Mage? Spell Engineer!

"Sir, we have arrived at Montogre Street." The coachman slowed down: "I'm not afraid of your ridicule. I don't know much about it, and there are too many pubs and restaurants on this street. You have to look carefully for where you are. Just tell me."

"Okay." Rorschach read the introduction of the "Gold Selling Guide" on the road. The Golden Crown Tavern was originally a small hotel in Valuauna. Due to the chef's skill, catering became the main business, and it was finally converted into A small restaurant selling drinks and stews.

"Here we go, how much is it?"

"Give me sixteen coppers."

Rorschach took out a livre, retrieved four coins and got out of the car. In front of you is the place where dinner will be served. It is a three-story brick building with a pointed roof. The wooden supports are exposed. The signboard is a wine and soup pot, and a simple crown.

"Come on, young master, the wind in spring is still so cold. Can you give me some money to buy a bowl of soup." Unexpectedly, there was a beggar at the door of the tavern. His hair was disheveled and he looked down on his face. His voice was hoarse and he was talking. Several teeth were missing.

The store owner and staff are very busy and have no time to take care of their own door?

Rorschach gave the beggar the change from the grocery store and the coachman, as well as the glass bottle in his hand: "This bottle can be exchanged for three copper coins at the grocery store."

"Thank you for your kindness, young master! But I'm more likely to use it to fetch water. Are you going to the Golden Crown Tavern?"

Without waiting for Rorschach to answer, Mr. Beggar said to himself: "The jelly meat sauce here is excellent! You can't find a better one in Valois. Eat the original one first, and then the second one." Spread yellow mustard sauce on your mouth first."

"Thank you for your suggestion."

"I want to thank you, kind-hearted young master. May light and order bless you."

Be careful that the people maintaining order in the city will drive you away. Rorschach turned and entered the tavern.

The first floor is a combination of the lobby and the bar. It is now full of people, and most people have wine on the table to accompany the meal. The waiter was a girl wearing an apron. After putting down the food, she immediately greeted the new guest Rorschach: "Hello, how many are there?"

"I'm the only one, is there any room?"

"One person. If you are willing to share a table, please follow me to the second floor."

After Rorschach nodded, the receptionist led him upstairs, and the wooden spiral staircase creaked. The height of the second floor is much lower. The waiter found an empty table for four people and asked the customer if he would like to share a table.

The guest did not agree immediately. He looked up at Rorschach before agreeing. The person who agreed to share the table was a greasy-headed man. His clothes were made of very high-end materials, but he didn't care about the juices splashing from the food.

"Please order something." The receptionist handed Rorschach a piece of paper with a simple handwritten menu.

He took a quick glance and saw that they were all rural dishes from the Holy Kingdom, which were different in style from the luxury restaurant in the Tower of Starlight Torch. They were closer to the restaurant next to the market, but the prices were not cheap. The beggar uncle before was also rich.

After finding the uncle's recommendation, Rorschach started ordering: "The appetizer will be this foie gras and beef pate. The main course will be grilled turbot, and the side dish will be baked apples. What desserts do you recommend?" Rorschach is a little fond of apples. Curious about what it is.

The receptionist took a charcoal note and said, "For dessert today we only serve pudding and quince pie."

It was something Rorschach had never heard of before: "Then let's ask for the 'Wember' faction."

"It's oyster season now. Would you like half a dozen oysters as an appetizer? The sauce in our store is very unique, with the flavor of the harbor." Rorschach took a look at the dishes shared by the diners at the table. The portions were not large, so he nodded and accepted the recommendation. . It is said that in order to ensure quality, King Charles XIV of the Scorching Sun even issued a law declaring the first and last three months of each year as the "oyster season".

"You are very discerning. The meat sauce in this store is not to be missed. You are new to the restaurant, but you ordered the must-select from this store." It turns out that this is an old customer.

"That would be so lucky." There was no mobile phone during the serving time, so the wait was a wait. Luo Xia chatted with the uncle sharing the table.

