Blair stood on the hilt of his sword and looked at the sky in the distance.

A big bird hovers in the sky, flying freely and spreading its wings.

"Father."

He turned around and saw that it was his only son, Benjamin.

In just a blink of an eye, Benjamin was already twenty-six years old, married, and had his own little family.

Fortunately, this son is quite diligent and meticulous in his work. With the support of father and son, the Baptiste family is still the interior decorator of His Majesty the King's palace.

Of course, it's just one of them.

Benjamin frowned, as if he was hesitating about something.

"What's the matter?" Blair walked aside and wiped his long sword with the white cloth placed on the shelf.

He spent a lot of money to buy this sword from a down-and-out noble.

He couldn't tell whether he was doing it just to keep fit or to satisfy his childhood dream of becoming a knight.

"It's about...big brother..."

"You don't have any big brother!" Blair interrupted him decisively.

The atmosphere suddenly fell to freezing point.

Benjamin pursed his lips and said resolutely: "I will say it even if my father is angry."

"My eldest brother is in the capital now. His troupe performs shows in the market every day. Tickets for every show are in short supply. He has really become an excellent playwright!"

Blair closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let's go find eldest brother! Wouldn't it be better to reunite our family, father!" Benjamin looked at him with burning eyes.

"Listen clearly, Benjamin." Blair said. "I don't care if that person is a playwright or something else now. He has nothing to do with us anymore."

He opened his eyes and stared at the child.

"Understand?"

"President!" A subordinate hurriedly came from the front yard, "We have an important guest coming!"

In the reception room, Wayne was looking at the surrounding furnishings.

There are blankets spread, hung, and cushioned everywhere, and just looking at them makes me feel hot.

I don’t know if it’s to give guests a more intuitive experience, but this is too much.

After a while, the president of the Chamber of Commerce and the head of Baptiste arrived belatedly.

When he saw the two young people, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"The arrival of this young master and young lady in our Chamber of Commerce really brings glory to this place!"

His etiquette is very thoughtful and his speech is very formal.

"Have the Baptiste family always been in the blanket business?" Wayne asked.

"Yes, my father started a small tapestry shop when he was young. Under the protection of the adults in the capital, it has grown to what it is today." Blair complimented the powerful people without leaving any trace, and then vaguely reminded Wayne.

I have also managed some relationships myself.

"Can I ask, what are the main raw materials?"

"Well... mainly wool and velvet."

Wool and velvet...?...

In fact, Wayne has not done any research on these. His knowledge of this kind of knowledge is limited to the fact that he bought a coral velvet quilt cover on an online shopping platform in his previous life.

"Well, I have something to ask of you. Can you provide a few experienced people to come to the Duke of Wenche's Mansion to talk about it another day? I will arrange a carriage to pick you up."

Wayne said: "Money is not a problem."

After seeing Wayne off and the two of them leaving, Benjamin couldn't help but asked suspiciously: "Father, do you want to go?"

"Going," Blair said.

"Since it's an invitation from the Duke's Palace, it's a good idea to set up a line, not to mention the generous reward. You and Old Joel will go together tomorrow."

…

During the conversation just now, Eve kept quiet and followed Wayne.

After returning to the market, she asked puzzledly: "Classmate Wayne, don't you want Mr. Pokerland's family to re-accept him?"

"That should be their own choice." Wayne said, "The most I can do is to provide them with an opportunity for casual contact."

"However, we can put those aside for now. Next, we will go to several other large chambers of commerce to continue our investigation."

Just now at the Bastet Chamber of Commerce, Wayne showed them several materials that can be customized.

To be honest, wool is the most suitable material, but Chris doesn't seem to want to use animal fur.

However, in the current background era, it is simply impossible to produce various soft and fine chemical fibers as efficiently as in modern times.

No matter how I think about it, I feel that it is indeed a difficult problem to solve. I hope that both Chris and the minister can get good news.

It was not until evening that Wayne and Eve returned to the Duke of Wench's Mansion with a stack of documents recording various information, while other members of the manual department were already waiting at home.

Before that, in the name of having to entertain her classmates, Chris applied to her mother to allow her friends to stay one night at the Duke's Mansion, and they would go directly to the academy from home tomorrow morning.

In the end, Ashley agreed to the request on the condition that Chris must get good grades in the midterm exam.

"We have hired several senior professors from our department." President Sophia was reporting on her and Meimei's investigation results.

"One of the professors said that materials with similar properties did appear once, but they were brought by an adventurer."

"The specific place of origin is unknown. He personally tends to be some kind of unknown plant that can release a soothing aroma and make people near it feel relaxed and happy."

Chris looked at Wayne. "Wayne, what's the result on your side?"

Wayne placed the documents in his hand and a small bag containing some fabric samples on the table.

"Only more conventional fabrics, wool or cotton velvet. The softness can show a good effect, but it cannot reach the level of Chris -"

As he said this, Wayne showed a troubled expression.

"——Special and complex requirements."

If people want to touch it as soon as they see it, and want to hold it to sleep as soon as they touch it, there will be big problems even if it is done in a school, right?

In his mind, a scene appeared involuntarily: children of all grades pounced on the big doll like zombies, then hugged its legs and fell asleep all over the floor.

"Is that the only way to do it? Or should I find a magician with drowsiness magic to hypnotize me?"

"Wait, no matter how you look at it, this is considered a foul!" Wayne stopped him, "Besides, why do you have to insist on being able to sleep?"

"Otherwise it would have no special value!"

Kris said plausibly: "It must be legendary so that its fame can spread wider in the capital! I want everyone to be extremely impressed by it, instead of building it just like an ordinary building."

, and it was demolished again, which means nothing except spending money.”
Chapter completed!