Adair introduced many people to Jones, including members of the Sambo family advisory group and members of the Hilder Chamber of Commerce. It can be said that Jones's vision was suddenly opened a lot.

No matter where Adale went, someone greeted him, and Jones was stunned.

"You know every Hild businessman..."

"No, I only know big businessmen. But generally the rest will know me. Jones, business is different from fighting. There must be wins and losses in wars, and business can win and lose, and business can win and lose. When fighting, they are lined up with each other, and they will die, but this is not the case in business at all. If you run enough projects and big enough, you may even find that you have no real competitors at all. For all your opponents, you may cooperate with him in one aspect, and for all your partners, you may compete with him on the other. For example, the Gangro family."

"One of the three major families of the blood clan?"

"Yes, the Gangro family is as famous as our Sambo family." Adale stood on the balcony with a glass of wine and pointed from afar to the garden of the chamber of commerce.

Following his point, Jones saw a tall, white robe-wearing blond discussing something with another blond in the garden.

Yes, white robe, a white robe similar to the priest's white robe. Among the blood tribes who like dresses, this kind of clothing can be said to be very rare.

"That's a member of the Gangro family?"

"Yes. The members of this family are particularly recognizable because they are all wearing the same white robe, both men and women." Turning back, Adele said leaning against the fence: "The strongest business of the Gangro family is the bank, which is much stronger than our Sambo family. It is undeniable that they have put pressure on us. But on the other hand, we have cooperation in the slave trade. Our Sambo family has an advantage in the source of slave goods, and they have an advantage in the sales of slaves. We cannot eat all the cakes ourselves. If we really think so and do so, the only result is to weaken our own advantages, and then the other two families unite to eat us."

"is that so?"

"Of course. Do you know spiders?"

"spider?"

"Yes, spider. Business is like a huge spider web. It's messy, but it has its own rules. The spider squatting in the middle judges the prey's direction through the trembling of the web. Every businessman is a spider, weaving his own web and obtaining information. Otherwise, he will not be able to catch up with most prey at the speed of a spider. Many, many spiders can unite together and weave larger webs and capture more prey. That's probably the case, so I'll take you to know these people, and I'm taking you to weave your own web."

Jones sighed faintly: "I am a spider?"

"Not yet." Adair said with a smile: "Only successful businessmen can become spiders. You are not yet. But it will be so soon, because I will help you."

"But I just want to be a lord, not a merchant."

"Is there a difference?" Adele frowned and thought for a while and said, "It seems that there is a difference, and the difference is not small. However, if you want to be a powerful lord, then you need money. The fastest way to get money is always business. Just like the business we just talked about in the carriage, if you want to do it yourself, it may take a long time to accumulate, and using business only takes a moment. Because you only need to gently tease another spider's web, smell the smell of money, and he will take the bait himself. For example, I. Hahahaha."

As he said that, Adal laughed.

Jones smiled, too.

As he was talking, Adair suddenly found that the butler had come to the hall and saluted him on the balcony.

"Wait a mininute."

"OK."

Putting his wine glass on the fence on the balcony next to him, Adal walked towards the butler.

Jones looked from afar.

The butler seemed to have reported something to Adair. Adair didn't seem very happy and scolded the butler a few words. Then the butler stood aside, and Adair returned to Jones.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Nothing. I asked him to do something, but it wasn't done." He picked up the wine glass placed on the fence and took a sip. Adele turned to say, "The Chamber of Commerce has finished shopping, what are you going to do next?"

"I want to prepare for the smelter," Jones replied. "Otherwise, I'll have to come tomorrow."

"Do you need my help?"

"No, no. I can do it myself, and Patia helps me."

"Okay, then you can go by yourself. Please tell me anytime if you need anything."

"Thank you." After saying that, Jones hesitated for a moment, took a step forward and shook Adair's hand, then smiled. Then he turned around and left.

For a little lord who is like Jones and is the first time he is a lord, it is a great blessing to have a friend like Adair. Through him, Jones has contacted a field that he had never been exposed to before. It can even be said that under normal circumstances, Jones would never be able to reach.

"Young Master, do you need to help him like this?" The butler asked in a low voice as he looked at Jones's departure.

"I just want to make friends, why not?" Adael replied softly, "I don't have anything to do when I stay in the castle anyway."

