The entire Kingdom of Prussia is located in a relatively high terrain and floods rarely occur.

However, droughts occur from time to time throughout the kingdom, and there have been many major droughts in Orange's history, when people were living in dire straits.

However, in the past decade or so, there has been no drought in Orange, and the annual harvest has basically been average.

So there is a lot of food in the whole of Orange, and the price is not high.

This gave rise to a very prosperous profession, grain merchants. These grain merchants often had a noble background. They would buy up the surplus grain in Orange and sell it to places in the kingdom that were short of grain.

Grain merchants occasionally compete with each other, but are generally friendly and even form a cooperative organization in private.

It's called the Grain Merchants Alliance.

There is a membership system within the alliance.

Luther knew several members of the Food Alliance. What’s more, Luther also knew the chairman of the Food Chamber of Commerce, a man named Aardman.

Mr. Aardman's main area of ​​activity is in Golden City. He built a large villa on a low hill near the huge mountains in the north.

The villa is seven stories high and has more than three hundred rooms. There is also a swimming pool at the back of the house, and the water in the pool is manually transported up from the foot of the mountain.

There are also many senior knights, maids, butlers, chefs, etc. to serve Mr. Aardman.

It is definitely a treat for the top wealthy people.

When Luther came, Mr. Aardman lay down under the parasol to rest.

He was over seventy years old, with gray hair and beard, but he was very strong. He was shirtless and wore a pair of patterned shorts.

Luther was led here by a senior knight without any notification.

"Luther?" Mr. Aardman was a little surprised, put on his slippers and stood up from the chair.

"You're not here to buy wheat again, are you? Your Pompeii wine workshop doesn't consume that much grain." Mr. Aardman shook hands with Luther and asked Luther to sit down.

He was not one of the agents of Pompeii wine, because he was not in the Golden City at that time. But he was also impressed by Luther, because a heavyweight rich man led Luther to meet him.

Although he was very young and came from a rural area like Patton Territory, he was able to quickly break into the wealthy circle of the metropolis of Golden City.

This is not common.

So last time Pompeii wine wanted to expand production but had no grain reserves, Mr. Adelman coordinated some grain and supplied it to Luther.

The price is relatively low.

"No, there is enough food in the Pompeii Winery at the moment." Luther sat down and leaned back in his chair.

"You've come all the way from Pompeii to the Golden City. You didn't come all the way here just to visit me, did you?" Mr. Aardman shrugged and lit a cigar.

No matter what world it is, there are always smokers.

"I want to ask you for a favor." Luther said seriously.

Aardman showed interest. Now everyone knows that Luther, this young guy Pompey, has a bright future.

Of course, favors are very valuable.

"What is it?"

"In the near future, the food supply in Viscount Silver Wing's territory may be a little messy. Can you keep it in order?" Luther asked.

"Mr. Viscount, how have I offended you?" Aardman was slightly surprised.

"There was a little friction. You know that we young people are full of energy and tend to act impulsively. I couldn't stand this, so I wanted to stir up some trouble." Luther shrugged and said lightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Adelman." Luther stood up, bent down, and stretched out his right hand. Mr. Adelman also stood up and shook hands with Luther, and said in surprise: "Aren't you going to have lunch with me? The top-quality caviar from the Neymar River is not easy to get."

"I also need to rush to the Golden City to say hello to Mr. Al and ask him to say something good to the Earl. You know, it's not easy to deal with the real Viscount."

Luther shrugged and said.

"It seems that the Viscount is in bigger trouble than I thought." Mr. Aardman shrugged and personally sent Luther away.

Mr. Aardman watched Luther ride away and chuckled quietly.

"You dare to deal with a real viscount. The little guy's teeth are very sharp. It's better not to offend him easily in all aspects."

There are many big men in Orange, but some of them are harmless, while others cannot be offended.

If you want to survive in this circle, you have to make these distinctions clearly.

In Aardman's heart, Luther is obviously a guy who can be approached but not made an enemy.

Troublesome guy.

Mr. Aardman also expressed his condolences to the Viscount in his heart.

It's bad to offend anyone.

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After reaching an agreement with Aardman, Luther rushed to Golden City without stopping and arrived at the office of Chelsea Publicity Company before dark.

Luther was already familiar with Mr. Al, so he went straight to Mr. Al's office, but was hurriedly chased by an employee.

The employee was a beautiful lady, and she hesitantly said to Luther: "Mr. Luther, Mr. Al is doing something."

Bullshit, this kind of publicity company has no serious business at all.

After hearing this, Luther understood everything at once, and then he obediently came to sit on a chair in the hall. After a long time, Luther saw a young lady with a flushed face and smiling eyes coming out.

The walking posture is a bit unspeakable.

Luther was a little surprised because this lady was not Al's usual secretary.

"Have you got a new secretary?" Luther asked the female employee.

"It's been five days since I changed it." The employee said a little resentfully. Needless to say, this employee also wanted to climb Mr. Al's bed.

"There's nothing wrong with being a playboy." Luther felt a little envious and jealous.

Luther took a deep breath and walked towards Mr. Al's office.

Mr. Al was also a knight and he must have heard that Luther was coming.

"Hi, Luther." At this moment, Mr. Al was opening the window for ventilation. He turned around and smiled at Luther. His expression was very normal, comparable to a city wall.

"Would you like some coffee?" Mr. Al asked after opening the window.

"I don't want to talk to you about things here." Luther carefully observed the chairs here to see if there were any strange marks left, but every one of them looked suspicious. Luther simply said.

"All right."

Mr. Al shrugged and took Luther to his mansion in Golden City.

(End of this chapter)