Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 592 - 465 Secret Bid for Warhorses_3

Chapter 592: Chapter 465 Secret Bid for Warhorses_3

Once they received triple the salary, they were essentially in a hire relationship. Ten or eight Gold Coins, they wouldn’t even consider them, but owing a favor to a young tycoon, now that was valuable.

Their identities were fully verified, and they came from more prominent backgrounds than expected.

"Then I’ll trouble you, just stand by my side later, and help me introduce their specific situations one by one," Gaven didn’t expose their scheming because, in this place, he had many areas where he needed their help.

"No problem," Ella readily agreed, as she was an unquestionable local influencer, utterly familiar with the local horse-raising families.

When the tavern door opened, the heads of the horse-raising families poured in, led by Gaven’s old acquaintance Oliela, acting today as a middleman familiar to both parties. With Ella’s assistance from behind, Gaven quickly grasped the basic concept of Anfield Village’s horse business.

The horse-raising business in Anfield Village had two leaders. One was the Roinhein Clan, known for their fast horses, mainly light breeds with heavy ones secondarily, plus a small number of unique flying warhorses.

The other leader was the Yilzimer Family, renowned for producing horses for knightly duels, primarily engaged in Demon Cultivation of various heavy breeds, with light ones secondarily.

These two families possessed half the total number of warhorses in Anfield Village, so their influence was pivotal. As long as an agreement was reached with them, the other families and independent horse farms generally followed their lead.

"May I ask, Mr. Gaven, how many warhorses are you looking to purchase specifically?" A middle-aged man in a sharply tailored suit, meticulous from head to toe like a standard noble, was actually one of the most formidable individuals here, a Mage named Anbala, at least level fifteen, who managed Roinhein affairs here and was also Oliela and her companions’ teacher and guardian.

"May I be so bold as to ask, how many horses can Anfield Village provide for sale all at once?" Gaven replied with a question of his own.

"That..." Mage Anbala hesitated, then spoke candidly, "Since no one has ever asked this question, we’ve never tallied, but I can give you an estimated number based on our family’s horse farm. A thousand Heavy Warhorses, two thousand light warhorses, and three thousand nags for carriages should be ready within ten days with no major issue. If given a month’s grace, the number could increase by another thirty percent."

Gaven nodded, "What about the method of transaction?"

"There are two methods for large-scale warhorse transactions. One is that we drive the horses to the City of Brilliance, and you bring over the goods for trade, or pay in cash directly. The second method is that we drive the horses to a location designated by you for the trade, but the price will certainly be disparate, as there is significant consumption during transportation." Mage Anbala replied.

"I see," Gaven mused, "Please return and compile a list of the various horses and their prices you can offer, calculating the price as if I were to pick them up from your horse farm myself and transport the goods to the City of Brilliance in exchange for your specified goods.

I will decide whether or not to sign a purchasing agreement based on your prices. Once the agreement is signed, I will send someone to your horse farm to collect the horses after two ten-day periods, so please prepare accordingly."

Even if he was not adept at business, he wouldn’t foolishly discuss prices with a group of horse farm managers. He outright adopted a method of silent bidding, neither clearly stating the number of horses he needed, nor his target price, leaving it all to their own judgment—but the decision to buy still rested with him.

For the finer details of the deal, he planned to bring in more professional personnel from his domain and allowed his people time to thoroughly investigate Anfield Village and the surrounding horse markets, especially regarding prices.

The horse farm owners in attendance couldn’t help but exchange glances, seemingly each seeing sparks in the others’ eyes.

Those who managed a horse farm were no fools and immediately sensed the cunningness of this method—it was clear he wanted to intensify the competition among them to gain the maximum benefit.

As for uniting to hike up prices, that was easier said than done. Often, they would agree on a high price but then undercut it in their own quotes, aiming to land the contract alone, which ultimately led to confrontation.

Unless there was a dominant monopoly in play, where no one dared to sell without its lead, collusion was difficult to achieve.

Clearly, this was not the case with Anfield’s horse-raising industry.

"Let’s decide on this matter then," Mage Anbala smiled, "Additionally, we have a small favor to ask. We’ve heard that you’ve acquired the true art of mixology from Master Krewen, the ability to create cocktails that can bring a person to tears. Could we have the privilege of witnessing your skills and tasting it for ourselves?"

"I apologize, not that I don’t want to, but I have already run out of Ghost Grape Wine used to mix the Heart-Viewing Cocktail." Gaven spoke apologetically, "How about this? Once we sign the contract, I will certainly bring the Ghost Grape Wine along to celebrate our deal."

"It seems we have no choice but to wait. In that case, we won’t impose any further and will take our leave."

The horse farm owners came in haste and left just as quickly, rushing back to their horse farms to tally the warhorses available for sale.

The real challenge was the pricing.

What price should they quote to not only entice him to buy their horses, but also to maximize their own profit? Indeed, it was a mind-boggling problem.

When it was heard that Roinhein’s Female mage had stayed by the young man’s side as a companion, touring around Anfield Village, many Horse Farm Owners cursed Mage Anbala outright for his old, sly fox tactics—a seduction ploy to extract information directly from the young man.