European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 89 Persuasion
Passant took advantage of the situation and entered the back room. From a rough look, the style of Oulun's house was similar to his own—low-key luxury.

The status of merchants determined that it was difficult for them to build prosperous palaces like other nobles, so they had to place all the symbols of their wealth on the decoration of the interior.

The exquisite appearance will make them look out of tune with the tone of the whole city, and it will cause unnecessary troubles. The greedy eyes of secular nobles are always staring at them, and it is normal for them to suck their bones.

There is a saying among the merchants in Harfleur: Whenever nobles knock on your door, they hold flowers on their chests and scissors on their backs. They are gentle and elegant, but they are also rude.

Most of the big merchants in the city are just nominal titles, which they exchanged with real money back then. Compared with the secular nobles holding fiefdoms, they are more like commoners with noble auras, who only undertake obligations, but have no rights.

"Mr. Possang, please sit down and talk." Oulen's tone was obviously much better than before, and his address changed, and he took the initiative to help Possang open the seat.

Possant fiddled with his shawl and sat down, without any extra politeness, he said straight to the point: "My lord thinks that my previous handling was inappropriate, please let me represent him to ask you to reinstate your duties. .”

As soon as Oulen heard that the other party represented the lord, he immediately became respectful.

"The wealth in front of you can only be known by yourself. Once it is revealed, nobles like hungry wolves will flock to ask for a piece of the pie. Is this the result you want to see?" Possant asked. In a hurry, first clarify the truth.

Oulen was silent and shook his head, "Naturally I don't want to, Master Possang, I also hope that one day my status can match my wealth, and the world respects and respects me, not just coveting me."

"Right now, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Possant tapped on the table to remind.

"But there is no guarantee that this is not an expedient measure by the nobles. They just want to use our wealth to help them tide over difficulties. When the sea is calm, these vicious pirates will raise their butcher's knives like kind-hearted boatmen." Euron I can't help but have some doubts in my heart.

Possant had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of wisdom. It was only natural for the other party to think so, because the number of times they had been tricked by the nobles could not be counted with both hands.

"Mr. Oulen, let me ask you a question. Do you think it is difficult for an improvised motley army to defeat regular aristocrats that are several times your own in two days?" Possant was not in a hurry, he had plenty of time convince each other.

"That's basically impossible. It's hard for me to imagine that a group of guys who can't even wield knight swords can defeat a group of knights who have received professional training for ten years in such a thunderous manner. I still know some of them. Unloading is laborious, let alone going into battle to kill the enemy."

Oulen sighed, "It's hard to imagine that when I saw that guy yesterday, he told me complacently that he killed four enemies on the battlefield. You must know that his hand would tremble when he raised a knife to kill a fish. It's unbelievable."

"All of these achievements were made under the leadership of the lord. Can you imagine what it would be like if you could form a team of 2000 people?" Possant kept making remarks.

Oren thought for a moment, then said: "That will be invincible. The surrounding nobles will either join or be wiped out, but what does this have to do with us?"

After all, the point came to the point, and Possant finally pointed out the key point, "The old order will be broken, and the new order needs to be built. Someone needs to help the lord to share the worries, not only to maintain the public order of the city, but also to manage the fiefdom. daily affairs."

"The intention of the lord is already obvious. He is short of manpower right now, and he lacks reliable manpower. The part of the nobles who were abolished earlier violated Harfleur's law. In his eyes, violating the law of the city lord is equivalent to questioning the city lord. authority."

Posang winked and hinted: "He is not targeting all nobles, nor is he targeting businessmen, he is only targeting those who challenge his authority."

Oulen suddenly realized that when he opened his mouth, he felt that there was too much noise, and then he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Master Possant means to ask me to reinstate my post, so that the lord can trust me again, and think that I am a reliable person?"

Possant nodded, "Not only do you want to go back, but you also have to do a good job. Your lord not only has great achievements in the military, but also wants to make achievements in politics. Give full play to your advantages and try your best to solve your problems."

Oulen was a little excited by these words, and nodded again and again, "Don't worry, Master Possang, I will work hard, I will go talk to others about the reinstatement, and then discuss it with the guild president. "

The president of the guild that Oren mentioned was the eldest son of the Possant family.

"Others can say, I don't need to bother you to worry about my brother's side, I'll just go by myself." Possant corrected.

"But it is rumored that your brother has always been at odds with you. Can he listen to this kind of thing? Let me handle it."

Possant waved his hand and insisted on doing it by himself, "To tell you the truth, the conflict between the lord and my brother has reached the point of irreconcilability, and you also know that my brother likes to act on his own will, and it is easy to stand in the wrong team without going through the brain. "

"That is to say, your brother is indeed reckless and arbitrary, but..." Oulen said this, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Isn't it possible, the lord wants it?" Oulen blurted out just as he thought about it, feeling that it was inappropriate, and swallowed the words on his lips again.

Posang had no expression on his face and just calmly drank a glass of fresh fruit wine. "My lord, I have no such plans now, so don't overestimate."

"At the same time, I don't want people like you to be on the wrong team. Your lord needs you." Passant put his hand on Oren's shoulder.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Businessmen just like to take risks. Risks and benefits are always directly proportional. Even if you are reinstated, my brother will only charge the account to the lord, and will not blame you. When the time comes, just make up a fake The reason for the threat can be fooled."

Oulen was breaking out in a cold sweat when he heard it. He used to think that Possant in front of him had no chest and just had a silly smile, but he didn't expect that today's remarks would completely change his impression of him.

"Lord Possang, after listening to your high-level speech, I am enlightened. I understand what to do, please rest assured."

Possang smiled, again foolishly, "That's fine, I'll take care of your business."

(End of this chapter)