Imperial Crown

Swish.

The heavy dress fell to the ground, and then was picked up by a lotus foot wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, handed in the hand, and hung on the coat rack by the wall.

Denise sat on the bed, her fingers resting on her waist. As her waist rose and fell gently, the flesh-colored stockings were taken off little by little, just like an egg peeled off, exposing the elastic white tender flesh to the humid summer air.

Her feet were slender and stylish, with clear lines and distinct bones, and the arc of the arch was perfect. Although no one appreciated it, her ten jade-like crystal toes were dotted with the purple of Impatiens.

Denise stood up with her toes pointed, her hands moved behind her back, and after a rustling sound, accompanied by a relaxed and long low hum, a corset was thrown into the cabinet.

Although the floor-standing bronze mirror was expensive, it was not clear in the dim light at night. Denise walked to the mirror, her fingertips brushed across her sexy body in the mirror, and a bored gasp leaked from her lips and teeth.

She took another step forward, her hot body pressed against the cold bronze mirror, but it could not suppress the heat in her heart at all.

She was a mature and plump woman, but she had not touched a man for more than ten years.

Man...

Her fingers touched her lips in the mirror, and inexplicably, Raven's face suddenly appeared in her mind, and her lust was gone.

She took out a gauze nightgown from the closet and put it on her body, and Denise sat in front of the dressing table.

With a click, the enamel hairpin was taken off and placed on the table. Her black hair fell on her shoulders like a dark cloud. She crossed her legs, leaned close to the bronze mirror, and gently tapped the corners of her eyes with her fingers: "Damn guy."

She was furious when she mentioned that gangster.

He actually used his own son to stage a show and gather people's hearts, without caring about her aunt's feelings at all!

When she thought of the wound on her son's head, her heart was almost bleeding, and her chest was heaving violently.

But a gangster is a gangster after all. If he wants to get financial support, he must come to her.

Now Denise has a relatively clear understanding of Raven - shameless, mean, mean, greedy, especially for power and titles. He has an almost morbid desire.

Also, it is not surprising that a rat in the gutter yearns to become a glamorous noble.

So Denise judged that in order to be able to break into the circle of nobles, Raven would definitely come to her for help.

Dong Dong Dong.

The clear and rhythmic knock on the door made Denise feel proud of her judgment and a little irritated at the same time.

Although Raven was born in a humble family, his etiquette was impeccable. In the entire Eagle Castle, apart from old Gordon, he was the only one who would be so polite when knocking on the door, and old Gordon would never visit him at this time.

But how dare he come? Did he think that as long as he said a few nice words to me and gave in, I would give him money?

Denise admitted that she was at a disadvantage in the last confrontation, but this time she was fully prepared.

I must let Raven know that the world does not run according to his wishes!

Putting on a dark coat, Denise asked, "Who?"

"It's me, aunt." As Denise expected, Raven's voice sounded.

Denise lowered her voice and said, "It's late, you shouldn't be here."

"This is my castle." Raven said, "Besides, you don't want Weston to know, right?"

When she mentioned her son, Denise frowned slightly.

Weston was spoiled by her. If he saw her talking to Raven, she didn't know what would happen.

With a creak, the door opened. Denise walked back to the dressing table and sat down, saying coldly: "What do you want?"

There are no slippers in this world, and the floor of this room is covered with soft felt carpets. Although she was wearing a dark purple coat, her legs and feet were exposed.

Looking at the ten points of attractive purple, Raven said in amazement: "Aunt, did you prepare this specially for me?"

Denise rolled her eyes and changed her posture, leaning forward slightly, hiding her feet, but showing her most proud curves.

She also realized this and put her hand over her chest: "Raven, are you just sitting there doing nothing?"

Raven retracted his gaze: "Of course not, but being able to be in the same room with a beautiful lady like you, I have to put everything aside."

"Compliments are meaningless." Denise crossed her arms over her chest: "You know what I want to hear. If you are not here for that matter, please go back."

Raven raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I was also surprised by the matter of Visdon, but it was the best way to deal with it at the time."

"I know this makes you sad, aunt, so I came here specially to give you some substantial Compensation."

"Compensation?" Denise sneered: "Raven, what are you going to use to compensate me? I know the finances of Eagle Territory much better than you do. Are you going to rent me the remaining Eagle Town?"

Raven did not answer, but stretched out his hand hidden behind his back, and a bottle of red wine appeared in his hand: "Let's drink and talk?"

Denise raised her eyebrows and said like a treasure: "In 1176 of the Guangming calendar, the 'Amethyst' wine produced by Pangge Winery was the first wine to use a glass bottle. It was a big gimmick and was sold at a high price of 70 silver coins per bottle. However, the taste and quality were very average, and now the price has dropped to 40 silver coins. "

"The bottle in your hand has obviously been opened, and the color of the wine inside is lighter than the amethyst."

She looked at Raven with a hint of disdain and anger in her eyes: "Baron Raven, you came to me with this kind of wine. Are you trying to use the same methods you often use in Mon'en City on me?"

