Episode-162

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Opening Chapter 159 of "My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!": Chapter : 323 Lloyd stared at her, a profound, almost startling, sense of connection flashing between... Read on for more!

Chapter : 323 Lloyd stared at her, a profound, almost startling, sense of connection flashing between them. She saw it. She saw the same thing he did. She had looked at the situation not with emotion, not with outrage, but with the cold, hard eyes of a strategist, and she had seen the deeper, hidden game at play. She understood that this wasn't just about a few disgruntled merchants. This was about their true enemies. The ones who lurked in the shadows. Rubel. The Altamiras. The ghosts from his past. He didn't need to explain. He didn't need to convince her. She had reached the same logical, terrifying conclusion on her own. “I know,” he said finally, his voice a quiet, grim acknowledgment. And for a long moment, they simply stood there, in the ruined, moonlit training hall, enveloped in a shared, unspoken understanding. The awkward heir and the Ice Princess. The soap-maker and the sword-maiden. Two strangers, bound by a contract, separated by a universe of silence and secrets. But in that moment, they were something else. They were two strategists, two warriors, acknowledging the presence of a hidden, common, and very, very dangerous, enemy. The silence between them was no longer one of distance; it was one of shared, cold, calculating resolve. The next day, the air in the Elixir Manufactory’s main office was thick with the scent of ambition and freshly brewed, surprisingly decent, tea (a Tisha-mandated improvement). The eight former conspirators, now the charter members of the AURA Distribution Partnership, sat on one side of a long oak table, their faces a mixture of anxious hope and profound, almost fearful, respect. They looked less like disgraced merchants and more like converts at their first sermon, waiting for a prophet to reveal the path to salvation. On the other side of the table sat the formidable board of Ferrum’s Cleansing Elixirs. Lloyd, at the head, projected a quiet, confident authority that was a world away from the awkward youth they had conspired against. To his right sat Mei Jing, her face a mask of cool, professional efficiency, a stack of freshly drafted partnership deeds before her. To his left sat Tisha, her warm, empathetic smile a disarming counterpoint to Mei Jing’s sharp intensity. And behind them, like silent, imposing pillars of expertise, stood Master Elmsworth and Grand Master Grimaldi, their presence lending an almost academic gravity to the proceedings. Jasmin, looking nervous but proud, stood by a side table, holding a slate board and a piece of charcoal, ready to take minutes. It was a setup unlike any they had ever encountered. This wasn't a noble’s audience chamber, where one knelt and begged for favor. This felt... different. It felt like a corporate board meeting. A concept for which they had no name, but whose intimidating, professional atmosphere they understood instinctively. Lloyd let the silence stretch for a moment, allowing the weight of the new dynamic to settle. He surveyed the anxious faces before him. Marcus, the Bathhouse owner, was practically wringing his hands. The old Washerman’s Guild Master looked as if he might faint. “Gentlemen,” Lloyd began, his voice calm, level, devoid of any hint of triumph or recrimination. “Thank you for coming. Yesterday, we discussed the... circumstances... that led to our recent misunderstanding.” The understatement was so profound it was almost comical, and a few of the men flinched. “Today, we put that behind us. Today, we discuss the future. Our shared future.” He gestured to Mei Jing, who began to speak, her voice crisp and clear. “As Lord Lloyd has so generously offered, you are to be our first, and for the time being, our only, official service and distribution partners for the AURA brand within the capital. This is a position of immense potential profit. But it also comes with... responsibilities.” She slid one of the elegant oak-and-steel dispensers to the center of the table. It gleamed under the light, a symbol of the luxury they were all now chasing. “First, let us establish the baseline. The value.” She looked at them, her dark eyes sharp, analytical. “The retail price for our Royal Rosemary Elixir, housed in this standard dispenser, has been set. It is a premium product, a symbol of status. As such, its price reflects its exclusivity.” She paused, then delivered the number with