Episode 144: Is this really a good opportunity? (2)
The nobles stopped fighting among themselves and grumbled.
“No, what the hell is going on!”
“Tsk, let’s go back for today and come back again next time.”
“Hey, he’s a northern country bumpkin, so he has no manners. No manners. If only it weren’t for the Marquis of Branford.”
The people who had been wielding knives in front of other people’s stores were talking solemnly about manners as if nothing had happened.
As time passed, most of the people who had gathered left. They had no choice but to close the door without even talking to me.
As it became quiet outside, Giselle asked Claude casually.
“Are they all gone?”
“For now, it’s almost all back. But what are you going to do now? If you open it again, it’s going to cause trouble again.”
“We have to make sure there isn’t any chaos.”
“So what?”
“I need to find an agent. Since it’s come to this, I might as well sell it quickly and go.”
I couldn’t stay tied to the capital forever.
Jiselle made up her mind and walked briskly.
Claude asked, running after her hurriedly.
“You said it was a waste to leave it to someone else. It’s a mess at first, but won’t it stabilize after a few days?”
“When will it be? Unless we establish branches and supply them to every territory in the kingdom, people will continue to flock here. Even the famous merchants from each region have already come to visit.”
“… … It will be difficult to return to the territory right away.”
“Yeah, we can’t move until the stock runs out.”
Jiselle predicted the quantity based on the popularity she had seen in her past life.
At first, we planned to use a luxury strategy and sell only to a few wealthy nobles, and then slowly expand our sales channels.
The plan was to secure a stable source of income by moderately adjusting demand, but word of Rosalind’s treatment spread faster than expected.
But just because business is good, you can’t afford to miss out on more important things.
It’s a shame to have to share even a little of the profits, but in this situation, it’s better to send a proxy.
Claude also roughly understood Giselle’s feelings and shouted with a solemn resolve.
“I’d rather stay and try to do something about it! Your Majesty, just go back to your territory!”
“If you’re left alone, you’ll just loaf around. Do you want to die?”
“I’m sorry… … .”
Claude’s secretly revealed ambition was blocked by Giselle’s iron wall.
“Then who are you going to leave it to?”
“Well… … .”
The agent must be powerful enough to control even nobles, and must also be good at his job.
There weren’t many choices.
‘The Countess of Aylesbury is not bad, but since we are already involved as guardians, it would be better to leave it to the Branfords.’
Jiselle went to the Marquis of Branford’s mansion.
Seeing him come suddenly, the Marquis of Branford pressed his temples, suppressing a headache.
‘I’m not coming to a friend’s house to play… … .’
He asked with his usual expressionless face, hiding his true feelings.
“What’s going on?”
“I came to tell you good news.”
It was a line often uttered by con artists.
The Marquis of Branford narrowed his eyes and looked Giselle up and down. Giselle faced the Marquis with confidence, as if she had no hesitation at all.
“… … Tell me.”
“You probably know that cosmetics are becoming more and more popular these days.”
“so?”
“I would like you to take over the cosmetics sales at the Marquis of Branford.”
The Marquis asked back, not hiding his puzzled expression.
“It’s selling well, so why do you insist on giving it up?”
“There are too many people coming in, and it is difficult to handle them with just our manpower. I will give you 10% of the sales, but please give me 300,000 gold as investment money instead.”
The Marquis of Branford gaped in amazement.
300,000 gold is a huge sum that can buy even a small territory. How can you talk about such a large sum of money so easily?
Although cosmetics are incredibly popular, exchanging 300,000 gold for a mere 10% of the shares is ridiculous.
‘Does this guy think I’m a pushover because he’s done me a few favors?’
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this emotional, Marquis Branford said with a frown.
“I don’t like it.”
Belinda and Claude, who followed him, also nodded their heads at his outright refusal.
‘The master has gone too far this time. 300,000 gold. I could live off that amount of money for decades.’
‘Oh, our lord, why is this such a big deal? Did he really think that was a deal? Even a fool wouldn’t make such a deal.’
Just when the mood was starting to get awkward, Rosalind, Giselle’s self-proclaimed sponsor, intervened.
“Father! I’ll pay half. Take it. This is a really good opportunity.”
The Marquis of Branford raised an eyebrow at the sudden statement and asked.
“What kind of opportunity is this?”
“Cosmetics are ultimately consumables. They will continue to sell. The investment will eventually be recovered.”
“When will you fill that money? 10% is only 10 gold. If you deduct management and operating expenses, there won’t be even half of that left.”
“That’s because we’re only selling it in the capital right now. If Deneb’s name spreads throughout the kingdom, we’ll be able to recover it much faster than we currently expect.”
That’s not wrong, but it ultimately takes time and money to build that reputation and sales channels.
The Marquis of Branford clicked his tongue and rebuked his daughter.
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“Do you think that’s as easy as it sounds? Selling in the capital and opening branches all over the kingdom are two completely different things.”
“I will take care of it.”
The Marquis of Branford paused for a moment at those confident words.
“Rosaline, you?”
