On December 17, 1645, on the eve of the Holy Land Festival, the small town of Lorma was particularly lively and noisy.

The new team has been on the stage for three months, and the city is booming and thriving.

Countless houses sprouted like mushrooms after the rain, rising from the ground, the surrounding forests were cut down and turned into newly built residential areas, and newly built roads turned the city into neat chessboards. If you bent down and take a closer look, you will find that every stone brick has the words "1645, made by Luo'er Chamber of Commerce".

Now the landmark building of Lorma City is no longer a towering sacred church or a renovated town hall, but the University of Lorma being expanded. Its predecessor was the Lorma Branch of the Fatigan Theological Seminary. Since the "Heavenly Liberation Order", almost all scholars in the Great Sixth have begun to concentrate on this city of free thought and free academic freedom. After asking for instructions on the Fatigan Town Hall and the Church, the City Hall decided to expand on the original site and build a brand new comprehensive university. The Chamber of Commerce of Black Holy Land voluntarily undertakes this project and is expected to be completed by June next year.

Among all the stories of Lorma, Tuscano Wine Company is undoubtedly the most typical one.

Its predecessor was the Tuscano Plantation, an orchard with a scale but poor efficiency. After the current boss Markov took over the orchard, he made a series of dazzling and gambling decisions, and some even gambled all the money and life, but without exception, they all gambled right. This surprised all the bystanders waiting to see the joke.

On the verge of bankruptcy, he moved the Roll Chamber of Commerce with his perfect tongue and made up his mind to cooperate with him.

He raised enough funds based on his personal reputation, and slashed his head into the "iapp1e" plan hosted by the city hall, which was unwilling to be paid for by many money to buy winemaking technology, and from then on it soared into the sky.

"This is first attributed to Governor Constantine, a pragmatic and progressive governor, who will surely bring good benefits to all of us. Let us wish the Governor good health!"

At the company's cocktail party, Markov raised his glass to celebrate, and the guests spoke in unison.

In the corner, a pair of uncles and nephews were whispering.

"Constantine is a guy who has accomplished his own life. He has no achievements. To be honest, he is just a stamping machine. The real boss here is Duck, the referee's chief, and all the changes were proposed by him."

"I understand uncle, what about the Holy City's attitude? I feel that they are very vague. After all, he is too rebellious to do things."

"There is nothing to do with the Holy City. In normal times, any measure will bring him a catastrophe. But now there is pressure from Urbino outside, inside... you know how bad the Holy Church is, right? Dark can pay them three times the tax and manage their rule in an orderly manner. He cannot be at this critical moment if the Holy Church wants to move him."

"Well, how do you think of Dak?"

"Talent. I don't know how far the Holy City can tolerate him, it always feels a bit of a pity."

The boy lowered his head and thought for a while, hesitantly said, "If he was really smart enough, it would be impossible not to consider retreating. I have an idea... I informed my hometown and not to touch the relationship here for the time being. How about contacting Dake directly?"

"Not good, this guy is an alien after all. We have to seek stability. However, we don't have to consider..."

"Then do you agree or disagree?"

"I don't move the relationship here, nor do I contact Dake. I just wait and see what happens. I feel that Dake is not a person who is willing to be lonely. He will definitely have greater actions after the Holy Day."

The boy couldn't help but smile, "Are we on vacation?"

"Boy, how dare you make fun of me?" Uncle yelled angrily and said seriously, "I'm not just thinking about this. Look, Dark brought in the Roll Chamber of Commerce and the Black Holy Land Chamber of Commerce. The Chamber of Commerce brought a huge amount of investment. It's hard not to prosper in a small town."

"You want to copy this model in Doland? I don't think it's easy to deal with. Dark has a deep personal relationship with the presidents of the two chambers of commerce, but we don't have it."

"Private friendship is just a superficial phenomenon, and the Chamber of Commerce refuses to do a loss-making business. The Chamber of Commerce has won new products through cooperation, and it will not take long to monopolize the fruit wine market in the colonies. It is probably only a matter of time before the Black Holy Land has made its name through investment and construction, especially providing cheap high-quality alchemy materials to foreign talents. Monopolying the high-quality alchemy materials market is no longer a dream. Of course, they are willing to accept such a big benefit."

"You mean, we can also provide similar conditions to merchants?"

"On this time, I realized that the view of treating merchants as piggy banks is outdated. I have been sorting out intelligence these days. All countries are working hard to support big merchants. Needless to say, the Rohl Chamber of Commerce is wrong; Alabo has the Fida Chamber of Commerce; the newly established Beihai Alliance also established the Beihai Merchant Alliance some time ago. But we, Dorand, are still keen to chop around under the guise of the Holy Church."

The boy nodded silently.

"Capital brings prosperity, and profit-seeking is its nature. We can also bring immediate benefits to them. At that time, they will gather towards Dorand as water flows toward the lower part. For example, how about a new company exempts taxes for a year?"

"Well, this is an advantage that Dak does not have. He has a holy religion on his head. He has to be careful in everything he does, but we don't need to do it. But what should we do if Urbino's men are fanning the flames everywhere?"

"Hey, didn't you say that those poor men who have no food to eat have something pitiful to abandon Urbino, the 'Light Walker'?"

"What a light walker, an ambitious man!"

"Well. I will advise Your Majesty on this matter. Don't participate in it, so as not to cause trouble. Having said that, do you think Your Majesty hasn't sent someone to investigate quietly? Lorma is so attractive. Now there are mixed here. If you want to stay for a few more days, don't easily reveal your identity."

At this time, another wave of guests came in, and Markov hurriedly stepped forward to greet "Welcome, welcome all friends who have come from afar!"

The boy glanced at him and whispered, "People from Beihai Business Alliance - what's wrong with Uncle?"

Uncle's finger holding the cup was shaking slightly, "There are important figures in the Beihai Business Alliance!"

"who?"

"I know him, Father Antalil!"

"who is he?"

"The loyal subordinate of the former Holy Envoy Hickstu."

"Hickstu, the leader of the radical sect of the Holy Church? Wasn't he incompatible with the traditional sect? Didn't he set up another mountain in the North Sea? Didn't he claim that the traditional sect killed the former pope and usurped the power? What did he send his troops to do? Poach Dark and compete with the traditional sect?"

"No, Antalil must have come here to explore the way for Hickstu. Fire notified my hometown that the situation would change drastically, and the radical sects of the Holy Church in the North Sea Alliance may reconcile with the traditional sects!"

The boy's head was a little surprised, "What will happen?"

"How is it? Good news, great news, there is hope for the war to end! If all radicals can reconcile with the traditional faction, what is Urbino stuck in? Is the Big 6 chaos source?"

"What if Urbino sat down and talked?"

"What is there to talk about? He also abolished the tithes? Or, also abolished the sacred donations? He didn't do it - Hickstu would actually send someone to say that no one was in a match, then I wouldn't believe it."

"Dak?"

"It must be him. A mere referee director has such great power!"

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Chapter completed!