As soon as Grand Duke Liam was mentioned, Richard became a bit more serious, but still refused to give up:
"Fine, out of respect for the Grand Duke, we’ll split the white liquor one to nine."
Without asking, Corbin knew who got one and who got nine: "No way. Three to seven."
"Forget it, I’m too lazy to argue with you. Two to eight. Any more nonsense and you won’t get a drop. If you can beat me, just come and rob me." Richard waved his hand irritably.
Eric watched the whole process. This development was completely different from what he had imagined. You guys just divided it up like that? Wait a minute, I haven’t stated the price yet!
His head shook back and forth following the two sides speaking. Hesitating for a moment, he said:
"Actually, you two don’t need to fight. We have brewed quite a lot of white liquor. It’s just that most of this batch has been sold, so not much is left, but at least I can sell you a few tons. After the harvest, I will brew a new batch. Next year when you come, the quantity will be even greater..."
Since there were no tools to measure by the liter, he could only apply the method of selling by the catty. One catty of white liquor had a volume of approximately 1.2 liters.
"A few tons?"
"Next year even more?"
The two exclaimed in unison.
After receiving Eric’s firm nod, Richard happily slapped Corbin heavily on the shoulder, almost knocking him onto the table.
"Since there’s so much, I’ll yield to you this time. Let’s split it half and half!"
Only then did the two remember they hadn’t asked for the price yet. Corbin regretted it endlessly. He had lost his composure like that; would the Hadu tribe take the opportunity to raise the price? It was all that rude fellow Richard’s fault!
But since he intended to use fine wine to raise the merchant guild’s reputation, Corbin was prepared to be ripped off.
As long as the price wasn’t too outrageous, he was willing to buy. Provided it was managed well, this kind of fine wine, comparable to the works of high-ranking brewmasters, would certainly turn a profit when sold.
He looked cautiously at Eric and said, "I still haven’t asked Lord Patriarch, what is the price of the white liquor?"
Actually, white liquor didn’t consume that many raw materials. One catty of sorghum could yield about half a catty of white liquor. It was just that the process was complicated; completing three distillations and three fermentations took a lot of time.
The current batch of white liquor in the tribe couldn’t wait for three distillations and three fermentations. The first run of liquor had a higher alcohol content and was stronger.
Eric also had a headache about how to price it.
If he priced it high, he felt a bit guilty. Moreover, he didn’t understand what the price of wine was in this other world, or how his wine compared to other types. If he priced it low, he was afraid it would affect future profits...
He said with a headache, "President Corbin, you know more about wine than I do. You set the price."
Corbin calculated in his mind. Buying a bottle of wine from other high-ranking brewmasters, about one catty, cost anywhere from five hundred to a thousand gold coins, or even more expensive.
The Hadu tribe’s white liquor tasted good, true, but there weren’t many nobles who could accept strong spirits. If he could sell it for five hundred gold coins, that would already be not bad. Furthermore, he had to deduct transport costs, packaging...
The price given to the Hadu tribe couldn’t be too low either. If he angered the other party and they canceled the deal, his regret would be too late.
Thinking it over, he gritted his teeth and held up three fingers toward Eric:
"Three hundred gold coins a catty. I can’t go higher. I still have to find craftsmen to make wine bottles, and on this journey..."
Blah blah blah. Eric didn’t hear a word of what followed. Only one sentence repeated in his ears: three hundred gold coins a catty...
One catty of white liquor for three hundred gold coins. That was equal to selling three tons of potato vermicelli and three tons of mung bean vermicelli!
The most important thing was that the tribe didn’t have that much potato vermicelli and mung bean vermicelli, but he had plenty of this expensive white liquor. After adding distilled water, there were at least over two tons!
Eric quickly calculated in his mind. Oh my god, just this amount of liquor alone, he could earn over sixty thousand gold coins...
This enormous wealth made Eric dizzy. Even in his dreams, he never expected to earn so much money. This time, he had originally just planned to test the waters for the tribe’s future products; he didn’t think he would earn much.
Even because the tribe now had quite a few more people and everything was consumed quickly, Eric had planned to try to exchange for more spices and fabric. Especially spices; things like star anise, pepper, and bay leaves were indispensable, and these things were not cheap.
He was afraid the furs and magic nuclei he prepared wouldn’t be enough. Unexpectedly, just the white liquor alone brought back so much money.
In his previous life, Eric hadn’t saved up sixty thousand yuan until he died, let alone sixty thousand gold coins.
He remembered that in his previous life, the price of gold was rising. He wondered how much this amount of gold coins was worth.
Working like a dog earned him little money, but unexpectedly, upon transmigrating, he struck it rich relying on home-brewed sorghum liquor. It was truly fantastical.
Richard’s expression didn’t change, but he clicked his tongue incessantly in his heart. Corbin was still as cunning as ever. Wanting to buy wine for just this many gold coins - he could only get away with it because he met a Beastman. If it were a high-ranking brewmaster, they would definitely have someone beat this guy out the door and never let him approach again.
Although he thought this, if the Snow Wolf agreed to this price, buying the wine himself would be a bargain. The gold coins saved could buy quite a bit more wine.
Don’t look at him being a Golden Knight and seeming to have rich assets; whether it was his mount, armor, or the greatsword on his body, all required gold coins for maintenance.
Although they said warriors were thriftier than mages, it depended on the rank. At his level, everything cost money. Now his new mount still had no trace; if there really was a suitable one, he would have to pay a sky-high price again. The rate of burning money was comparable to a mage.
Coming to the Fantasy Continent this time, besides protecting the Halun merchant group, he also wanted to find Dwarves to exchange for purple gold ore.
His new armor lacked only this kind of ore. Yet he had searched through large and small human kingdoms and couldn’t find this type of ore. It could be said there was a price but no market.
Searching from last year to this year, passing through quite a few Dwarf tribes, unfortunately, he didn’t find any. He didn’t know if they really didn’t have it or just didn’t want to trade.
Everyone knew that Dwarves hated humans to the bone. Trading with them now was also for living necessities; otherwise, they would never accept them coming close.
Richard didn’t want to use force to threaten the Dwarves. One, he didn’t want to; two, there was the protection of the Elf race and the Golden Kingdom. If he acted against the Dwarves, even if no one knew in the short term, it would be discovered sooner or later.
At that time, besides never being able to set foot on the Fantasy Continent again, he would be wanted by the Elf race and the Golden Kingdom. It would even implicate the Halun merchant group, preventing them from setting foot on the Fantasy Continent too.
At that time, Grand Duke Liam wouldn’t spare him either. In short, the consequences were very serious.
But just now, he seemed to hear this young patriarch say there were Dwarves in his tribe... Richard’s eyes flashed with a thoughtful gleam, and the look he gave Eric became complicated.