"Have you ever bought stocks? This is what I do." The uncle wiped his mouth and right hand with a napkin, then took out a business card and gave it to Rorschach.

Rorschach took it and accepted it without looking at it carefully: "I tried it last year, from Shariana and Heliqiu."

"Bright! Your vision is indeed very good!" This time the stock manager was shocked: "The safest thing is only if you are willing to buy the stocks of these big companies. You see, now the prices of small shrimps are falling and going bankrupt. Only The head of the exchange is still strong”

"I haven't paid attention to it for a while. What's going on now?" Luo Xia felt that this issue's report for the bald head was worth writing.

"Liquidity, sir. It's spring now, and there are too many places that need cash. The landed aristocrats from other provinces want to withdraw their own funds and invest them in their own fields. Repair water conservancy, sow and raise seedlings. In short, now it is the people who paid for it in the past who need money. Can you understand the cyclical oscillations caused by withdrawing from the stock market?"

Rorschach nodded. The opened oysters arrived, and the sauce was indeed very distinctive. It was a vinegar sauce mixed with shallots and red vinegar. It was not too sour and rich in flavor, and it could cover up the fishy smell and bring out the deliciousness of the ingredients. Rorschach gave two coins to his deskmate and asked him to continue.

"Thank you, thank you." The manager continued to reveal: "But this is what scares the market. As you know, there are only three types of people in the stock exchange: stupid fools, stupid cowards and smart cowards. Many newly issued small stocks quickly There was no one to trade, many factories had their capital chains broken, and some speculators went bankrupt.

These junk stocks that took advantage of the popularity collapsed all of a sudden. Alas, it was early in the month, and suddenly the trading signs on one wall were taken down. They were like bubbles, blown open by the last winter wind in spring. "

"So only the top, high-quality stocks are stable." Luo Xia finished for the other party. He had seen this before. What about Jiangxiang Technology, the first stock in the universe?

"Yes, I want to have a drink with you. Now funds are concentrated in high-quality stocks, and the stock prices have risen even amid this minor setback."

"It's a pity that I don't drink." Rorschach called for fruit tea.

The pate is indeed delicious. It is different from the pate at Granol House. It is stewed beef and then frozen to allow the gelatin to re-congeal. It is unforgettable when paired with foie gras and pre-dinner bread.

When the waiter brought the main course, he brought another guest with him. He was wearing a windbreaker, leather gloves and furs. He looked dusty, as if he was in a state after a long journey.

"Can we share a table?" Both the manager and Rorschach nodded. Now only their four-person table is still available. Rorschach himself is a table sharer, so of course he will not refuse. Mr. Manager found a business opportunity: The price here is not high. Cheap, diners are his potential customers.

Mr. Windbreaker hurriedly ordered the meal, nodding and smiling at the two of them nervously.

The manager continued to chat with Rorschach while eating. Rorschach found that the main course was also delicious. The turbot had crispy skin and soft meat. What was even better was the sauce. The milk was mixed with citrus fruits. Aroma and flavor, and a hint of pepper.

Luo Xia focused on cooking, and only the manager had almost eaten. He held a wine glass in one hand and kept talking: "But the 'Winter Wind' also has other bad effects. Previously, the new workshops recruited so many people from other provinces, and some of them closed down. A stabilizing factor.

To be honest, Valuana is working too hard now, and people are not worth anything anymore. If you go to the suburbs and take a look, it's really scary. There used to be fewer sans-culottes, but now they're more numerous."

The last dishes were also served. The "ground apples" had nothing to do with apples. They were not sour or sweet, but the high-starch tubers that Rorschach often ate in the empire. The "quinces" were cut into cubes in the pie. Made into jam, it tastes very much like apples, with a rich fruity aroma.

"Are you saying that the current labor costs in Valuauna are very low?" The man in the trench coat joined the conversation, and he immediately introduced himself: "I am a mid-level partner of the Baldorom Chamber of Commerce, and I would like to know what you are talking about."

Bardorom? This is Bart's family chamber of commerce. Rorschach suddenly matched this name in his memory.

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