a flat, unapologetic finality that made several of the men gasp. “Five Gold Coins.” Chapter : 324 A wave of despair washed over the eight men. Five Gold Coins! It was a staggering sum, a price far beyond the reach of any commoner, a significant indulgence even for a wealthy merchant. They had thought this was a lifeline. Now it felt like a cruel joke. How could they possibly build a business on a product so expensive? They could never afford to buy it in sufficient quantity to stock their establishments, let alone sell it at a profit. Marcus, the Bathhouse owner, found his voice, a desperate, pleading squeak. “My lord... Lady Mei Jing... five Gold Coins? Per bottle? It is... it is an impossible sum! We... we could never afford to purchase enough to make it a viable service! Our clients... they would scoff at such a price for a simple wash!” The other men murmured in frantic agreement, their newfound hope crumbling into familiar, bitter despair. Lloyd listened to their panicked protests, a faint, almost pitying smile touching his lips. He let their despair build for a moment, then held up a hand, instantly commanding silence. “You misunderstand the model, Master Marcus,” Lloyd said gently. “As I said yesterday, you are not our competition. You are our partners. And as such,” his smile widened, “you will not be paying retail.” The eight merchants stared at Lloyd, a fragile, desperate hope flickering anew in their eyes. Not retail? What did that even mean? Commerce, in their experience, was a simple, brutal equation: you bought a product for one price, and you sold it for a slightly higher one. The idea of a ‘partner’s rate’ was a foreign, almost alien, concept. Lloyd leaned forward, adopting the patient, instructive tone of a professor explaining a new, revolutionary theory to a class of eager, if slightly slow, students. “You are correct, Master Marcus. Selling a five-gold-coin wash to your average client would be... difficult. It is not a sustainable model for a service-based business like yours.” He picked up the dispenser, turning it over in his hands. “But,” he continued, his voice dropping, drawing them in, “you are not retailers. You are not simply selling a bottle of soap. You are selling an experience. A taste of luxury. And for that, the model must be different.” He looked at Mei Jing, who took over seamlessly, her voice a sharp, clear counterpoint to Lloyd’s more philosophical tone. “Let us discuss the terms of our partnership, gentlemen,” she said, her dark eyes sweeping over their anxious faces. “The five-gold-coin price is the established retail value, the price a noble might pay if they were, by some miracle, able to purchase a dispenser directly. It establishes the brand’s value. It sets the anchor for its prestige. But it is not your price.” She slid a piece of parchment across the table, a neatly written proposal penned in Alaric’s meticulous script. “As our exclusive service partners, you will be able to purchase the initial, filled dispenser for your establishments at a preferential rate of four Gold Coins.” A low murmur went through the men. Four Gold. Still a massive sum, but a discount nonetheless. A significant one. “This initial purchase,” Mei Jing continued, “is your investment. It is the cost of entry into the AURA partnership. It allows you to display the iconic dispenser, to signal to your clients that you are a purveyor of the highest quality.” She paused, then delivered the true masterstroke of Lloyd’s plan. “But you will not be selling this dispenser. You will be selling what is inside it. And the cost for you to replenish that precious elixir... will be significantly lower.” She tapped another line on the parchment. “Subsequent refills of the Royal Rosemary Elixir, a volume equivalent to the full dispenser, will be available to you, our partners, for a cost of only eighty Silver Coins.” The room fell silent as the eight men processed the numbers, their minds, so accustomed to simple markups, struggling to grasp the new, revolutionary model being presented. Eighty Silver. Less than one Gold Coin. For a product with an established retail value of five. The potential profit margin was... promising. Tisha, who had been standing silently by the wall, stepped forward, her warm, empathetic smile putting the confused merchants at ease. “Perhaps I can illustrate, my lords,” she said, her voice clear and practical. She addressed Marcus directly. “Master Marcus, how many clients visit your bathhouse on an average day?” “F-fifty, perhaps sixty, on a good day,” he stammered.

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