"Aunt Denise, you have a keen eye." Raven said with a smile: "This is indeed not the original amethyst, but you underestimated me."

"I, Raven, will never use crooked methods to sleep with a woman."

Denise was about to retort, but couldn't say it out loud.

Because Raven is really handsome.

The thick black short hair makes him look energetic and capable, and the dark eyes with three-dimensional facial features almost suck people's eyes into his eyes.

Especially at this moment, Raven is wearing light brown leather armor and a blue-gray cloak on his shoulders. The whole person exudes a neat and tough temperament.

With such a handsome face and his usual glib tongue, he will definitely not lack women.

No wonder he has the nickname "Little Bee".

"Have a drink, Aunt Denise." Raven had an ambiguous smile on his face: "Otherwise, the night in Eagle Castle will be too boring."

Without waiting for Denise to refuse, Raven picked up a silver cup, opened the bottle and poured some wine into it, drank it all by himself, then took out another silver cup, gently poured half a cup, and pushed it in front of Denise: "If you still have nothing to say after drinking it, I will leave immediately."

Denise's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm: "Okay, if this is your purpose. But I want to remind you that this level of attitude is not enough to erase the harm you have done to me and Weisdong, and I still won't give you a penny."

Raven did not comment, but just gently made a gesture of invitation.

Denise raised the wine glass elegantly and took a sip gently. The moment the wine touched her tongue, her eyes suddenly lit up.

As a businessman, she often attends various events and naturally tastes various red wines, but no wine has ever given her this kind of enjoyment.

It has no common sour taste of wine, and the taste is soft and smooth, just like milk; it tastes sweet like honey, but not as greasy as honey, and the sourness and unique flavor make it very wonderful.

Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, she still drank every drop of the wine in the glass, and her cheeks immediately became red: "Where does this wine come from?"

"I brewed it myself." Raven said with a smile.

"You?" Denise looked at Raven in disbelief: "Impossible, you have only been at Eagle Castle for half a month."

Raven smiled and said: "To be precise, it is a trivial processing on the existing red wine."

Denise's face suddenly understood, which made more sense. She immediately asked: "What is the cost?"

"Oh, this is a trade secret." Raven smiled and said: "But there is one thing I can tell my aunt, it is made with [Flowing Amber] from Magnus Winery."

Denise was stunned, walked to the corner of the room, opened a cabinet, and took out one of the wine jars: "Is it this kind?"

Five silver coins and seventy copper coins per jar, and one jar contains about one kilogram of red wine.

Raven nodded and said: "Of course."

Denise opened the jar, poured it into the cup and took a sip, and her brows frowned tightly.

In her opinion, Flowing Amber is not a high-end red wine, but it is completely sufficient to be used as a daily meal.

But everything is afraid of comparison. After drinking the wine improved by Raven, this flowing amber is as hard to swallow as swill.

Does Raven really have this ability?

Denise still didn't dare to believe it: "How can I be sure that you are not lying to me?"

"It's very simple." Since Raven dared to come, he must have been prepared.

He reached out and pulled the wine jar, took out a sealed test tube from his arms, poured the liquid in it, and then gently shook the wine jar.

A few minutes later, he pushed the wine jar back to Denise: "Please."

Denise was half-believing and half-doubting, and poured herself a new glass of wine, carefully picked it up and dipped some with the tip of her tongue.

Yes, this is the taste of the wine brought by Raven!

As a qualified businessman, Denise almost instinctively began to calculate the cost and profit.

A jar of [Flowing Amber] is sold for five silver coins plus seventy copper coins, weighing one kilogram; if purchased in large quantities, the price should be able to be reduced to five silver coins.

The improved red wine is of higher quality than most similar products on the market. Only a few top products have their own unique flavors, but this improved red wine is enough to be among the highest-end ones.

Changed to high-end glass bottle packaging, the cost price of a bottle is 15 silver coins. A jar of flowing amber can be filled with two bottles of new wine, and a bottle of wine is 17 silver coins plus 50 copper coins.

As for high-end red wine, the best one in the world now is [Red Maple Dew] produced by the Insa Empire, which sells for 8 gold coins and 60 silver coins per bottle.

As a new product, it is impossible to benchmark such luxury goods, but the price cannot be set too low. The standard price can be set at 1 gold coin and 50 silver coins.

In this way, the market of Mon'en City alone should be able to sell more than 1,000 bottles every year, that is, sales of 1,500 gold coins.

Excluding transportation, storage and labor costs, there can be about 1,300 gold coins in revenue per year.

I just don't know the cost of the wonderful liquid in Raven's hand. One liquid can improve two jars of flowing amber. Calculating a thousand bottles, five hundred are needed.

Even if each one costs up to two gold coins, she can still make a 20% profit margin!

"One thousand gold coins." Denise raised her head and looked at Raven with burning eyes, as if she wanted to eat him alive. She even forgot to cover up her graceful body: "I am willing to pay a thousand gold coins to buy it. The recipe for this amazing liquid!”

Raven immediately appreciated the wonderful scenery after the clouds and fog cleared. Under the stimulation of alcohol, her skin was rosy and sexy in the right way.

