Witcher's Atelier

It was late at night, and the girls were talking in private in the fragrant room.

"What!? How can this be! So you are going to help the dumpling-making Hatori negotiate tomorrow?"

The person who spoke loudly was Yuna. She was not in a good mood now because she did not expect that the boss seemed to be magnanimous, accepted her opinions, gave up making large garbage, but was secretly looking for a blacksmith to replace her.

Was it all a lie that the boss was respectful, eager to recruit talents, and loyal to each other? How long has it been since the business started? It feels like the person you want to entrust your life to, but you didn't expect that the other party actually has someone else outside!

To describe it more specifically, it's like the shock of being about to get married and suddenly finding out that the person you are with is a master of time management!

"Oh! Don't be nervous!" Angouleme sat next to her, holding her warm big hand, and posing as a best friend.

"The boss is afraid that you will think too much, so he told me to find a chance to tell you first that you are one of us, unlike outsiders! Besides, Hatori has his own store, and you sleep with me! The most important thing is that you specialize in armor forging, and let the elves join to focus on sword forging. There is actually no conflict. The captain does not need to force you to do something you don't want to do. And if Ebuhal dares to refuse as fiercely as you did, Wick will definitely make him very miserable. Don't look at him smiling all day long, the captain is very narrow-minded." "You said he would hold a grudge, and let me boldly refuse his unreasonable request. Aren't you harming me?" Yuna turned her head, and her thick golden braid fell to her chest. "Tsk tsk," Angouleme said unhappily, "I will only tell you once what I am going to tell you next because it hurts my self-esteem.

In the world of the captain, men and women are two different creatures, you must know this; before the age of eighteen and after the age of eighteen are two different creatures, I have also said this.

But the most important thing is..., he also has two attitudes towards women who are broad-minded or humble, so you almost never have to worry that the captain will be angry with you."

Angoule's words were very subtle, but the accompanying actions were both explicit and obscene, which was simply unbearable to watch. Even a bold female man like Yuna could not accept it, and she was so angry that she pounced on her and tickled her.

This is a very normal phenomenon. When a girl talks privately, if she makes dirty jokes, it is sometimes more terrifying than a boy talking privately.

When the two were laughing and playing, Catherine cooed to remind her that there was movement. Hearing the sound, the girl stretched her neck and glanced out the window...As expected, it was another boy's night walk.

...

About Ebuhar. Hatori, a former swordsmith, changed his profession to selling dumplings because of vicious competition, and people have to feed themselves.

The person who made the elves unemployed was Mr. Ernst von Hum, a colleague with a strong background. He wanted to monopolize the sword-making industry in a small range, so he cut off Hatori's material supply.

Of course, they did not do it openly, after all, Novigrad encourages an open market, but all the materials for sword-making can only be obtained through him, and the elves will soon be unable to continue.

As a non-human race, Hatori is in a weak position and can only close down after being suppressed. However, the interesting point is that Hatori can't afford to offend Ernst, who is a human, but the gang behind Ernst is Cleaver, a butcher who is also a non-human race. It is said that Ernst often plays cards with the butcher.

The turning point is that some of the Beggar King's men have recently started to engage in the business of supplying ore materials, providing blacksmiths with other purchase channels, forming a good opportunity to break Ernst's monopoly.

But Hatori was timid and didn't dare to negotiate with the gangsters alone, until he found out that the regular customer who often came to the store to eat dumplings and seemed to be easy to talk to was a tough guy who could chat and laugh with the gangsters.

...

In the evening, the sun had just set and it was drizzling. The elf blacksmith walked on the streets of the port area. He hadn't felt so safe for a long time. The Phantom Troupe was with him. Both of them were wearing black scarves and fully armed mercenary outfits.

Rejecting the pull of a prostitute again, Victor asked: "What do you think the name of this beggar king's subordinate is?"

"Iron Boy, a new character who has appeared recently, with a dozen subordinates, specializing in selling high-quality iron ore."

"What do you know about his personality?"

"It is said that he has a bad temper, so be careful. We need him more than he needs us."

The sea breeze in the port was blowing. After passing through several secret doors and several bonfires, the Phantom Troupe and the blacksmith faced the six people who came to negotiate in the open space surrounded by houses.

The group of Tin Boys were covered with diamond-patterned scarves. The leader said in a rough voice, "Hey! What's going on? Didn't I tell you to come and talk by yourself? What do these two people do?"

The voice sounded familiar. Victor stretched out his hand to block Hatoli behind him. "Good night, Tin Boy. I am Mr. Hatoli's lawyer. Because he is not good at speaking, I will communicate with you on his behalf."

Then he gestured to introduce Angulan, "This is my assistant. We are both negotiation experts."

The firmness and confidence in Victor's words overwhelmed the other party's aggressive and impetuous attitude. Tin Boy paused and spoke a little more politely unconsciously. "Uh... In this case, then okay, the thing is, if our boss wants to fight with the butcher, there must be a price. We have already set the price, and you have no room for bargaining."

"So what is your offer?"

He took two steps forward and puffed out his chest. "We will supply you with a stable supply of iron ore in exchange for 50% of the profit."

Victor crossed his arms and said, "This is impossible. There is no normal business activity that can strip off an additional half of the profits... Let's give you 25%."

