Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 609 - 471: One must save oneself, part 2

Chapter 609: Chapter 471: One must save oneself, part 2

Although this item was rare, it was not impossible to obtain, especially when they showcased their formidable energies.

If they didn’t have at least one piece of spatial equipment, it might actually lead people to underestimate them.

Mother Gao Ser’s Portable Dimensional Hole also had a considerable capacity; at least a hundred bottles of Ghost Grape Wine were easily packed into it.

After the transaction was complete, Mother Gao Ser laughed and asked, "Now in the City of Brilliance, Ghost Grape Wine is priced at 321 a bottle, totaling 32,000, how do you plan on settling the bill?"

"There’s no hurry for that, let’s keep it with the lady for now. In the future, there will be a great many things I’ll need the lady’s assistance with. By then, I might have to put it on your tab," Gaven said, where 32,000 had already become a trivial amount.

Compared to this sum of cash, in Anfield Village Mother Gao Ser’s good name was actually more useful and could accomplish far more than the 32,000 Gold Coins.

Mother Gao Ser, astute as she was, immediately understood, smiling and saying, "Whatever you need help with, just let me know."

"There actually is something of some urgency," Gaven spoke bluntly, "I need the lady’s help introducing me to local, reliable food merchants. The number of Gnolls I’m transferring over might be quite sizable, and we’ll need a steady source of food."

"That’s an easy one," Mother Gao Ser answered without hesitation, "Anfield Village is not only a horse-raising site for the City of Brilliance but also their main food basket, especially for vegetables, supplying at least half of the City of Brilliance’s needs. And of that half, the Amakael Family controls half."

The Amakael Family dealt fairly in their business and had close ties with me. As long as you have the money, obtaining a sufficient supply of foodstuffs isn’t difficult.

However, before your number of Gnolls reaches a hundred, there’s really no need for that. You just need to release the news and those Anfield villagers will deliver vegetables and food right to your doorstep."

This approach, compared to bulk purchasing, is a bit more troublesome, but it has a beneficial side effect: not only are prices relatively affordable, it also deepens your rapport with the villagers.

After all, this is about bringing real benefits to them."

"Understood. Then we will go with the second method you mentioned," Gaven quickly decided, "I will arrange for someone to specifically handle this."

This task was straightforward. Their Gnolls would definitely have a specialized Cook Team that dealt with these affairs. The only difference this time was the addition of a procurement officer.

For this position, it wasn’t quite suitable to use a Gnoll. It didn’t necessarily have to be one of their own; they could easily hire a local resident from Anfield Village.

No, that’s not right, the thought process was incorrect.

The Gnoll Cook Team didn’t need to be assigned this time.

Instead, they would directly recruit local personnel to form a Human Cook Team.

For the tavern reconstruction work, due to security concerns, Gaven definitely wouldn’t use people from Anfield Village; he would transfer people from his own territories.

And the Anfield villagers might not even be willing to work there, given that it was a place frequented by ghosts.

But the peripheral tasks could employ the villagers of Anfield.

Not only would this save time on transferring people from afar, but most importantly, it created job opportunities for the locals, tightening their bonds even more.

If they had the opportunity to earn money from you, their aversion towards you would be much lighter.

Furthermore, in some matters, locals indeed had advantages over their own people when dealing with situations.

Gaven’s approach of considering Anfield Village’s interests in everything he did won him widespread acclaim, and naturally, his integration was swift.

For important positions like food procurement, which was relatively lucrative, he naturally wouldn’t casually hire unknown Anfield villagers, but rather start with those he was familiar with.

For instance, the waitresses from Deer Horn Pot Tavern were very willing to take on this side job.

Krewen was easy to talk to; as long as it didn’t interfere with the tavern’s business, he turned a blind eye. The tavern’s business was always unstable, so he saw no need to prevent the girls from making some extra money.

Even the courtesans from Joy Hall were excellent employment candidates.

The more Gaven interacted with them, the more he realized that Mother Gao Ser’s courtesans were not just pretty faces without any substance.

Many of them were talented, and their skills were not limited to song and dance, but included literacy, accountancy, and other commercial techniques, likely in preparation for accompanying traders on their journeys.

In time, they wouldn’t merely serve as entertainers.

As the saying goes, opportunity comes to those who are prepared.

The more prepared you are, the more opportunities you have.

That was exactly the case with these courtesans.

What Gaven’s ranks lacked most were indeed such individuals.

If they were willing to abandon their current lifestyles, chasing after immediate pleasures, Gaven indeed had numerous positions to offer them.

As his foothold expanded, he was no longer merely satisfied with being a raw material supplier, but began to venture into the commercial field, considering a monopoly.

With his thoughts fully aligned, Gaven seized the moment to discuss the matter with Mother Gao Ser: "Lady, although my interactions with you have been brief, your Joy Hall and your girls make a distinctly different impression from most other such establishments.

If the lady is inclined to arrange a better future for them, why confine them to the Joy Hall?"

When the topic reached this point, a fleeting bitterness crossed Mother Gao Ser’s face. She smiled and said, "Young man, that’s quite the armchair criticism. If I had your talent for expanding territories, do you think I would let these girls stay stuck in the mire?"