"It turns out to be the next generation of Mr. Pompeii Knight. The Pompeii family's hot spring resort project really amazes me."

Alpha, Mr. Taylor's attitude immediately changed, and he even extended his hand to shake hands with Luther.

Not because of bloodline or wealth, but because of Luther's mind.

Although the bloodline of the Pompeii family is ancient, and comes from the Count of Pompeii, which is still being passed down to this day, but since it has been separated, Pompeii is now a knight family.

There is no mention of bloodline.

Not to mention wealth, Alpha and Taylor in front of him are worth tens of millions and are the richest people in Orange, and Pompey.

Hehe, it is currently difficult for Pompeii to come up with 100,000 gold coins.

What made Alpha Taylor take a new look at Luther was the hot spring resort plan, which was a brand new plan.

Provide high-quality services, high-quality enjoyment and social occasions for top wealthy people.

Before this, there was no such resort model business in the whole of Prussia, no, there was no similar business in the whole world.

The Luther in front of us, Pompey, the next generation of Pompey Knights, is a young man with a promising future.

Alpha, Taylor likes dealing with talented young people very much. He has dealt with people like Bowser, Brown, Lelouch, Bonaparte and others.

"The hot spring resort is just an idea of ​​Xinyi. I am really humbled by your praise." Luther shook hands with Mr. Alpha Taylor and said modestly.

"Xinyi's ideas are often the beginning of a big business. No matter how strong a person's capital is or how powerful his military force is, he cannot make money without a good business. Xinyi's ideas are more important than financial and military power."

Mr. AlphaTaylor said, shaking his head.

At this time, many guests at the ball wanted to come up and meet Luther and Pompey, but Mr. Alpha Taylor was obviously very interested in chatting with Luther.

So he handed the hosting of the dance party to someone else, and brought Luther and Mr. Al to the small living room on the second floor.

This small living room was decorated very exquisitely. Mr. Alpha Taylor took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet next to it and filled a glass for Mr. Luther himself.

Then he sat down and took a sip, looking intoxicated.

"Although Libya also produces top-quality wine, compared to the top-quality wine from the capital, it seems to lack some kind of depth and is not as delicious as the wine from the capital."

Mr. Alpha Taylor said.

"Mr. Alpha is also a wine taster." Mr. Al said to Luther, then he also took a sip of wine, revealing an intoxicated look.

Luther drank it, too, but he couldn't taste anything.

But Luther's heart was also moved.

Since the other party is a wine taster.

Luther put down his glass and said to Mr. Alpha Taylor very seriously: "I am not afraid to tell you that I came to the cocktail party through Mr. Al this time because I want to meet more wealthy people like you who have excellent vision and cooperate with me to sell a kind of wine, which I call Pompeii wine."

"Pompeii wine? New wine?" Mr. Alphatail showed great interest.

Luther was prepared for this. He took out a small wine bottle from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Alpha Taylor. Mr. Alpha Taylor frowned and took a look, with a bad feeling. But he still picked up the new wine glass next to him, poured himself a little, and drank it.

And then nothing happened. Mr. Alpha Taylor put the small bottle of wine aside, probably never wanting to drink this kind of wine again.

Luther's face twitched. For the top rich people, only red wine can satisfy their appetite. But Luther would not give up easily.

Luther tried to explain his new sales model in clear and concise terms.

Alpha, Taylor's eyes lit up and he was very interested in this new sales model, which was definitely a subversive sales model.

Mr. Alpha Taylor couldn't help but sigh that young people still have good brains. But he really didn't think highly of Pompeii wine. He shook his head and said, "Luther, I can guarantee that your wine won't sell."

According to Luther's explanation.

The factory price of a barrel of Pompeii wine is five silver coins, and the retail price is more than one gold coin. It looks good, and I can make half of it.

But there are shipping costs because it is a long journey from Pompeii to the Golden City.

Store opening costs.

The rent for shops in Golden City is not low.

Hiring labor costs.

After all this messy consumption, it would be good to earn two silver coins from a barrel of wine. And how many people would drink this kind of wine?

Can he sell 10,000 barrels a month? Alpha Taylor expressed doubts, and the profit from selling 10,000 barrels was only 2,000 gold coins. And he was a multi-millionaire.

If two thousand gold coins fell on the ground, he wouldn't even look at them.

Although Mr. Alpha Taylor showed little interest, Luther still tried to persuade him. He said, "Although I know that the taste of Pompeii wine is difficult for nobles to accept. But it is different for mercenaries. Mercenaries will like Pompeii wine very much. The Earldom of Libya is a large territory. If you become an agent, you will make a lot of money."

But no matter what Luther said, Mr. Alpha Taylor just shook his head, looking pessimistic about this business.

This is normal. After Alpha Taylor drank Pompeii wine, he would never touch it again. With such a bad first impression, of course he was not interested in business.

All in all, he thought there would be no market for Pompeii wine in the Golden City.

However, although the business failed, Alpha Taylor was still very polite to Luther and happily talked to Luther about other things.

Luther had no choice but to follow Mr. Alpha Taylor and change the subject.

Finally, the conversation ended, and Luther was introduced to the visiting guests by Mr. Alpha Taylor. Luther cheered up and planned to find an agent from among the guests.

But unfortunately.

The guests were very interested in Luther and Pompeii. Some female guests even pestered Luther and kept asking about the hot springs.

But everyone shook their heads at the plan for Pompeii wine.

It's so unpalatable.

All in all, Luther gained nothing from this social dance and it was all in vain.

The rich don't think highly of liquor at all.

Not even interested in trying.

hateful.

(End of this chapter)