, the packaging is no different from that of big brands. At least it looks very bluffing, at least Hamm was bluffed.

Feng Ling sprayed a little on his wrists and let him smell them one by one.

At first, Hamm was pleasantly surprised, and he tried it slowly with great interest, and discussed with Stan which smell was better.

But after smelling more than a dozen scents, Ham's nose could no longer smell anything.

But he still waved his hand and wrapped up all the existing perfumes in the supermarket.

Hamm never asked the price from the beginning to the end. There were so many boxes in the convoy he brought, and they were all filled with gold coins.

Stan grins his teeth enviously while smiling.

After selling these hoarded skin care products and perfumes, Feng Ling's attitude became better. She didn't look at Hamm as if she was looking at a person, but as if she was looking at a golden Buddha, which couldn't be the one with gold leaf on it It must be made of all gold.

"There are several types of tea." Feng Ling brought Hamm to the tea area, "Some of the less produced ones are more expensive, but that doesn't mean that the cheap ones are bad to drink, it's just that everyone has different tastes, and some people may like it cheap……"

Before she finished speaking, Ham interrupted her unceremoniously: "Of course cheap things are not as expensive as expensive ones, am I the one who can only buy cheap things?"

Hamm said blankly, "Cheaps are only bought by lowly people."

Feng Ling: "..."

I will endure.

After spending most of the day, Ham finally picked out what he wanted to buy.

As for some other products, we have to wait until the next day to continue to choose, and Hamm is not going to leave before he has not met the supermarket owner.

He spent a lot of money for the accommodation, and strongly demanded that there should be no goblins and dwarves around the house where he lived--the elves are fine. As for the people he brought, he can arrange the accommodation as he pleases, and he only leaves two servants to serve him.

Stan wasn't able to live with Hamm, he lived in another building.

After the two parted, Stan quietly went to see Ye Zhou—of course Hamm needed to please, but Ye Zhou was more important in comparison.

After all, he was a big client, so even though it was already dark, Ye Zhou could only brace himself to receive him.

Ye Zhou asked Cao'er to pour two cups of strong tea, and before Stan could sit down, he took a big sip by himself. After feeling refreshed, he looked at Stan.

There was no smile on Ye Zhou's face. This was not the first time he had met Stan. The two parties were barely familiar with each other, and the contract had already been signed, so there was no need to show enthusiasm for each other.

"The Mr. Hamm I brought today is a big man." Stan sat down opposite Ye Zhou with ease, and he also picked up the teacup - he was reluctant to drink his own tea, even if he made tea, he used the inside Broken, good tea leaves are sold for money.

Stan enjoyed sniffing the tea, then took a sip slowly, and closed his eyes with endless aftertaste.

"He's not short of money." Stan explained to Ye Zhou, "But he's short of status."

Stan said with a smile: "Businessmen like us only want money at first, and when we have money, we want backers. , the more you want something.”

Ye Zhou looked at Stan: "I can't give him a title."

Stan's body leaned forward slightly, and his slightly lowered head expressed his surrender at this time: "But you can give him something so that he may have a title."

Ye Zhou smiled: "Sugar? Tea? Porcelain?"

Stan shook his head: "What you can give him is more valuable than these things."

Now that Ye Zhou was interested, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Mr. Stan, just tell me the truth."

Stan sat back, and he whispered, "Lamp, a lamp that glows by itself."

Ye Zhou didn't immediately refuse. Although he couldn't sell lights connected to wires, he could sell lights that used batteries.

In this way Hamm had to buy batteries from him in addition to buying lights.

Only Ye Zhou can sell lamps and batteries, unlike tea porcelain, no matter what the quality is, at least the merchant ships at the port will send them over continuously, maybe less, but not none.

Cosmetics and fragrances also have substitutes here.

But if Ye Zhou sells the lamp, it will be a monopoly. Whether it is a light bulb or a battery, there is no substitute for both.

Candles cannot be compared with lamps, even if they are just desk lamps.

Stan: "The church will pay a lot of money to buy it. As long as the church nods, it is not difficult to give him a baron title."