“If you leave it to me, I will definitely recover your principal without any problems.”
“If he doesn’t supply the goods properly, he will suffer great losses.”
Then, Jiselle, who had been listening quietly from the side, smiled and spoke confidently.
“Hey, if the product sells well, it’s good for me too. Surely I wouldn’t do that. You don’t have to worry too much.”
Rosalind also helped out diligently.
“That’s right. Baron Fenris is not that kind of person. You’ve seen it all.”
I tried to draw a line with Rosalind and distance myself from her, but if you actively help me like this, things will be different.
“Anyway, I was planning to slowly set up a branch later when I had some free time. If Miss Rosaline helps me, I will be able to settle in quickly. It will also be a great benefit to the Marquis.”
As the two men pushed forward with determination, the Marquis of Branford took a step back, looking a little embarrassed.
Rosalind continued speaking more actively.
“This is also an opportunity to increase our family’s influence. All the nobles will be able to purchase the goods they want only through our family.”
This was also true.
Having a monopoly on a product is also a form of power.
Even if the product is a huge hit, the power it generates is equally as great.
The Marquis of Branford, who had been momentarily persuaded that it was plausible, shook his head sharply.
‘No, it’s ridiculous to pay 300,000 gold and do the work for you just to get that much profit. I’m not a sucker!’
Common sense tells you that if you invest you will receive shares.
But asking them to do the work for you is no different from asking them to work without pay. Where in the world would there be an investor who would accept such a stupid offer?
When the Marquis of Branford showed signs of refusing again, Rosaline winked at Giselle and quickly continued speaking.
“Just think about it. Branches spread throughout the kingdom, all of them with the Marquis’ flag flying. It won’t be a loss to our family. The principal will be recovered in no time, and thereafter it will be entirely profitable. I’ll try it.”
The Marquis of Branford looked suspicious at Rosaline’s desperate attempts to convince him.
‘Why are you so aggressive? Are you impressed by what that idiot said?’
The Marquis of Branford suddenly had an idea and pointed to her.
“You don’t have much time left until you get married. You don’t have time to do anything else.”
Rosaline continued speaking without hesitation, as if she had already anticipated the Marquis’s remark.
“I’m completely cured, so why bother marrying into that kind of family? There are much better options. Don’t you think it’s a waste?”
“Umm… … .”
The Marquis of Branford’s eyes wavered slightly.
Since he was getting better and his personality was returning to how it was before, I felt it was a waste to send him to a house like that.
Rosalind saw that and realized that she had to push right now.
Because my father is the type of person who doesn’t hesitate like that very often.
“I’ve run several organizations, so I’m confident in making money. You know that, Dad. Leave it to me. For 300,000 gold, I’ll make it seem like you got it for cheap.”
The Marquis of Branford could not refute Rosaline’s words.
Rosalind’s talent is definitely superior to his own.
Before he got sick, he had been running many organizations at the same time and had never heard a single complaint or loss. I thought he was trustworthy and could be trusted.
‘It seems plausible… … but something doesn’t seem right… … .’
The Marquis of Branford glanced at Giselle.
Ever since that guy asked me to be his guarantor, I’ve had this feeling that he’s trying to use me.
Jiselle said with an air of curiosity.
“In the long run, I will be the one who loses. I need money right now and it is burdensome to manage, so I have no choice but to sell it cheap. Opportunities like this… … are rare.”
It’s a talent to be able to confidently say lines that only a con artist would say.
The Marquis of Branford frowned slightly.
“But isn’t the amount too large… … .”
“father!”
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Rosaline covered her face with her fan, and glared at the Marquis of Branford with only her eyes sticking out.
“Why are you doing this, which is so unbecoming of a father? It’s something that can increase the family’s influence and make money! Don’t you know its value, Father?”
‘What is my thing? Is selling cosmetics my thing?’
The Marquis of Branford felt wronged for no reason.
‘Why am I… … listening to this? Why do I… … suddenly have to sell cosmetics? Why do I… … have to give money to that guy?’
In fact, he knows that Rosalind is right. That’s the problem. He’s wavering because he knows it’s worth it.
It’s something worth doing, but I don’t know why my stomach hurts so much.
The Marquis of Branford closed his eyes and clutched his pounding head.
It feels like everything is going wrong since that guy named Jiselle showed up.
He asked me to be his guardian, and then under that pretext, he took all my support. Now he even sells cosmetics for me and wants me to give him money in return.
‘Oh, I understand why it hurts.’
Come to think of it, that guy ended up taking everything he wanted.
A look of anguish appeared on the Marquis of Branford’s face.
Belinda and Claude, who were watching the scene, clenched their fists.
To think that the Marquis of Branford would be so troubled!
‘Oh, you’re swayed by the young master’s suggestion! Really? Is that really the Marquis of Branford?’
‘Can I really convince you? I hope so. That would be great! It would make things a little easier. Please, please!’
Giselle threw the finishing move she had been saving at Marquis Branford, who was struggling and unable to come to a conclusion.
