After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

Ivan squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and buried his head in his knees.

In his ruby ​​eyes, one had 100,00 written in it, and the other had 0,000 written in it.

The numbers were grey because they were the amounts he had lost.

"That's also the raw material for extracting xylitol... If I had this idea earlier, I would have started my own business long ago..."

"Hey hey!" The system panicked.

(Silence again)

"Don't be discouraged, host," it was the system's turn to fly in the air to comfort Ivan.

"Hains' sugar cane sugar is still being produced, thanks to the kindness of the host's beet sugar - sugarcane bagasse... new sugarcane bagasse is still easy to get,"

"and..."

The system smiled slightly, "While these things are now discarded as waste, seize the opportunity to create miracles!"

After a while, Ivan finally switched from regret back to the "business model".

"That's right. I give you a thumbs up." Ivan sat back at his desk with the help of his chair.

"What's more, the most critical technical means are still in my hands."

They looked at the blackboard, and the word "technical means" on the blackboard was really eye-catching.

a few days later.

The system held the congratulatory letter from the royal family in its hand, and it rushed towards Ivan's office at the speed of a 100-meter sprint:

"Host, the royal family has replied—"

"Hey! What kind of high-tech is this..."

Click, click, click...

Ivan sat at the table, holding the account book with "Ivan's" written on it in his left hand, and moving the pen on the table with his right hand...

abacus?!

The system opens its mouth so wide that an egg can fit in it.

"Wait for the system for a moment...don't interrupt!"

Ivan's eyes were filled with a dizzy expression.

"Oh my god, there's an extra digit in the account book at this point, and the numbers behind it are all wrong - I'll go and scold Viscount Dulwich (one of the Imperth retainers, responsible for bank operations) after I calculate the correct income and expenditure..."

Then there was a continuous "clicking" sound.

Ivan's inner thoughts:

"I'm grateful for the experience of being sent to abacus classes when I was young. Otherwise, I would have missed a whole day writing down so much data in vertical form on paper!"

The system flew aside, completely confused by Ivan's tricks. It muttered in a voice that only it could hear:

"In the past, the host could get the result by just scribbling some numbers on paper... didn't he? Why did he bring this thing now?"

The system's eyes were filled with admiration for Ivan - "My host is really versatile, he's amazing!"

call...

When the sound of the abacus stopped, the system gently landed in front of the desk and watched Ivan, whose head was fuzzy, write the correct number in the income column:

Total income: 1234,478,522 (gold coins)

(Excluding costs, labor, operating expenses, and commissions) Personal net gain: (gold coins)

Ivan looked at the numbers in the account book, closed his pen, and muttered:

"That's what I told you. I wrote an extra '0'... It's a little less, but it's enough for two years of living expenses."

The system leaned over the account book, resting its chin on its hands, and smiled with satisfaction:

"Hehe~

“At least 80 percent of the world’s wealth is concentrated in the hands of the nobles, but with the reduction of raw material costs, ordinary people will also be able to accept sweet chewing gum.

"Host, don't you know...People outside have praised you to the skies."

Ivan glanced at the system nonchalantly. He straightened up, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip of water:

"Scarcity makes things valuable. Besides, compared to my use of Sheen's vest, this income is already a 'small business' - uh, you rushed in screaming at that time, what happened?"

The system suddenly got up and took out a letter from the prop box:

"Host, take a look. What did the royal family say?"

When Ivan heard the system say "a letter written by the royal family", he was quite happy at first.

But when the system presented the letter to him, Ivan was silent.

It was mentioned long ago that the two princes had their own royal seals. The emperor would use a seal with the royal logo when writing letters.

But this letter was an envelope used by the royal family, and the wax seal used was that of the Haines family!

An ominous premonition came over Ivan.

Of course, seeing the smile on the system's face, it can be seen that the system is really happy for itself.

Ivan was too embarrassed to tell this shocking news directly, so he took the letter with both hands, picked up the letter opener in the pen holder, opened the letter and held it to read.

Looking at the handwriting, it is the handwriting of the Duke (Haines):

"To Prince Ivan Ester:

I am very sorry to tell you that after the Haines family completed their sugar business two years ago, they acquired the rubber manufacturing company from the royal family.

Although now, the rubber industry is still run by the royal family...

"But in fact, this industry has become one of Haines' businesses."

This also explains why the letter was written with Haines' wax seal, which was used exclusively for royal letters.

Ivan said that he was not upset at all - the scumbag duke was a show-off, and his character was intact. It would be abnormal if he didn't show off!

He supported his chin with his left hand and tilted his head to read what was coming next.

“…Let me formally introduce myself once again. I am Duke Atole Haines, and now I am an important partner in your sugar substitute industry. I am very happy to reach a business cooperation with Prince Ester.

It is because of your improvement in chewing gum technology that Haynes can make a lot of money in this business. You can profit from it and also benefit from the big platform that Haynes provides you. "

In fact, the implication of these words is very obvious -

"As a commoner, you can't make your business strong and big without the support of the nobles. In the end, wasn't your success due to Haines?!"

Ivan complained inwardly:

Tsk, the tone of boasting is filled between the lines.

The content of the letter is not yet finished:

"I remember that next week, our business cooperation will go to the royal family to pay taxes, right? If you forgot, then I will remind you...

"I hope we can have a good time at our gathering next week."

After reading the letter, Ivan threw it on the table:

"Tsk... You almost wrote your boasting down on paper - you really think you can control me, don't you?"

The system was surprised to see Ivan looking calm.

Then, the system flew to the letter and read the contents carefully.

He was silent.

(Impulsive impulse)

"Ah! My father, the physiologist, you really are a greedy boss who looks down on your employees, right? If I were the host, I would turn hostile and quit!"

(Anyway, only the right to use is sold, the intellectual property rights are still in Ivan’s hands)

While the system was cursing these words, it wanted to throw the letter into the fire - don't let these words pollute the mood of my host!

Ivan grabbed the system's body and shouted:

"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!"