Mythology Rebooted-Chapter 328 - 163 Night Raid

At noon on the 29th.

Wayne took Mona to a castle restaurant on the edge of the Grand Canyon to enjoy the local cuisine of Lucerne.

Really, Frankish cuisine did have its merits.

The signature dishes of Lucerne were also worth trying, especially the handmade salty cheese that tasted incredibly fresh and delicious, and the special plum wine stimulated the appetite and was an excellent choice to accompany the meal.

Wayne was very satisfied with the plum wine, he heard that having a glass before sleep could refresh the mind and aid in slumber, as well as beautifying and anti-aging, so he planned to get some for his friends when he returned.

Wayne had two purposes for this trip, one was to negotiate business through bidding, and the other was to meet the envoy of the Pope to clear up a misunderstanding.

The former was extremely difficult while the latter was a piece of cake.

In the end, not only did the misunderstanding deepen, but he also casually closed the business deal.

Wayne didn’t know how to assess the situation, he could only say that nothing is predictable, and reality is always harder to grasp than one imagines.

With the goals of this trip completed, what followed was to enjoy life – eating and drinking, waiting for the bidding conference to conclude, and then returning to Windsor Lundan.

Next door was Frank, with even better scenery and food, but Wayne heeded the Headless Knight’s advice and absolutely refused to set foot there, not even a single step.

Wayne felt life was quite comfortable, but Nicholas didn’t think so, ignoring the cuisine and talking about the afternoon’s first round of bidding while holding a stack of documents.

Nicholas was panicked, Prussia was militarily strong, Frank was wealthy, it was fifty-fifty; they hadn’t even started bidding, and they had already eliminated the other contenders, entering a two-choice scenario.

The Boswell Family, leveraging their resource advantage, successfully sided with Frank, and several strong allies together were no weaker than Prussia.

The Lando Family was in a dire situation, having been kicked out of the game by Owen, unable to even have a sip of the soup, now struggling alone and thus greatly dissatisfying their partner, Murphy Mining.

Nicholas couldn’t speak up for Murphy Mining, lacking status and experience, and hoped Wayne would intervene to appease them; after all, he was the new boss, and not to give him face was to disrespect the Lando Family.

"There’s nothing special to see, just go with normal quotes for three rounds."

Wayne lifted his glass and swirled it: "As I’ve said before, don’t make concessions when quoting, expensive doesn’t mean good, but cheap definitely means no good quality. Albert Steel Company will see our sincerity."

"But we have neither resources nor price, our sincerity isn’t looking strong..."

We have people!

Wayne smiled slightly: "Don’t worry, follow my instructions. I’m confident of making it through the first three rounds, and on the day of the final quote, there will be many who will actively seek to cooperate; we’ll have both resources and price then."

"Will it really be that easy?"

Nicholas really wanted to remind Wayne that with their strength, they wouldn’t last until the final quote, and acting wildly would only be seen as disturbing the market order.

Not only would they not make money, but their reputation would also suffer.

"Oh, when others come to us looking to cooperate, press down on their price. Make the contract favor us for the first two years, the benefits for the following years all go to them." Wayne reminded.

This business deal could only make money for the first two years, and afterward...

You can’t say it’s a loss, after all it’s war, who could have predicted!

"I understand."

Nicholas’s smile was bitter. He glanced at his boss, who had the air of a privileged young master, then looked at the ever more dispirited female secretary, and inwardly lamented.

Boss, just because you have consecutive victories in bed doesn’t mean you can dominate the business world, there’s a lot of depth here.

Take my advice, apologizing to the Boswell Family now would still be in time, otherwise, if we return to Lundan with nothing accomplished, the big boss might very likely choose a new successor.

Did you know the big boss also has a daughter?

Come on, your sister!

A son-in-law can become an heir when he marries in.

Nicholas, feeling bleak about his future, forced himself to head to the bidding conference venue.

He tried his best, but the new boss was truly beyond help – skipping the bidding conference, not meeting with partners, just spending each day working hard on top of the female secretary.

"Boss, won’t you tell him?"

Mona watched Nicholas’s desolate departure and picked up a napkin to cover her slightly upturned lips in a mischievous smile; it was a bit wicked, but it felt more real, and she liked it.

"No need, the more he knows, the more curious he’ll become. I’m the boss, I don’t have to explain everything to him."

With that, Wayne turned his gaze to Mona: "From now on, you don’t need to go to the Detective Agency to work. I’m in need of a secretary. Bring the documents that need signing directly to my study at home, Philark will tell you which one."

Mona’s heart leapt with joy, bobbing her head in agreement like a pecking chicken; she finally had a legitimate reason to enter Wayne Manor.

"Right, remember to come over when it’s time to eat, wear a bit more sensual makeup, and look at me with more longing eyes." Wayne gave Mona new tasks and promised to compensate her periodically with rewards.

Speaking of rewards, Mona’s spirits immediately lifted, reminding him: "Boss, you promised me at noon yesterday that if I performed well, after meeting the envoy, I would get my reward that very night, but I didn’t get it last night."

"How can you say that, wasn’t it I who left you hanging there?"

Mona widened her eyes; what kind of reward was that, if not outright punishment.

"Don’t like it?"

Hmm, if the reward is a kind of punishment, she doesn’t mind it then.

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At the bidding conference venue.

The impassive executive of Albert Steel Company collected each bidding contract individually, showing a smile to both the Prussian mining company and the Boswell Family’s mining company.

This was a signal.

Owen’s lips curved upward; he couldn’t resist raising his legs, high-fiving his several partners, and discussing where to go out for dinner tonight.