Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 2049 - 949: Fortune Beyond Imagination—Can You Handle It? (Part 2)
Even just a third is an immense wealth.
If I don’t take it, countless people would fight over it.
"Since you’re not losing out, I’ll take it as your acceptance." Gaven’s casual demeanor was as if he had made a trivial decision, "You may state the second condition."
"This... that..." Lord Palado hesitated for a long time before finally smiling wryly, "In every aspect, the General stands above all, even in our cooperation to build the factory.
My little wit is nothing in front of the General."
The rest of his conditions were all prepared around control of the shipyard and preferential policies.
But Gaven’s proposal of a joint venture for the factory made all those concerns vanish.
Duis felt empathetic, "Our level of thinking isn’t on the same plane as the Commander’s, so it’s normal for this to happen. I hope we have a pleasant cooperation in the future."
In the face of absolute interests, past grudges and conflicts are nothing.
Lord Palado assuredly patted his chest, "I will select the best shipbuilding craftsmen as soon as possible and send as many as possible to the City of Usmer."
He deeply regretted now.
If he had known earlier that what Gaven was discussing was so high-end, he would have done anything to have the maids sent away.
Now everything’s settled.
Within hours, the large businessmen of Tavelan City will all know about this.
It’s likely that whether they are related to shipbuilding or not, they’d want to get involved.
Even without thinking too deeply, it’s clear this was intentional by the young Commander.
Because the more people interested in this matter, the more advantageous it is to him.
Having competition allows for better price suppression, which is a common knowledge among all businessmen.
"Then let me raise my tea as a toast, wishing us a successful cooperation." Gaven raised his teacup.
The Cloud Mist Tea was already waning, like most times in life, it’s the blandness of life.
Whoever bestowed meaning to this tea was definitely a philosophical master.
This enriched the tea’s flavor significantly.
"To a successful cooperation," Palado and Duis said in unison.
"Now can you tell me why you sought me earlier?" Having settled the purpose of his trip, Gaven finally asked Palado’s question.
"Well..." Lord Palado’s eyes swept over the maids, evidently as a somewhat confidential matter, unwilling to speak in front of potential spies.
Gaven did not insist; instead, he turned to Susu, the tea maid, saying, "Tea has seven layers, corresponding to seven realms of life, bitter turning to sweet, returning to blandness, good tea with good mood.
Today as I taste your tea, I grant you a favor.
If you have any requests, speak up."
"Master is kind, serving master is Susu’s honor, Susu seeks nothing else." The tea maid replied demurely.
"Really nothing?" Gaven clearly sensed some hesitation.
"Since the General has spoken, be bold to say it, believe there’s little in this world that could stump the General." Lord Palado chimed in.
The tea maid hesitated for a few seconds before cautiously speaking, "If possible, Hong Xiu and I wish to go to Klonte, we would still be master’s maids, serving you lifelong, we simply wish to be among our kind."
Hong Xiu was the chef maid of the estate, another Soaring Dragon Maid.
"Unsure if the City Lord is willing to let them go?" Gaven did not answer directly but asked in a joking tone.
After all, these maids were provided by Tavelan City, costing him nothing.
Lord Palado promptly stated, "They are the General’s maids, you have absolute autonomy, as long as you agree, I’ll have them sent to Klonte."
Compared to their discussions, the matter of the two Soaring Dragon Maids’ stay was just a minor issue.
They never counted on these maids to obtain any secret intelligence from Gaven.
Many intelligence pieces were even intentionally released by Gaven through them, like this joint shipyard project.
"Alright then, it’s settled, you two pack up and report to Klonte; given a chance, I’ll taste your tea and culinary skills there again."
Gaven completely acted on whim without any clear objective.
If anything, it’s that he genuinely liked their tea artistry, wanting more chances to savor it.
And his visits to Tavelan City were rare; relatively, he stayed longer in Klonte.
"Thank you, Master." The tea maid curtly bowed, her speech slightly choked.
To Gaven, this was a trivial matter.
To her, it was an undeniable life event.
Someone appearing thousands of kilometers away from their homeland surely possesses a complex life story, often quite tragic.
Returning to one’s homeland is a luxury in this life, being closer to familiar people is an unspoken solace.
"You all may leave," Gaven gestured, dismissing all the maids.
The tea maid’s footsteps were noticeably lighter and more joyful as she left.
Once everyone left, Gaven inquired again, "City Lord, can you speak now?"
"It’s not a big deal, just that my people discovered three Cloud Mantas." Palado mentioned casually, but couldn’t hide his delight.
Armed Ray Fish, they’re strategic weapons men would envy.