Appreciation is appreciation, but reason still prevails: "Sorry, Aunt Denise, I can sell eggs, but I will never sell hens to you as well."

Denise also noticed her gaffe. She covered her body and said slowly: "Raven, you have to know that business is not that simple. No matter how good your product is, you don't have sales channels or enough manpower. There’s no way to make big money.”

"If you feel that one thousand gold coins is not enough, then I can make a concession and give you a share of ten silver coins for every bottle sold."

"Or exclusive sales rights." Denise proposed another plan: "I can give you a gold coin for each bottle of your magical liquid!"

A gold coin!

Raven was shocked by the price.

The purchase price of a pig of about 80 kilograms is about twenty silver coins, and the fat on this pig can extract at least one kilogram of impure glycerin.

And if this kind of glycerol is stored in this kind of test tube, it can hold at least a hundred bottles!

One hundred gold coins!

Compared with twenty silver coins, that is fifty times the profit!

But what Raven wants is not quick money, but a long-term industry.

Although glycerin has not yet been discovered in this world, there is already a soap industry.

At present, Raven is still unable to completely eliminate the pig smell in glycerin. If it is sold directly, with Denise's shrewdness, it may take less than a few years to crack the secret.

Raven shook his head: "Exclusive sales rights are okay, but it's not the liquid, but the new wine itself."

"Just use this bottle." Raven knocked on the glass bottle: "You are responsible for the procurement of raw materials, labor, and storage costs, and the pricing power is given to you, but I want 70% of the profit as dividends."

"Seventy percent?" Denise frowned tightly and said loudly: "This condition is too much. You must know that I not only have to bear a series of costs, but also am responsible for opening up sales..."

"Oh, oh, don't get excited, Aunt Denise." Raven waved his fingers and said, "You should know that Federo's main business is bulk grain trade, not red wine distribution."

"I came to you because you are my aunt. If you don't agree to this condition, then I can find someone else to cooperate."

Looking at Raven's nonchalant face, Denise's breath was suffocated. She rubbed her plump lower lip with her teeth, with a trace of resentment and anger in her eyes.

So hateful.

Looking at Raven, it looked like he was already convinced!

What made her even more uncomfortable was that she couldn't argue with this.

She had never heard of this technology for improving red wine, and Raven had hidden the magical liquid very well, leaving no trace at all.

She thought again that Raven had been stuck in the kitchen a few days ago, and there was a trace of surprise in her eyes.

Is this what he is after?

Then can I...

"Uncle, I advise you to give up those unrealistic thoughts." Raven said: "Poirot does know the formula of this liquid, but I also bet that you will never be able to pry his mouth open."

Denise's mind suddenly went dark.

Poirot is a subject of Raven's territory. His wealth, life, and family are all tightly controlled by Raven. Unless he can overthrow Raven, there is really no way to obtain this formula.

Raven leaned forward and stared directly into Denise's eyes, so close that he could feel her breathing: "It's almost time, haven't you thought about it clearly?"

The strong manly smell hit her face, and under the catalysis of alcohol, Denise's heart began to beat loudly.

With her temper, she should just stare back, but damn, Raven's face is so handsome!

Why does such a beautiful face grow on the head of a gangster! ?

"Sixty percent." Denise leaned back on the chair: "As a member of the Griffith family, cooperation with me can ensure the safety of your secret recipe to the greatest extent, and as a member of the Griffith family, Businessman, I am more suitable for business than you."

"Sixty-five." Raven stared into Denise's eyes and stretched one hand towards her collar: "Of course, if you are willing to make a slight concession..."

"Sixty-five percent, deal done!" Denise stood up and let Raven's fingers fall empty: "But I require that all future marketing activities for this new wine be planned by me."

Raven rubbed his nose regretfully and sniffed the fragrance wrapped around his fingers: "I can leave it to you later, but for the first time marketing, you must use my plan."

Denise asked, "What are you going to do?"

Raven smiled and put his index finger to his lips: "Secret."

Denise was so angry that she laughed. She said proudly, "Raven, you may be a little clever, but I am a professional in selling things at a good price!"

"No, from the example just now, it is obvious that I am more professional." Raven said, and stood up and walked out the door: "Within ten days, I want to see a deposit of 300 gold coins and the first batch of raw materials appear in the warehouse. Otherwise, I don't mind finding another generous partner."

The door slammed shut, and Denise slapped the table angrily.

This confrontation failed again!

Raven undoubtedly achieved his goal and alleviated the economic crisis of the territory; and the bait he threw out made it impossible for her, as a businessman, to refuse.

"Raven, you wait." Denise bit her bright red lips: "Wait until your marketing fails, and you will come to me for help!"

But at the same time, she couldn't help but start thinking.

What method would Raven use to open up the sales of this new wine?

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Denise." Raven suddenly opened the door and poked his head in, blinking: "I want to remind you to wear underwear next time. I hope it's lace."

After that, he closed the door again.

Denise was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, and saw the conspicuous buttons on the thin pajamas. Her face turned red and she gritted her teeth and shouted:

"Raven!!"

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