"Boss! Two more large glasses of black beer!"


    Sotana looked around and found that there was indeed someone who raised his glass and drank with the person who first proposed a toast, and most of the people sitting did not show dissatisfaction. The imaginary refutation and scolding did not appear. Such a reaction made him frown without trace.


    Closed country, numb people


    Such an idea flashed by. Soon, he pressed down the resentment born out of thin air, hung a smile like an ordinary drinker on his face, raised his feet over the carved threshold of solid wood and began to walk in.


    Different from the cold city streets at night, the business of this tavern was more popular and lively than expected. He saw the waiters running around without touching the ground.


    According to sotana''s rough calculation, there are at least more than 70 customers here in addition to the employees of the tavern itself. This number is very exaggerated in a tavern in a remote city, and most of these customers stick their hips tightly to the seats and stare at the table like enchanted eyes.


    "Attendant, come to me!"


    "You stink like a leprosy dwarf."


    ……


    One voice after another came into sotana''s ear. For those words he didn''t understand, he didn''t look around in a hurry, but looked for a place to sit down and ordered a glass of wine at the right price.


    Soon he got the wine he wanted. The waiter''s attitude was not good, perhaps because he was too busy and didn''t have the flattering smile that sotana was used to - even after he put the silver coins into the other party''s tray.


    He picked up the wine and took a sip. HMM ~ ~ ~ to tell you the truth, the taste is really bad. Not to mention the grape red and brandy exported by the zedi dwarves, even the wine made by some small workshops in the trading city, the inferior wine here can''t be compared with it.


    Sotana looked around. The decoration style of the tavern was good and barely pleasing to the eye, but the service was too poor and the wine and food were single and boring. Although some bards played the harp, there was no favorite singer and dancer of men.


    From the current experience, there is no place that can make him feel good, which is not enough to attract such a large number of customers. The keen business smell tells sotana that the only thing that can make this place noisy is the magical magic of cards.


    He began to lean towards the next table.


    This table may be the table with the largest number of onlookers. The reason for the onlookers is that a guy dressed as an adventurer is quickly tearing open packets of sealed cards.


    "Hahaha! Your luck is worse than I thought."


    The man next to sotana took a glass and poured it into his mouth. He said to the adventurer sitting in his seat. He noticed that this man was just one of those stupid and bad words, so he drew some distance without a trace.


    "There is a lot of uncertainty about luck, but I believe my luck is about to turn. The next package should be no problem. At least it is rare and epic."


    The adventurer rubbed his hands, put the checked cards aside, and skillfully untied the paper seal of another card package.


    "It''s the next package. This is the twelfth package. Little antuso, are you ready to sell your enchanted sword?"


    "Shut up! Shameless man!"


    Hearing this, the adventurer suddenly stared at me with awe inspiring momentum: "the guy who plays the pastoral position doesn''t deserve to talk to me!"


    Then, as cards passed by, the former momentum of the adventurer suddenly disappeared. His face became very lost and slowly collapsed on the seat: "... I shouldn''t have gone into the pub three years ago."


    There was a good laugh around.


    But sotana noticed more.


    Gambler psychology, he said to himself in his heart that he had carefully read those small pieces of paper, whether the ordinary version or the so-called collection version. Although he had excellent painting skills, clever color matching, and even unique vocal design, sotana knew that these were not the reasons for its success.


    The real core of this card called elegy card lies in a series of rules and playing methods around it. That is what he thinks is really valuable and reflects the skill of its creator, which is worth learning by every businessman.


    The scene here just died down and was lit in an instant.


    "Wow! Legend!" a low cry sounded from another table, followed by a high pitched and exciting card line: "I am the train king!"


    When the card with golden crystal at the core appeared, the crowd immediately made a commotion and all crowded towards the table to see which lucky man had such good luck.


    Sotana was startled by the crazy people, but he also followed, as the floating crowd crowded to the front with the help of the guards.


    The owner of the card was a young boy. He was shabby and patched. He was only 13 or 14 years old. Seeing so many people coming up at once, the boy looked nervous and cowered close to the seat, hiding the card behind him for protection.


    There was only an open card bag on his desk.


    "The Dragon God is on! The child only has an expansion pack? A card. He has issued a legendary card. It is the blessing of the gods. Little anttuso is expected to cry."


    "Even if it is an ordinary version of the legend card, its value is difficult to estimate, not to mention the legend in the expansion package of the tuhara desert series just released. If this card is sold, the child will live a carefree life at least until he reaches adulthood."


    "Renoir, the train king, heard that Mr. Warren was struggling to find this card and said he wanted to form a set of cards called ''fast break'' to show his skills in the upcoming competitive competition."


    People talk about it one after another, including envy, jealousy, friendliness, hostility and so on.


    Sotana took something very important from these gossip. What did he hear? Can a card made for entertainment protect a child''s life from the age of 14 to adulthood?


    This seemed strange to him, an outsider, but these northerners took it for granted.


    There is only one possibility to produce such an effect - this card has been widely recognized in Beidi and has considerable market demand. In circulation, people recognize its value and are willing to pay for its high price.


    To this extent, in a sense, this "legend" card already has characteristics similar to precious metal and magic metal, and can replace money at some times.


    It''s incredible. You know, these are man-made industrial products. The production cost of such a card is less than ten copper plates!


    Sotana cried in his heart. He thought these people were crazy and had gone too far.


    But when he calmed down and thought deeply, he found that it was not impossible, but the premise was that the creator of cards had reached the level of perfection and had the ability to rule the whole market. Under the subtle influence, these northerners were unaware of such a terrible thing.


    If he were to operate it, sotana would think he could not do it even if his Crete business group fully supported it regardless of cost. Not to mention the whole northern region, even a completely closed city that does not communicate with the outside world, it is difficult to control the whole market.


    Thinking of these, heartfelt admiration surged out of his heart like a sea tide, which can be called a miracle in the business history of ayladia. He was eager to see the dominant side of things. Even if it was just a few words of teaching, he was willing to offer rich rewards.