"Compared to others, it's better to sell him, the boss, and he will bring you many benefits."

His words are too tempting. Ye Zhou is indeed short of money now, and what he lacks is a large amount of money.

Ye Zhou: "I will consider it."

Stan knew that his persuasion was successful, so he looked at Ye Zhou, waiting for Ye Zhou to say what he wanted to hear.

After doing business for so long, Ye Zhou is no longer the stunned young man he was at the beginning. A smile appeared on his face: "When Mr. Stan leaves, he will take fifty sets of tableware with him more than what we negotiated."

A dinner set includes four shallow plates, a soup bowl, four small bowls and four spoons.

Such a set of Ye Zhou was sold for a hundred gold coins.

Stan got what he wanted, he stood up and bowed to Ye Zhou, and backed out excitedly.

Fifty sets, which means he saved [-] gold coins, which is also a lot of money for Stan, and when he sells it, a set of tableware will cost [-] gold coins. will come down a bit.

Ye Zhou watched Stan go out. After Stan left, Ye Zhou collapsed on the sofa.

Originally, he wanted to sleep a long time ago, but after drinking a cup of strong tea and talking for so long, he is now in a state of wanting to sleep but can't count.

After lying on the sofa for more than ten minutes, Ye Zhou stood up and was about to go out for a walk.

During this period of time, there is a new atmosphere in the town every day, and it looks more like a real town than before.

It may be that there are more dwarves and goblins buying houses in the town, and many surrounding farmers have also put up money to buy houses in the town, but they will not move in. After all, it is not convenient to live in the town, and they still have land. take care of.

There was a large temperature difference between night and day, so Ye Zhou casually took a piece of sun protection clothing hanging on the shelf and put it on, holding a kerosene lamp exchanged from farmers in his hand, lit it up and left the supermarket.

Ye Zhou stepped on the stone road, and the cool wind blew by. Ye Zhou relaxed his body and took a deep breath in the wind.

Although it was dark, the elves were still moving. They held torches and moved the salutes piled up on the street to the house.

The stars are shining tonight, and tomorrow should be a fine cloudless day. When Ye Zhou walks on the street, he walks aimlessly. Occasionally, someone who knows him will stay where he is and bow to greet him. Ye Zhou just waved Wave and tell them not to pay attention to him.

Someone who didn't know Ye Zhou whispered to the bowing man, "Who is he?"

"How is it a human race?"

They are all hostile to the human race. In their eyes, the human race will only bully them and hurt them. Moreover, the human race is extremely proud in front of them and will not listen to them at all.

The person who was asked quickly said: "That gentleman is the owner of the supermarket! This town belongs to him!"

The person who asked couldn't believe it: "Then, why did he let us live in?"

"Yeah, there are very few people in the human race who are willing to sell us things."

Those who were asked were all those who were rescued by Ye Zhou after being imprisoned by vampires, and their responses were all unified: "Mr. Zhou is different! He is different from those human races!"

"Not only did he save us, but he gave us a house without charging us so we could have a place to work."

"If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't be able to buy anything at all, and you wouldn't be able to buy a house here."

These former "blood slaves" wished to lift Ye Zhou to the sky.

"Hopefully he can stay here forever."

The "blood slaves" were worried: "If Mr. Zhou leaves, we will definitely not be able to stay here any longer. Where can we go then?"

The new residents were intimidated.

They all looked at the man who was walking slowly on the road.

Ye Zhou also noticed the eyes of everyone, he turned slightly, and the dim light of the kerosene lamp illuminated his face.

The residents took a breath. The other party was too young and handsome, completely different from the merchant lord they imagined.

Ye Zhou smiled at the people looking at him.

The residents themselves didn't understand why, they stopped at the same spot like the "blood slave" before, and bowed to each other to say hello from a distance. They didn't feel humiliated, but felt it was natural.

Ye Zhou also waved at them.

He continued to walk forward.

He didn't actually want to develop this place into a real town.

But now, the town is slowly coming back to life.

It already has the look of a town.

Ye Zhou didn't know where its future was, but at least now, he gradually liked it a little bit.