"Mr. Jones, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here." Adolf walked over with a smile.

"Yes, what a coincidence." Jones's mouth twitched slightly: "Did you come in with Adair's badge?"

"Adair's Order?" Adolf smiled and said, "No, I am a member here."

Well, they are all very rich. It seems that the only one in the whole world is not a member here. Oh no, and my dad is not either.

Jones took a deep breath helplessly.

"Although I'm a member who has just joined," Adolf spread his hands and continued, "Actually, it's nothing important for me to come over. I'm just idle, so I come over and walk around and make friends by the way."

"Run here to make friends?" Jones was stunned.

"Yes." Adolf turned sideways and looked in the direction of the coffee table he had just sat on.

A fat, mustache-bred blond sat on the edge of the coffee table and picked up a cup of tea, nodded to Adolf from afar, and nodded to Jones.

Jones also nodded symbolically at him.

He was the fat man with his hands like pig's trotters, his body was full of flesh and his neck was invisible. He sat on the sofa like a ball. Jones was very suspicious if the sofa had no handrails, would he roll down without a steady center of gravity.

To be honest, I have never seen such a fat veterinarian. Jones has always thought that only humans would grow into this ghostly appearance, and all the veterinarians are slim. After all, it is really not easy to drink blood and look like this.

And if his figure turns into a bat, can he fly?

"Who is he?" Jones asked softly.

"He is Adair's cousin, and I happened to meet him today. So I started chatting."

"Just just chat?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Jones's eyes widened and he continued to sit quietly, waiting, thinking about his ore.

Adolf was a little embarrassed: "Don't you invite me to sit down?"

"You want to sit down?"

"If it's inconvenient..."

"Oh no, it's convenient, please sit down." Jones then reached out and made a "please" gesture.

Adolf frowned, but he still insisted on sitting down.

The whole living room was quiet. The fat blood clan was drinking tea alone, looking through the notebook in his hand, not knowing whether it was a book or an account. From a distance, the person on another coffee table was chatting quietly, and occasionally a burst of laughter came. It seemed that he was chatting, not a business.

Well, although it is a place to talk about business, it seems that Jones is the only one who talks about business seriously.

Jones didn't say a word, and Adolf couldn't say anything, so he turned his face and waved to the waiter in the distance.

The waiter quickly came over: "Sir, what can I do to help you?"

"Tea."

"I understand, are you the same as you just now?"

"Yes, bloody rose." As he said that, Adolf turned his face to look at Jones: "Where is Master Jones?"

"Ah?" Jones, immersed in his own world, was startled.

“I’m asking what tea do you want to drink?”

"What tea? I don't drink tea very much. Just do it."

Turning his face, Adolf explained to the waiter: "Let's be like me."

"Okay, please wait a moment." As he said that, the waiter walked away.

Jones looked at Adolf with a frown, as if he had not recovered from his thoughts.

"Young Master Jones seems to have encountered some troubles. Can you tell me what I know?"

"No, nothing." Jones shook his head gently.

Well, I still can't chat. Adolf has a headache.

Just waited silently, after a long time, someone finally pushed the door and walked in. It was a female blood clan.

He was tying up his black hair, delicate face, blood-red eyes, a short red and black skirt, wearing a pair of red high heels, holding a thick notebook in his hand, holding an ink bottle, and a quill in his hand.

After sweeping around the reception room, her eyes finally fell on Jones.

Seeing that Jones was also looking at her, she immediately walked towards Jones. She came to Jones and saluted respectfully: "Hello, is it Mr. Jones?"

This is a refreshing and pleasant sound.

“Yes, I am.”

"I am Patia, a business consultant to the Sambo family. I'm very happy to know you." As she said that, she glanced at Adolf beside her and asked softly, "Can I sit down?"

"Of course." As he said that, Adolf snapped his fingers, looked at the waiter in the distance, pointed at Patia, and signaled him to add a tea set.

The waiter nodded from afar.

Patia sat opposite Jones, then put down the ink bottle, held the quill, and flipped the thick notebook in her hand. The movement was both respectful and capable.

"Master Jones, do I have anything to help you?"

"I want to sell ore, ore of gold mine. I have a gold mine. Do you know what I mean?"

"Well... I understand, you have a gold mine and mined ore. You need to find a sales channel for ore, is that true?"

"Yes. But I haven't sold it before, so I need a consultant."

"This is very simple, I think I can give you some good advice." Patia lowered her head and recorded it as she said: "What aspects do you want to know?"

"Price." Jones replied without thinking.

"In terms of price, the ore of gold ore is different from other ores, and each batch needs to be priced separately."

“What about it in general?”

"Well... there is no such thing as 'general'."

"Have you ever bought and sold gold ore?"

"No, I have bought and sold it. But gold ore cannot be summarized in 'general'. After all, the same gold ore may have a price difference of dozens of times, hundreds of times. Do you have a sample?"

"Yes, I'll bring it!" Jones took out the small bag containing ore and poured it on the table.

"Wait a minute." Patia reached out and held a piece of ore in her hand, closed her eyes, and recited a spell that Jones had never heard before.

Soon, a light flashed across the ore.

Opening his eyes again, Patia whispered: "Ore with one thousandth of ore, very good ore."

"Really?" Jones was overjoyed and immediately began to calculate: "One-thousandth content means that a ton of gold has one kilogram of gold. That is probably equal to... 66 gold coins? Can a ton of sixty-six gold coins be sold?"

"Well... this is impossible." Patia said awkwardly: "One ton of ore can indeed extract sixty-six gold coins, which may be more than just one. But if you want to sell ore, you can only sell fifty gold coins per ton. After all, refining also requires a cost, and the cost is not low."

One ton of fifty gold coins, that is, one hundred thousand gold coins, only two thousand tons are needed? Two thousand tons, how many tons can a dwarf dig a day? It sounds like Jones can pay off his debts soon. Not only can he pay off his debts, but he can also become as rich as Adale and Adolf!

At this moment, Jones suddenly felt that he was floating.

"Oh, by the way, there is also shipping. I need to arrange shipping."

"Please give me the address of your castle." Patia handed the notebook to Jones.

Picking up the pen, Jones wrote down the coordinates of his castle on Patia's notebook, and handed it back.

After taking the notebook and taking it, Patia was stunned: "Master Jones, are you sure you want to sell ore?"

“Can’t you sell it?”

"No, of course. But... it takes about forty-five gold coins per ton to transport ore from your castle."

"so much?"

"It could also be forty-eight gold coins. In fact, your cost should cost at least a few gold coins at a time, so it would be a loss-making deal."

Suddenly, Jones seemed to be poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water, staring at Patia blankly and opening her mouth wide.

Thank God, the distance between heaven and hell is too close, right?

"I can help you make a new and more appropriate solution."

"you say."

"I suggest you open a gold refinery yourself. If you can complete the refinery on site, the transportation pressure will become very low. After all, by reducing the weight by a thousand times, the transportation cost can be reduced by at least a few hundred times."

"How much does it cost to be big...it's fine? As long as it can run, it's the smallest refinery." Jones asked with his eyes blinking.

"It's about 200,000 gold coins, this is the minimum requirement. After all, it's about refining gold, and the requirements are relatively high." Patia asked with a smile: "Do I need to contact the merchant who sells refining equipment for you?"

"No, thank you." Jones replied expressionlessly.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified and the surroundings were quiet.

Patia asked softly, “Is there anything else to help you?”

"Can you help me with borrowing money?"

"Well...of course."
To be continued...