"Who are you to give orders to the Beggar King? Thirty-five percent, it can't be any lower." He waved his hand to increase his persuasion.

"The maximum is twenty-five, but the store can give you a discount when buying weapons." The young man downplayed.

"Ha! You must be crazy. If you don't want it, just don't want it. Let's go!"

After saying that, the tin boy turned around and waved his men to leave. Seeing this happening from the side, Hatoli panicked and wanted to speak to save him, but Angoulin hit him in the stomach with a scabbard in time to shut him up.

Although they covered their mouths, thanks to Lansmit's sharing of experience and the immaturity of his opponent, Victor could easily read the lack of confidence in the tin boy's eyes.

"What a pity. I thought you also wanted to break Ernst's monopoly. There are not many blacksmiths willing to purchase raw materials from you."

The tin boy who had not gone far stopped, thought for a while, and then walked back with his men, "Okay, my friend, you are a good negotiator. Just 25%, don't forget to give a discount."

"Wait, I really think your voice is very familiar. I must have heard it there and talked to you... Are you... Brother Tony?"

The tin boy was stunned, "Do you really know me?"

Victor smiled and took off his mask, "Oh! Long time no see, Tony. Please allow me to introduce myself again - Victor Corleone, Mr. Ebhar Hatoli's lawyer."

Seeing that unforgettable face and the four scars, the Tin Boy - the former Tony, suddenly recalled the tragic memories of that afternoon: three of the four Novigrad giants came to congratulate the opening of the blacksmith shop, and A bag of crowns that he got in exchange for standing on his head.

It was only after that day that he knew what the real bosses were like. They would not shout and shout to kill or chop each other to death on the streets or in bars, because when they thought so, they had already started taking action. .

So he abandoned the dark side and joined the Beggar King's organization. He used his expertise in forging materials to import iron sand from Temeria and develop new sources of wealth.

Now, the big boss who showed him the dark path was right in front of him. He choked for a while and his feet became a little weak, but he couldn't lose face when he came out. None of the brothers behind him were involved in what happened that day, so they respected him quite a bit.

"Yes...yes, long time no see, I am the tin boy now."

Seeing his hypocrisy, Victor smiled and put the scarf back on, "Is it Tin Boy? It's a really good name. I think everyone is so familiar with it. You must be willing to give me face and some discounts, 10% How about five?"

In fact, both sides were wearing tiger skins to deceive others, but the last encounter was too bluffing, so the young man's psychological cards were much greater than those of Tony.

"It's an honor to meet you again, Mr. Victor..., I...I also think fifteen percent is a very suitable number." After a little hesitation, he agreed to the offer.

"It's a deal." The young man stretched out his hand and pulled the elf blacksmith who was hiding behind him as if he were in a dream upon hearing this number to the front to shake hands with the tin boy.

"Then the deal is concluded and I'll let you adjust the details yourself."

After the tin boy shook hands with Hartoli, he looked at Victor and said seriously: "There is no problem with stable supply from my side, but Ernst will not give up. Behind him stands the butcher Cleaver. Maybe your swordsmith shop will need bodyguards."

"Are you saying that you are preparing to provide services?" Victor asked

"No, I don't want to fight anymore. It's not that piece of material, it's just a piece of advice. Please be careful, sir. Those ferocious dwarves are not joking."

"I will communicate with Umutai, and he will give me face." After speaking, Victor reached out and patted the tin boy's arm. "I feel very happy to see you change your ways and engage in legitimate business."

…

The peaceful negotiation ended like this, and the Elf Blacksmith still felt it was not real until he returned to the dumpling shop.

Noticing that Hatoli was stunned, Victor said: "Ebhar, don't worry about Ernst, I will talk to Umutai tomorrow and ask him to give me a face.

Now let’s study my order first. I need you to make me a good sword that can kill people all over the world. I haven’t decided yet whether it should be called a dragon-slaying sword or a destruction sword. I need you to help me with professional analysis. "

Hearing the young man's words, the blacksmith rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "Actually, I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to go so smoothly, so although I am very willing to make a sword for you, there are still a few technical problems!"

Hearing the elf's excuse, Victor narrowed his eyes, but he was not angry. Although the details had been forgotten, he at least had the impression that this elf master seemed extremely unreliable, and he repeatedly tossed through several stages of the task.

Since Hatoli was still considered half of his own family, the bored Angoulin decided to start cooking on his own and got in front of the kitchen boiler to start cooking dumplings for a midnight snack.

"Okay, can you tell me what the technical problem is?"

"When he closed the blacksmith shop, Ernst bought all the forging tools, and now he's not going to sell them, so I thought maybe we could borrow them privately..."

The young man put his hand on his forehead and said, "That's enough, Ebuhar, what you mean by borrowing is actually stealing!"

Don't be so petty. The matter is easy to handle. I believe Umutai doesn't mind giving me more face. Ernst will personally deliver your forging tools at the latest in the evening the day after tomorrow. "

…

In the kitchen, Angouleme was eating the dumplings after cooking them when he heard Hatori explaining to Victor.

"...No...According to the length and weight you mentioned, this sword cannot be used at all. It will be blown away if you swing it, unless you have the blood of a rock troll - it must be dominant, or you are wearing super heavy armor of more than 2,000 pounds..."

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