The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Since the auction with astonishing transaction volume, Mr. Feng used the money earned from the auction factory to invest in several small businesses.

Mr. Feng discovered that he would make money no matter what he invested in as long as he invested simply.

Once you have the idea of ​​managing it yourself, you will suffer huge losses.

Duke Feng didn't believe that his knowledge was inferior to those of the mercenary businessmen.

But the facts prove that there are some things that you have to accept.

According to the popular grammar in the north, people like Grand Duke Feng are born with a defective holy body.

He is not suitable to manage the business personally. The more he manages, the more trouble he will have.

In this case, Mr. Feng simply lay down and leave the funds to the advisory group.

Most of the knights under Grand Duke Feng also followed suit and soon became the new nobility of the North.

Having suddenly lost his goal to strive for, Mr. Feng has been feeling uncomfortable with his recent idleness.

It's impossible to spend the whole day in bed with his sweetheart, so Duke Feng decided to take a good walk around the land under his feet.

"What's new recently?"

Mr. Feng closed the latest issue of In the Mood for Love magazine. He remembered a type of underwear that could reduce friction in the crotch, and planned to secretly buy a set while taking a walk.

If this thing works well, he will quietly promote it to all mounted soldiers.

Is this business acumen?

"Sir, a beer hall on the edge of the city has become very popular recently. There are two local young ladies singing in it."

"I'm not interested in redneck village whores!"

"Sir, this is just to enjoy the singing, this is not the place to do that."

Duke Feng thought about it and decided that he might as well go and take a look. After all, Windmill Bay always gave him surprises.

Taking a soda cracker from the plate, Duke Feng put on a windbreaker and went out.

The streets of Windmill River Bend are paved with hard surfaces and are very clean, so your shoes and clothes will not get dirty.

Duke Feng only lived here for a few weeks, but he fell in love with the life here.

In the royal capital, Duke Feng always traveled on horseback, but here, Duke Feng preferred to walk.

Behind him followed two soldiers in ordinary uniforms. They were Archduke von's guards, who had never been used.

"The public security here is as reassuring as ever."

"Yes, sir. This city has a strict household registration system. Outsiders cannot even enter the outermost city gate."

The "irregular people" that the soldiers referred to were naturally beggars, thieves and petty robbers.

No matter which city they are in, these people are always a headache.

“People in the north always emphasize human rights and freedom, but this is the place where people are most strictly divided…”

When Mr. Feng said this, he was not being sarcastic, but rather had a mentality that he himself could not explain.

People in the north will give everyone the opportunity to work. As long as you are willing to move, you can find a job to make a living.

But you give up working and just wait for things to be ready.

Sorry, you have to go outside the city and compete with the wild beasts for food.

Recently, more militia groups have been organized in the North, focusing on maintaining law and order in the countryside.

Those human scourges who only wanted to gain something without working for it began to move towards the southern part of the kingdom.

They are going to cause trouble in the capital.

After Lord Feng knew about this situation, he felt very complicated.

"Is this the beer hall? It looks no different than any other place."

Duke Feng came out for a walk after dinner, and there were already guests in the beer hall at that time.

"Hey! Isn't this His Excellency the Grand Duke? Let me tell you, the beer in this store is really authentic!"

While Duke Feng was still watching, he saw a businessman greeting him enthusiastically.

Duke Feng recognized him and thought he was a businessman named Jacob, who was quite famous in the north.

Grand Duke von walked over to Jacob, grabbed a stool and sat down.

"Is this how you greet a great noble? Aren't you afraid that I'll get angry?"

"Well, if you are really angry, then I can't do anything about it. I will just avoid you from now on. But if I can chat with you and build some relationship with you, I will have more options in the future. I will naturally give it a try."

What Jacob said was very interesting. It was the first time that Archduke von understood how to approach himself from a businessman’s perspective.

"You have a point. People at a lower level should indeed try to get closer to people at a higher level."

Grand Duke Feng summarized it as usual, but he didn't expect that Jacob didn't agree with it.

"Sir, this method only applies to me personally and does not represent the general situation. You cannot generalize."

Jacob waved towards the bar, and immediately a waiter came over and briefly asked about the customer's needs.

A plate of fried fish and two draft beers are the most common combinations of food here.

"So, you have any other ideas?"

"Ahem~ I'm sorry for making a fool of myself."

Jacob never expected that he would actually get the chance to drink at the same table with Grand Duke Feng.

He adjusted his scarf excitedly, trying not to be rude.

"You saw it, Grand Duke. The waitress who served the dishes just now didn't even glance at us. Didn't she recognize us? Why didn't she try to build a relationship with the Grand Duke as enthusiastically as I did just now?"

Jacob posed a question and Archduke von took a bite of his fried fish.

The fish is delicious.

Northern food is unmissable.

"You go on."

"Because even if she has a good relationship with the Grand Duke, it is useless to her. She is just a waitress. After a day's work, she can get her salary, go home to have a good rest, and buy two pieces of clothes she likes on her days off. That's enough to make her happy. Why should she smile at you~"

"That makes sense~"

Mr. Feng enjoyed eating fish, listening to songs and drinking beer.

After leaving the beer hall, Grand Duke Feng said to his assistant.

"Tell the finance department to invest some money in Jacob... and take out another portion to invest in that tavern."

Watching his men gradually disappearing under the street lights.

Grand Duke Feng discovered that in the decades he spent in the capital, he had learned less than in a few weeks in the north.

How many people in this area have the same feelings as Mr. Feng...

After Grand Duke Feng left, the beer hall was still filled with buzzing discussions.

Recently, workers' wages have been reduced again because the businessmen who run the factories have discovered that their incentives for improving efficiency have gone as far as they can.

If you want to make money, you can only look in two directions.

Increase revenue and reduce expenditure.

Opening up sources of revenue requires sufficient sales channels for goods. When the factory's productivity is fully utilized, no matter how many orders are signed, there will be nothing that can be done if no products can be produced.

Since businessmen cannot find more benefits externally, they can only find solutions within the factory itself.

Increase working hours, reduce worker expenses, and cut benefits...

A series of adjustments and changes have squeezed the workers' manpower to the extreme.

"Those businessmen are crazy. They actually let people stand under dangerous machines and adjust the errors by hand. Only a fool would do that!"

"If my boss continues to ask me to give up my rest time, I will quit and go work at his rival's factory!"

The noise in the beer hall gradually drowned out Teresa's beautiful singing...