Propose Spider Girl at the beginning, I am more invincible than the brave man

Ron went out and

found the headquarters of the largest chamber of commerce in the royal capital, the "Senfuli" chamber of commerce.

This time he won't make that kind of low-level mistake again.

I easily told the general staff what I really wanted to do.

Tell them that there is nothing good to do them other than create misunderstandings.

So after much deliberation, Ron decided to get straight to the point and negotiate directly with their boss.

What to talk about?

Of course, it's about cooperation.

As long as you work together and become business partners, then sharing a little bit of information shouldn't be a big deal.

With that, Ron walked in.

The headquarters building of the Chamber of Commerce is very busy and crowded with people.

Surprisingly, it's not noisy at all.

Everyone sat on the sofa or chair in a well-dressed place, communicating softly, for fear of disturbing others.

To be precise, it is more like being afraid that your trade secrets will be heard by others.

Ron could see that everyone here had stunts, and they were all rushing to make money.

Only he pretended to be here to make money.

At this time, a staff member noticed and stepped forward to greet Ron politely.

"Sir, is there anything you can help with?"

"Well, I'm here to talk to the president about cooperation."

Ron said his intentions in a firm tone, and

the clerk was slightly stunned when he heard it, but he wasn't too surprised.

After all, everyone talks about business, and there are not a few people who go directly to the president.

"I want to meet with the president............ Is it? Do you have an appointment?

"Appointment? Can you make an appointment for me now? "

Okay, please come with me."

The clerk led Ron all the way to a very small reception room.

All that was left was a small table and two small chairs.

The clerk motioned for Ron to sit down.

After Ron took his seat, the clerk pulled out a piece of paper like a registration form.

Then Ron was asked a few questions.

For example, when and where to meet.

Ron answered them all, and he recorded them all.

Finally the clerk asked

, "Excuse me, sir, what is your identity?"

Hearing this question, Ron was stunned.

Only then did he suddenly remember.

He doesn't seem to have any identity to take out

, but he didn't expect to see a mere businessman, and what kind of identity he needs.

Ask him to make up one temporarily, and he can't make it up.

Wouldn't telling someone that he's a tavern owner be laughed out of?

Damn, it's harder to meet a businessman than a government official!

Seeing that Ron couldn't say anything.

The clerk smiled mysteriously, and then said,

"Is it inconvenient to disclose your identity?"

Ron heard someone give him a step down, and quickly agreed.

"Yes, it's not very convenient."

"It's okay, sir, can you tell me your public identity so that I can register."

"Which ones? Like what?

"For example, members of the royal family, government officials, nobles, lords, military officers..."

"Or representatives of other chambers of commerce, but also celebrities, musicians, painters, doctors, connoisseurs."

"Uh, what else?"

"And? Let me think............ Well, maybe the head of the mercenary group will do the same. "

Uh....................

Ron thought about it, and he didn't even meet any of them.

In addition to being a stinky mercenary, he also has a small owner of a tavern.

And the location of the dilapidated tavern is still in a remote slum.

This is what Ron said out.

After some hesitation, Ron walked out disgraced.

He decided that he might as well go home first and then figure out what to do.

After walking for a while, Ron walked to the door of the tavern, and

before he could enter, the noise mixed with the smell of alcohol came out.

"Wine! Serve! "

It sounded like the green-haired mercenary was playing drunk.

Why hasn't she left yet............

Ron walked in the door and saw that the wine Mengzi hadn't left.

I just wanted to drink his tavern and go out of business.

The table she was lying at was littered with empty barrels on the table and at the feet.

But Ron remembered that he only gave her two barrels.

How did you drink so much?

When Ron saw Mia happily stepping on an empty barrel and doing acrobatics, he understood everything.

I see, it must have been this dead cat.

"Mia!! Come here! "

Meow?"

Mia jumped in front of Ron with an innocent and bright smile.

Ron pinched her smiling face and asked,

"I'm asking you if you served these wines."

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Who told you to go to the warehouse to carry wine!"

"She's called, wine, wine!"

Mia said and waved her arms to mimic the mercenary's movements.

"What the hell! She tells you to go up, and you go up! I told you to take a bath, why didn't you wash it! "

I won't wash it!!"

As soon as she heard about the bath

, Mia "clicked" and bit Ron's palm, and when Ron let go of his hand, she ran away.

"You still dare to run! You dead cat, see if I don't peel your skin! "

Alright, don't blame Miss Mia, boss."

Well? Are there any other guests?

Hearing the shout, Ron noticed that there was a table of guests in the corner, and it looked like a mercenary.

At this point, they finished their drinks and stood up and walked over to Ron.

One of the men pulled out a small purse and handed it to Ron.

And said to him

, "Boss, you can take the wine money, you were not here just now, and Miss Mia entertained us."

"Oh, I see, I'm sorry, I just went out on a trip."

"Alas~ Boss, in fact, you can't blame Miss Mia for what happened just now, it's all this woman's problem, oh, it's her."

"She?"

Ron asked the mercenary with a quizzful glance at the drunken madwoman.

Listening to his tone, this woman seems to be quite famous.

"yes, that's her."

As he spoke, the mercenary lowered his voice a little, as if he was afraid that the madwoman would hear it.

"Her name is Bernice, because she is a drunkard, she was also drunk when she was doing tasks, and she was kicked out by the team, and now no one wants her, she drinks everywhere, and she doesn't pay after drinking, and she has drunk I don't know how many taverns."

"Boss, I advise you to get rid of her as soon as possible, save trouble, we will leave!"

"Thanks for the reminder, go slowly!"

After seeing the guests leave, Ron shook his head as he looked at the mess.

I thought to myself, this is another pile of things coming to the door.

Ron nudged the mercenary named "Benice" lightly

, "Hey, guest?" Where is your home, do you want me to send you back?

Benice, who was napping on the table, said drunkenly,

"Home? That kind of thing is long gone, and the team doesn't want me anymore......... I have nowhere to go. "