Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God
Chapter 715 - 506: Who is the True Moneybags_3

Chapter 715: Chapter 506: Who is the True Moneybags_3

Ten years later, Ruitawen proactively embraced Thacel’s arms, and a fatal inducement that could not be overlooked was that the Vihong Road in Amu’s terminal, Mulan, had been occupied by an army of monstrous ogres led by ogre sorcerers. The six-person council, caught up in internal power struggles, was unable to reclaim the city any time soon.

In such circumstances, Ruitawen had no choice but to seek other avenues, and the recently unified, flourishing Thacel was without a doubt an excellent choice.

Gaven and Zalanda dared to advance the construction of the road without consulting Ruitawen first, precisely because they had a firm grasp on this situation.

Little did they expect Ruitawen to possess such terrifying military strength; this would make things much easier.

Raymond claimed he was here to greet Gaven and the others, but in reality, he was here to flex his muscles.

After the muscle-flexing display, aside from a thousand Ruitawen Light Cavalry hovering around, the remaining two thousand Ruitawen Light Cavalry and the Frost Giant White Dragon Knight left.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the Frost Giant White Dragon Knight hovered hundreds of meters in the air, serving as a backdrop. Visible to all, yet without revealing its true face.

Situations like this, visible but untouchable, often instill even greater awe in people.

Upon arriving in Ruitawen City, Gaven once again was struck by Raymond’s immense wealth.

All he had to do was ask, and all products in Ruitawen were sold to them at a thirty percent discount, with the discounted amount subsidized by the city’s treasury.

Wasn’t this equivalent to sending money their way for free?

Gaven was far from polite; he not only made large purchases of the materials needed for the journey, but he also sent people to rush to Giant Dragon Bay overnight, aiming to gather scarce materials from major cities like Efanso, Pross, Taixir, and West Gate.

As long as Ruitawen had it, and the price was right, they bought in large quantities, effectively transforming the migratory army into a colossal merchant caravan.

"City Lord, he has bought out all the non-magic weapons and equipment from every weapons store; this is the list the merchants have sent."

"City Lord, he has bought out all the stock from the carriage shops..."

"City Lord, he has consumed all the low-priced grain..."

"City Lord, he has consumed all the low-priced mules and horses..."

"City Lord, an outpost of a merchant convoy has been acquired by him..."

"City Lord, he has publicly auctioned off ten Ghost Cloaks on the spot, collecting a total of two hundred and eighty thousand Gold Coins."

"City Lord..."

"City Lord..."

"City Lord..."

Raymond, initially quite interested as he faced the bills that came at him like snowflakes, would ask what else Lord Baron had bought and how much was spent.

But as the numbers mounted, Raymond grew indifferent to the details and cared only about the total amount and how much the city’s treasury had to subsidize.

He had initially thought that Gaven would be able to cough up a cash amount of two or three hundred thousand, and together with the goods he carried, muster another two or three hundred thousand Gold Coins, which would have been quite impressive.

As for the city’s subsidies, it was simply shuffling money from one hand to the other.

After all, the merchants here were obliged to pay commercial tax after a successful trade, which just happened to be thirty percent.

Yet, it was distressing to watch money that was supposed to be in his pocket gushing out like a burst dam.

He saw a city treasury official running in.

Waveing his hand in slight impatience, Raymond said, "Don’t talk about the goods, just tell me his total purchase amount. How much has it reached now?"

"Still one million five hundred and fifty-eight thousand." The city treasury official answered without a second thought.

"It hasn’t increased?" Raymond reacted, "Then why are you here?"

"The Chief Financial Officer sent me to inform the City Lord that a portion of the merchants are gathering materials, preparing to head north with the migration convoy. Should we intervene?" the city treasury official answered.

Only trades in Ruitawen were subject to commercial tax.

If a large amount of goods was transported away, it would be a potential loss for Ruitawen.

"Go back and tell Carson not to be so shortsighted. In the short term, our tax revenue might be impacted, but once this trade route is opened up, more merchants will surge in from Giant Dragon Bay, which will naturally bring us more tax revenue," Raymond responded.

Despite the heart-wrenching loss, Raymond appeared nonchalant and unbothered.

In truth, he understood that this was but a growing pain that came with the creation of a new trade route. The substantial benefits would come once merchants from the other direction started to arrive in a steady stream.

"Wait." Raymond stopped the city treasury official who was about to leave and said, "Tell Carson to come to see me directly."

"There’s no need, there’s no need, I’m already here." A rotund figure, sprinting with short legs, ran in; it was none other than Ruitawen City’s Chief Financial Officer, Carson.

While dismissing the city treasury official and continuously grumbling, Carson complained, "Lord City, the next time you make a financial commitment, could you please consult with me first? Don’t just spout things off the cuff. Do you realize how much commercial tax we’ve lost because of your words? Fifty thousand, a whole fifty thousand.

And that’s just the direct loss. We haven’t even counted the indirect loss. Plus, with these merchants taking goods away, we’re going to lose at least another fifty thousand in commercial tax..."

"Alright, enough, enough, don’t keep tallking about this chicken and egg, endlessly recursive accounting. In the beginning, it was you who calculated a loss of fifty thousand for me.

Besides, if it weren’t for the thirty percent discount, do you think he would have been so unrestrained in his purchases here?

If I’m not mistaken, many of the goods were old stock that has been backlogged for years. Don’t think I don’t know; a lot of it is our city’s trading stock.

If we were really at such a loss, you would have allowed them to be sold? If you hadn’t agreed, would they have been able to make the sale?

One hundred fifty-plus thousand, of which a full million is pure cash, helping us revitalize so much. You’re the Chief Financial Officer, you should be clearer about this than I am."

Initially, Raymond merely intended to comfort his Chief Financial Officer, but by the end of the calculation, he felt less heartache than before.