Chapter 295: Look at This Brain of Mine
I really didn’t expect to run into someone I "knew" from a long, long time ago here.
It was the Island Master of Island #1157.
The short, stout man’s face was flushed from being scolded, but he seemed completely helpless. After all, Faye Yardley hadn’t heard him retort with anything other than sputtering "you, you, you."
The only reason Faye Yardley knew of the Island Master of #1157 was because she had once fished up a letter specifically addressed to him with a special fishing rod.
’Of course, the letter isn’t on me right now. Besides, he looks seriously pissed off. If I just run up to him and mention a letter addressed to him, he’ll definitely find my motives suspicious.’
So, Faye Yardley stayed curled up on the sofa, not moving a muscle, hoping he would leave soon.
But unexpectedly, he sat right down in the armchair next to Faye Yardley. He looked surprised when he saw her—he probably hadn’t expected anyone to be curled up over here.
Since they were face-to-face, Faye Yardley gave an awkward smile and said, "Hello."
"Hello." Although the short, stout man was furious, he still maintained a basic level of courtesy.
’That guy earlier was just a coarse, nonstop stream of profanity. I didn’t hear a single useful piece of information.’ Faye Yardley couldn’t help but admire the Island Master’s composure. ’If someone cursed my entire family line like that, I would’ve shut them up with my own two hands long ago.’
Maybe the short, stout man really did have excellent mental fortitude. After composing himself, he said to Faye Yardley, "Hello. You must have a private island as well, right?"
It was a question, but his tone was certain.
Faye Yardley grunted in affirmation. There was no point in denying it, but she didn’t say anything more.
"To be honest with you, I own an entire island. The size is decent, but the resources on it are rather disappointing." The short, stout man gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Look at me, rambling on. Let’s introduce ourselves first. I’m Diana Quinn’s uncle, Juno."
"Hello, Mr. Blackwood. I’m Faye Yardley."
"Since you have an island, I believe we have a foundation for cooperation."
Faye Yardley was completely confused. "What kind of cooperation are you talking about? My island doesn’t have any notable resources. The few unpolluted animals are just for my own hunting."
"Don’t be nervous. My island doesn’t have many resources either. The only thing worth mentioning is a type of tree sap, and that sap is probably only of interest to digital lifeforms who want a mobile body. That’s why I said it’s disappointing."
"What could two people with no resources cooperate on?" Faye Yardley was genuinely curious about Juno’s thought process.
’What on earth does he want to cooperate with me on?’
"AHEM. I’ve discovered that next to the trees that produce the sap, there’s always a companion vine that grows. It’s particularly suitable for experimenting with weaving cloth."
"I don’t have a loom either."
"AHEM. I saw the wedding dress you gave my niece. You need cloth to make a wedding dress, don’t you?"
Faye Yardley felt like her brain couldn’t keep up. ’His thoughts are jumping all over the place.’
"You want to supply me with that cloth to make wedding dresses? But I’ve never thought about opening a dedicated bridal shop."
"You could open one."
Faye Yardley: ...
In the end, Faye Yardley still added Juno as a friend on All World Communication and gave him her shop’s location. She asked him to provide a few types of High Level cloth for free first. As for whether she could ultimately use them, she decided she would go back to her raft and ask on the national channel if there were any fashion designers, tailors, or embroidery masters left.
Traditional ancient wedding dresses often used Gold and Silver thread to achieve a lavish look, so she would need to find those as well.
Silk thread was also very important. Otherwise, what was the use of just having cloth?
Fortunately, Lumina was essentially the main city of a massive virtual reality game, so it had many shops that would seem incredible anywhere else.
Faye Yardley hadn’t done much exploring before, but Juno introduced her to quite a few interesting shops.
He wanted his cloth to be positioned as a high-end product, and in his view, those exceptionally gorgeous wedding dresses were more appealing than formal gowns.
Another thing to mention was that the supply of the companion vine wasn’t abundant, so making money through volume wasn’t realistic.
The wedding dress Faye Yardley had given Diana Quinn and her husband had made his eyes light up.
As for being berated so badly he couldn’t lift his head, he felt that could be completely ignored as if it had never happened. One had to seize good opportunities, and if the conditions weren’t right, one had to create them.
One look at that kind of wedding dress and anyone would know it was the most luxurious, the most beautiful. It possessed a unique, soul-stirring magnificence unlike anything before.
He believed there was no better use for the cloth produced on his island.
Although he didn’t have that traditional bright red color yet, he believed his cloth was still excellent; other colors would look just as radiant.
However, that kind of wedding dress couldn’t just be copied after a single glance. A knockoff would absolutely lack its special charm.
An indescribable, ineffable charm.
Not everyone would be able to afford it, but that was precisely his goal. It was meant to be enjoyed by a very select few. If he was going to do this, he was going to go high-end all the way.
So, after Faye Yardley relented, he immediately promised to have someone send over cloth samples as quickly as possible.
It had been a gamble, but now that he knew she had a shop in Lumina, Juno felt much more at ease.
Faye Yardley had already accepted Lilia’s request to design a wedding dress, so having someone offer to supply cloth was perfectly fine. The timing was, in fact, perfect.
’If the business is viable, and if those fashion designers and production staff are willing to come live here or on the island, I can offer them a stable life.’
’Among all the people in the country, there must be a few who are willing.’
At this banquet, Faye Yardley had eaten and drunk her fill, secured a new order, and initiated a very promising potential partnership.
As for detailed negotiations, those would naturally have to wait until after they confirmed the collaboration was feasible.
So, even though she hadn’t really spoken with Lumina’s City Lord and the Lady of the City, Faye Yardley didn’t feel the least bit disappointed.
The banquet ended, and at midnight sharp, Faye Yardley returned to her raft.
She quickly confirmed the placement of the Teleportation Array between the living room and the balcony, right next to the swing chair.
[Congratulations, you have successfully set up a small Teleportation Array. From now on, you can travel to Lumina once every five days.]
Faye Yardley blinked. ’Are you kidding me? Not only is there a limit on the number of teleports, but the cooldown is also this long?’
’Oh well, it’s better than nothing.’
’This is fine, too.’
Then, after a moment’s thought, Faye Yardley first made a call to Eleanor Jonas.
The call was, of course, to ask about finding experts in fashion design and embroidery.
She wanted to entrust this matter directly to Eleanor Jonas’s people for help, since Eleanor managed trades every day and dealt with a lot of people.
Although she felt a bit embarrassed to ask, she really didn’t know anyone more suitable for the task than Eleanor Jonas.
She also left a message for her brother, just in case one of his guild members’ families had someone suitable.
"My dear, aren’t you resting? It’s already past midnight."
Faye gasped. "Silly me. I just bothered Miss Jonas in the middle of the night and didn’t even realize it."