Indeed, the world has truly changed.
Before Baymard, calligraphy and writing brushes were priced at 20 Silver coins per brush ( that's 20,000 CCs).
But now... heh.
In Pyno, a single ordinary brush cost 10 copper coins.
Now, these merchants who sell brushes, also stock up on Baymardian books, pens and whatnot, selling all writing materials too.
The one thing one has to appreciate about Baymard was that it still held Calligraphy very important, by hosting Calligraphy competitions and ensuring the tradition of Calligraphy writing continued.
So you could say that at first, the prices dropped tremendously.
But after a while, they slowly started picking up again, with people heading for auction houses to purchase incredible brush sets at a whopping 1000 silver coin price sometimes.
What Baymard did was to normalize the use of calligraphy brushes, by having Calligraphy taught in schools as a mandatory course.
And just like how one spends money to buy designer bags, clothes, cars and famous paintings, those in love with calligraphy also go out of their way to spend on expensive brushes.
But ordinary brushes cost between 10~15 copper coins for 1.
At first, these brush makers thought they were losing money.
But it was only over time that they realized they now made far more money from brushes than before.
Think About it.
Even if they priced their porches very high from 5 silver coins and above, understand that the population of rich and capable people will always be far below that of the commoner population.
No.
What they realized was that opening their doors to commoners gave them a far greater yield than before.
All in all, these calligraphy brush makers soon realized the benefits of marketing to all classes of people.
Why only sell to one class?
If they could go back in time, they wished they could slap themselves silly for such stupid mistakes.
Like so, Baymard helped many understand the truth of marketing to the masses.
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As for the merchant who was spiteful, inwardly, he admitted the exportation prices were very cheap and fair for him.
But so what?
He was still annoyed by the fact that Non-treaty UN empires had different proxies to pay than treaty-signed empires.
The taxes paid were different, as well as several other wholesale aspects that irked them greatly.
(:T×T:)
Dammit!
He couldn't help wondering when his monarch, Alexander Lockhart would finally head to Baymardand sign the bloody thing.
Everyone is doing it, so what're you waiting for? Do you know how much he and others will stand to benefit from getting the treaty signed?
He wasn't just talking about exportation taxes, but other perks within Baymard as a whole.
Do you know that only UN empires can join the merchant association?
Dammit!
So much gusts and vital information is passed out there.
He learned that once a member, seminars will be held frequently to help merchants boost their businesses.
Ticks and many other aspects will be taught to them, ensuring they keep making that dough.
And sure enough, many who attended, were quick to become departing signees for these seminars.
Their business boomed, and awards were also given to those who excelled the most, with some having their businesses advertised in newspapers and even the radio and TV.
Heck!
A camera crew even visited their business, making TV specials too.
Tsk.
When thinking of it all, he wished he could strangle Alexander's neck, wanting to question what the bloody hell he was waiting for!
Don't you know UN empires have access to Baymardian ship transportation?
Don't you know UN empires get first dibs on everything new?
Don't you know how much money he would have saved up if he came from a UN empire?
For the first time, the merchant was disgusted to be from Veinitta.
...
All in all, jealousy and greed made him turn to one of the best Killer guilds, wanting them to sneak in and steal the secret manuals for telephone manufacturing.
The merchant thought about it long and hard, realizing that if he became the first one to make telephone communication a thing in Veinitta, he would automatically become the richest man in the world.
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Do you know how valuable modes of communication are in this delicate era?
Rather than wait 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and even sometimes 6 months for messengers to bring letters on horseback, why not have your message delivered in a few breaths via phone?
Sometimes, a simple 3-month trip can turn into 5 or 6 if delayed by heavy snow and other disturbances on the road like assassination attempts and injuries that force one to hide for weeks in the woods, hoping your chasers have long gone.
It was never that simple. No journey was.
Thenmetchat felt the telephone was his big break to absolute riches, not knowing there was so much more involving telephone Communications he could never dream of doing alone wires buried underground, control rooms, the making of actual wires, understanding electricity, making resistors, and so many aspects.
For electricity, he asked them to also steal the means of making solar panels, hoping to charge the phones like charging the solar TVs.
Well, he thought they were the same.
All in all, it's been 2 years, and 4 months since the merchant requested their help, and since then, no killer sent to Baymard had ever returned.
Everything was getting more and more worrying, seeing that every Wing Claw Guild member they sent never returned.
This was when they, including their boss, decided to head to Baymard personally, not to steal the manufacturing tech inquest but to see just how dangerous this place was if it could deal with their well-trained men so easily.
Seeing the giants and many other people of color here, they once again confirmed that Baymard wasn't strong but well guarded by these UN empires.
Yes.
They came to scout the place for themselves before heading back to Veinitta and devising a good enough plan for their next attack.
But just when they thought they saw it all, Baymard launches giant birds into the air, causing them to fall silent, but not for too long.
They felt their earlier failures stemmed from the fact that they didn't take their opponent seriously, only sending 1 killer at a time.
But now, if they go back and send tens and thousands of their men here, who do you think will win?
Hehehehehehe~
Seeing their eyes glowing with uncontrollable greed, the group looked at each other tactfully.
"Leader, I guess we'll be dropping the telephone matter and stealing aircraft manufacturing for ourselves soon, right?"
With a light chuckle, their leader leaned back very relaxed, already seeing himself flying sky-high in one of those planes.
"Yes... And they will never see it coming."
Hmph.
Who was Baymard to own such technologies?
Only people like them deserve to have aircraft!
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