He lowered his head and sighed slightly, and the butler continued, "Young Master, how to deal with Adolf's affairs?"

"What do you need to do? Of course, I'm looking for the place where he lives, is there any loopholes." Adair gave the butler a blank look and said, "Look for it. I'll see if there is a skylight or a secret passage in the place where he lives. I must have left from a place where you didn't pay attention to."

"But, I have searched all of them, there is no skylight, nor any authenticity."

"How is that? It disappeared out of thin air? You didn't want to tell me that he could cast space magic, did you?"

The housekeeper blinked blankly, not knowing how to answer.

Adair continued, "This matter is obviously your fault. Check what the situation is and where he went. I will give you three days, and only three days. I will give me an answer within three days. Otherwise, I will be angry. Believe me, it will definitely not be a good thing for you."

"Yes, young master." The housekeeper replied respectfully.

"This guy, from the beginning, has used me to approach Jones. Everything was planned and his identity was fake. When I found out, I must deal with him well!" He took out a small notebook and a pen from the butler's pocket. Adell silently wrote down a string of characters, tore it off and handed it to the butler: "This is the bank note code he used, the bank of the Gangro family. Find a way to check it. Two hundred thousand gold coins, say more or less, there will definitely be some traces."

"Yes, Master."

...

With Adale's help and getting Adolf's money, Jones's next thing went very smoothly.

Patia helped him make the whole plan, and all the expenses were listed in detail. He didn't even have to go there in person. Just nod and pay, and someone would implement all the work.

Those who sell related equipment will transport things over and even help him build a factory, without him taking any action. Even slaves will help him choose suitable and cheap ones. The gold mine refinery needs to use is still dwarf slaves. The entire budget will be controlled within 150,000 gold coins, and 50,000 will be reserved for emergency response. Patia will also help him contact the relevant transportation.

According to information provided by Patia, Jones adopted a special return transport - the straight line distance between Hilder and the Kingdom of Humanity, and there was no road. The Giant Snake City happened to be on this straight line. However, there were regular airships across the mountains between the two sides.

Since the blood tribes are transported to the human kingdom, the airships are often empty when they travel from Hilde to the human kingdom. Using this vacancy for transportation will be many times faster, and at the same time, the price will be a little cheaper. After all, regardless of whether there is Jones' transportation business, the airships must return to the departure point to transport the next batch of goods.

However, it is not as convenient to transport things out of the Giant Snake City, unless it is transported to the human kingdom.

"But there is a problem." Back at the Giant Snake City, Dora looked at the solution she actually didn't understand at all, and whispered to Jones: "Are these new dwarf slaves considered residents of Giant Snake City?"

"Of course, they will live here," Jones replied.

"In that case, as Lord Jones, you promise, they cannot be slaves. Because all the residents of Snake City are free."

Jones was stunned for a moment. After a while, he whispered: "It's okay, I'll discuss with Adolf. This problem can be solved."

Jones, who returned to the Snake City, became busy again. At the same time, he wrote letters to all the human lords he knew, including Elyn and Bob, and even Brutu. Oh, he skipped Gray because there was no smelting business in Gray's Salted Fish Harbor. There was only one hundred sets of armor in total. And Gray was poorer than himself.

"We think they will definitely need it. After all, all countries are preparing for war now, and the previous battle has completely eliminated human prejudice against alien races. At least I don't think they will not talk to me about business because this is a weapon and equipment produced by the vampire."

So, that day, he received a reply from Brutu.

"Great, Jones, we just need you. Four hundred new sets of armor? No, no, no, the members of the Bone Light Holy Church have armor, we don't need new ones. But our undead army needs it. I have to say that the smelting skills of the undead are really not good. Although practical, they are not beautiful, and the style is not suitable for the bright and majestic image of our righteous spreader. We urgently need the armor made by the dwarves, and we want to arm the millions of undead army! This is a big business, right? What do you say? Money? No, no, no, we don't have money. And we unanimously agree that as a member of the Silver Moon Knights, you should not talk to us about money. If you have any objections to the resolution of the Bone Light Holy Church, we will personally visit Giant Snake City to talk to you. For justice! Brutu, the Bone Light Holy Church."

After reading this letter, Jones, who was already full of confidence, had his expression froze. He felt that he had accidentally stabbed a super giant hornet's nest.
Chapter completed!