"So Mr. Brutus wants to treat this as a commodity? I don't think it is impossible, but the price of it sold in the royal capital will not exceed 15 copper lats, unless you can think of other ways to increase the value.
Way." The manager turned the statue in his hand again.
"The workmanship is indeed very good, but it may just be like this."
Brutus glanced at a badge hanging on the manager's clothes. The anchor-shaped decoration on it seemed familiar.
"Fifteen copper lattice is already pretty good." He thought for a moment and didn't know how long it would take to make this. He should ask Wendell before coming, "If more expensive materials can be used, the price can be higher."
Is it more expensive?”
"Of course, but I think it's only 20 copper lats at most." The manager placed the statue on the table, "If Mr. Brutus wants our Chamber of Commerce to sell it on his behalf, we will also provide the corresponding raw materials. In addition to the material fee,
The commission is only 5 copper lat."
Brutus asked in confusion: "You also like such a small business?"
The manager smiled when he heard this: "Mr. Brutus, I would like to ask why you want to help others find a market for their products?"
Brutus was stunned for a moment, but he quickly replied: "If there must be a reason for this, then I can only say that I want to improve the lives of the poor people I have seen."
"But you are just a free citizen now. They still have citizenship after all."
"A free citizen whose food and clothing is not a problem is much better than a citizen whose next meal is a problem."
"But the power of an individual is limited after all, Mr. Brutus." The manager frowned slightly and asked with a little doubt in his eyes, "What can you change by doing this? Maybe a trivial change can change everything.
I can erase everything you have done."
"Maybe that's true, but if no one stands up and does something, then why don't I stand up?" Brutus shrugged his shoulders, "If things are really hopeless, then I won't either.
Instead of wanting to change something, I would smash it directly."
"After all, that would mean that this kingdom is already rotten, so why bother trying to build it."
"That makes sense," the manager clapped, "but isn't Mr. Brutus afraid that I will spread what you said today?"
"Then just spread it. Rumors will never grow on unsuitable soil, and what I am talking about is not a rumor. When people find that everything is already rotten, they will leave it and abandon it. What's more, they will
Destroy it rather than save it."
"Of course, there may still be some vested interests who want to try their best to maintain such a decadent situation, otherwise how can they usurp what they want?" He looked at the manager, "Then is the White Horse Chamber of Commerce such a vested interest?
"
"Maybe." The manager smiled unconvincingly, "But I also want to hear what happens next."
Brutus laughed: "But it's not yet the time when everything is irreversible."
"That's right." The manager raised his brows slightly, no longer returning to the original frown, "I think our chamber of commerce will have many opportunities to cooperate with Mr. Brutus in the future."
He took out a badge from his pocket, put it on the table and pushed it to Brutus' side: "I also hope Mr. Brutus won't dislike that our strength is still a bit weak."
Brutus glanced at the badge on the table. It was the same as the one hanging on the manager's clothes.
He silently took out his pocket watch, opened it and glanced at the inside of the flap. He felt that the situation seemed a bit funny. After a long time, all the people present here were walking 500,000.
Brutus threw the pocket watch at the manager, who took it, opened the cover, and laughed too.
"It seems that Mr. Brutus is very destined to us."
"Aren't there any verification measures needed?" Brutus asked in confusion when the manager returned the pocket watch and showed no intention of taking back the badge.
"No need, it's just a symbol. Having it doesn't mean that we must be on the same journey. Correspondingly, if we are on the same journey, it doesn't matter whether we have this or not."
The manager pointed to his heart, "You can't see someone's heart clearly through rituals, so it's better for us to do less formal things."
"In this case, wouldn't your power be very dispersed?"
"Haha, Mr. Brutus, why are you thinking about concentrating your strength?" The manager laughed and shook his head, "If something must be done by concentrating strength, then it means it is indeed very difficult.
Important. But the things we do cannot be accomplished by just one or two people. Only when many people are truly willing to do such a thing can it have the basis for success, right?"
The manager looked at Brutus and then added: "Besides, if the power is concentrated on a minority group, who can guarantee that this group will not be corrupted?"
"We are all just ridiculous idealists. In the long night, we may be like fireflies in summer, emitting a weak light with a short lifespan and can only illuminate a small area for a moment."
The manager put his right hand into his pocket, took out his pipe, and asked a little apologetically: "Mr. Brutus, do you mind if I smoke for a while?"
"I don't mind." Brutus watched the manager polish a match and light the tobacco leaves in his pipe, "But maybe we can also be like the sparks from the match, which fell on a grassland and ignited.
A prairie fire."
"That kind of scene is too ideal." The manager laughed, and then he was choked and coughed, "Mr. Brutus, since we are on the same journey, our White Horse Chamber of Commerce will provide you with the help we can. Of course, this
Everything is permitted by the laws and rules of the kingdom."
"The same is true for other fellow travelers. Of course, everyone has the right to choose to help or not to help. After all, this is not our obligation, but our right."
At the request of Brutus, he explained the rules of operation of a loose alliance of idealists.
Finally, the manager concluded: "Not all people with badges are completely trustworthy, but everyone will still try their best to help each other as much as possible."
"Aren't you worried about careerists usurping the results?"
"Time will tell, Mr. Brutus." The manager took the last puff and shook the pipe in his hand. "As long as we objectively make people's lives better, then let those people usurp it.
.”
"One day, people will once again light up the torch of ideals and clear up everything." He affirmed.