Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

I thought it would be beautiful inside, based on the condition of the ship, but it was great beyond my imagination.

"It's awesome. It's like a luxury ship."

"I know it's a ship by the word, but what is a luxury ship?

"It's an entertainment boat for rich people when they travel."

I was poor in my last life, and everyone on a luxury passenger ship is rich.

"... it's also hard to imagine as someone who knows the ocean..."

I guess. Anyone who can imagine an entertainment ship in this fantastic ocean is crazy or doesn't know the ocean - he's like a paranoid person.

"Well, it's a story in a book. I don't care."

I don't believe you. I'm going to turn my eyes on me, but my throughput isn't as weak with those eyes. It didn't matter. It followed Mr. Sarin.

Let's get through, maybe in Mr. Chanter's room. Because it looks like an office.

"You've got a lot of good stuff."

"Thanks, I just wanted to say, this is all my brother's."

"Huh. Did you bring it in silence?

"You asked me to lend it to you, but you didn't lend it to me."

I accidentally laughed bitterly at Mr. Chanter, who speaks without evil.

"Well, take a seat. Sarin. Tea, please."

Mr Sarin, who replied yes, started brewing tea using the tea utensils that were in the room.

He lowered his hips on the leather sofa and, again, looked around the room.

"Shipbuilding technology on the eastern continent is a big deal. Glaze that plays water on the vibrancy of the joints. It's a work of art."

It's enough to model it and decorate the house, but I'm not sure I can make it with my arms.

"Bae's young, but he's got old eyes."

"Well, you're a hobbyist. If you're interested, you want to be greedy."

"Huff. Well, let's just say that"

Being a fairly air-readable eastern merchant.

"Go ahead."

and a ceramic cup was placed on a table made of something marble-like in front of me, and Mr. Sarin poured me tea in a pot.

"White tea, huh?

You smell a little different than you drank with the chairman, don't you?

"Did you still know white tea? It was grown in a land called Kanlima."

"The kind, not the land. The climate, the terroir, and then the processing?

"You don't just have the eyes of aging, you have the eyes of a sage."

"I just know a lot of people."

Take a sip as a courtesy, but it still doesn't suit my mouth.

"White tea seems to be popular in Wang Du, but Mr. Chanter has that mouth too?

"Oh, the second most fried, the third most fried"

"Well, it doesn't seem enough, and it's solid and not good enough."

I know it's not going to be awesome money, but it's going to be money there. It depends on the quantity and the sales route.

"... will you buy this too?

"If you want me to sell it, I'll be happy to buy it. But is that a good idea? Even if I buy it..."

I know you've come to sell it, but I'm not the next person to connect. The name Chanter in Wang Du means it won't spread.

"F. Don't see through everywhere, bei. It's like talking to Grandpa."

I mean, does Mr. Chanter's foundation mean his grandfather? I'd like to talk to you if I were alive. No, I don't know if he's dead.

"Anyway, it's best to sell it first. It's about making a profit. Brother, I have to make three times as much money as any ship I've rented, and I don't have a future to mock. I can't shake it."

Challenger is more of an idiot. But I like idiots like that.

"I don't know what's on this ship, but in view of Mr. Chanter's commercial talent and stupidity, how about this?

Five gold sticks were removed from the storage bag.

Mostly ten kilos a bottle. If I turn it into gold... what? Well, I don't know, but you can afford a magic ship, right?

"... hey, I don't know what to say, I thought you were the one who blew it, but you're jumping through as much as you think you're cute, Bae is. It's more like a thousand bucks..."

"Networking is better than tens of thousands of dollars. Because that's my creed."

With that said, Chanter's face, which was always dripping Smile 0 yen, became serious.

"Finding someone to make me money is number two... what a convenient thing to think about, but I didn't know you were really here. I'm going to believe there's a god in this world..."

You couldn't take yourself seriously, you gave me a smile 0, but you beat me for not letting me in the penetration, and I went back to being serious.

Often the silence is full, and we gaze at each other. but I decided to open my mouth from here because it's not fun to stare at a guy.

"... Mr. Chanter prefers a well-known merchant or a knowledgeable merchant? By the way, maybe you can make money, you know. Well, a well-known man can make a lot of money."

You understand it's being tried, you look serious, but the sweat on your forehead shows your brain is fully active.

Come on, what do you want me to do? I smiled and waited for Mr. Chanter's answer.

"... you're scared, bei..."

"Really? The best merchant I know laughed. That sounds like an interesting business."

If you look at it from another merchant, it would be less than third-class, but if you look at it from me, you're a super-class merchant. They want to make their customers happy and do business that makes them happy.

"... that's, like, jealous..."

"Business is for people. Mr. Chanter can do business with Mr. Chanter. At least I don't hate Chanter's way."

That's ridiculous, by the way.

And, Mr. Chanter raised his hands. Just a surrender.

"I'm a good merchant to know. I still have to enjoy my business."

Yes, pass.

"I'm going to have a long relationship with Mr. Chanter. Say hello."

"... I wonder what. I feel like I made a deal with the devil. But that's good again. Nice to meet you."

I squeezed the hand I offered firmly.