Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 661 - 488 Aftertaste_3

Chapter 661: Chapter 488 Aftertaste_3

After hearing the entire trading method, Gaven fully understood what the horse farm owners were up to.

They had set their sights on his Ghost Grape Wine, recognizing its huge potential for appreciation and wanting to get involved.

If they were simply competing with other wine merchants, they definitely had no advantages.

However, they could use a large number of warhorses to make a reservation, using the current selling price, and they priced the warhorses relatively high.

Should they succeed, the profit would be absolutely enormous. They would profit from both ends, gaining from both the warhorses and the premium on the Ghost Grape Wine.

"Do you realize the huge risk you would be taking by doing this?" Gaven asked in return.

He deemed himself quite audacious, but compared to the horse farm owners from Anfield Village, he seemed overly cautious.

Even on Earth, a society with a relatively high security coefficient and a sound credit system, transactions involving millions must be treated with the utmost care when payment follows delivery.

Not to mention, in Felen’s world rife with crises and where trust between people is severely lacking.

Even in a face-to-face, cash-and-carry transaction, one must be cautious to avoid being swindled, let alone a deal involving credit.

Situations without risk did exist, but they were almost always with regular customers who had assets for collateral.

Not someone like Gaven, who was transacting for the first time.

And this was merely the risk associated with trust.

Beyond this, there was the risk of the goods depreciating in value.

If the price of Ghost Grape Wine appreciated, all was well. But if it depreciated massively, the risk would fall entirely on them.

Of course, this was a hypothetical scenario.

Gaven was very confident in the Ghost Grape Wine; guaranteeing a permanent monopoly on this Magic Grape Wine was something he dared not promise.

But maintaining a monopoly for another year, until next year’s abundant grape harvest, seemed almost a certainty.

After all, it involved an entirely new magic process. Attempting to explore and replicate it would take time, especially with an agricultural product bound by the farming calendar, making research time even more limited.

By the time they figured it out, it would take one or two years, then another year or two to prepare the unique environment required for large-scale production, the vineyards.

As for the market, Gaven was likewise not worried.

He now had mastered the optimal use for the Ghost Grape Wine. Even if not a single bottle sold, he would figure out a way to use it himself.

After all, relative to the vast market of Felen, the total production of Ghost Grape Wine was pitifully small.

After this assessment, it occurred to him that he, the owner of the Ghost Grape Wine, was less aware of his product’s massive appreciation potential than a group of horse merchants.

"We are aware of the risks, which is why we do not plan to bear them alone. All the horse merchants from Anfield Village will share the burden," Mage Anbala said with a smile, "We are also aware of the substantial profits should we succeed. However, given the risks, we have a few minor additional conditions."

"Let’s hear them," Gaven’s interest was piqued by these horse merchants, and he was very keen to see what strategies they had come up with.

"First, the contract signing will not take place in Anfield Village, but in the Weizemay Manor in the Three Rivers Region. It’s not that we distrust Mr. Gaven, but we need to further verify your identity, to ensure there are no mistakes on this matter."

"That’s simple; Weizemay Manor welcomes visitors at any time." Gaven nodded in understanding, the more detailed the other party’s preparation, the more he believed in their sincerity and that they had come well-prepared, rather than harboring ulterior motives.

"Next, when the contract is signed, you will need to put up Weizemay Manor as collateral. If there is a problem on your end during the transaction, we have the right to dispose of the manor," Mage Anbala seamlessly introduced a new condition.

"Mr. Anbala, you truly are crafty. I was worried about the risks being too great for you, but it seems you’ve shifted all the risk onto me. You just supply the warhorses and are guaranteed a profit, and at the very least, you still have the chance to reluctantly take over my Weizemay Manor," Gaven realized his previous concerns were unwarranted—they were businessmen, after all, motivated by profit, and would not take on such great risks without having thought of ways to offload them in order to make a substantial profit.

They probably hoped the Ghost Grape Wine would encounter problems.

Then they could conveniently move into Weizemay Manor. What’s more valuable, a golden egg or the goose that lays golden eggs?

What they were plotting wasn’t essentially different from the merchants of Sambia, only their methods were more sophisticated.

"Mr. Gaven jests, this is merely a precautionary measure we’ve thought of. We still hope that the transaction will be successful," Mage Anbala said with a smile.

Gaven couldn’t argue and continued, "Are there any other conditions? Lay them all out for me to hear."