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The next afternoon, an uninvited guest woke Clayo, who was taking a nap after returning from a classical class.

It was a hotel dispatch sent by Qatarina, the mother of cello and hotel businessman. The waiter brought a sealed envelope.

It was an envelope with nice decorations on thick paper. A sudden death is also tall. The uniform of the Dennej hotel chain was dressed without wrinkles.

"You're a man of good form.’

After taking a nap and receiving the envelope, Clay couldn't stop yawning while he was writing a receipt to the waiter.

As soon as the waiter disappeared around the corner of the dormitory, Clay ripped open the envelope.

To the shame of the grand format, there was a card in the envelope with only the time and place written.

Catarina Thangpette de Negee

Today is Monday, so in five days? It's good to be in a hurry.'

Scrubbing his eyes, Clayo immediately went down to the office and called Dionne.

The friendly operator first, and the second, Levy, secretary of the Grey House, returned the call to the drawing room.

["It's good news to see you on the phone, isn't it?"

'Don't you think Lady Dionne has the power of prediction more than I do?'

["Hahaha. Hurry up and get to the point."]

"I have something to do as an agent, not as a guardian. It's something we've been waiting for so long."

["How did you get in touch?"]

"It's a card. It only says the time and place.”

I heard something crashing beyond the receiver, and Dionne quickly went on.

["Okay, first send me the card after you send it to me. The terms are the same as I said before, right?]

"Yes, I don't want to sell. We're going to a lease."

"I'll prepare the documents, so come to my house on Saturday morning. I'll send a carriage."]

It was a very reliable answer.

***

Five days passed quickly.

The Greyer Corporation building is located in the middle of the city, near the Royal Circus, overlooking St. Regvette Square.

The second floor of the store was the reception room of the Grey House.

The building looks small at a glance due to the narrow face of the boulevard, but the site behind it was quite large.

Dionne, lying half way between the exotic-patterned cushions, greeted Clayo.

"You're here. Sit wherever you like."

Dionne, dressed in an indoor suit and roughly tied her hair, looked unfamiliar. But of course, it was incredibly pretty. He was a man whose cheeks turned red like a fruit, whether money stories worked better than any other cosmetics.

"You must have worked hard preparing the documents for five days."

"There's nothing to be tired of when it's worth the money."

She picked up Mrs. Catarina's card, which she had left carelessly, and waved it.

"In general, such a major contract can't be reached at once… I don't know if it's going to be a single round.”

"Why do you think so?”

"Catarina has to attend the Continental Congress of the hospitality industry in Dernier from next week. The venue for this event is the Kingdom of Pedr. It takes a day and a half to transfer between express and ferry. The week will quickly disappear when I get back from the General Assembly.”

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but what's the General Assembly of the hospitality industry?"

"It's a meeting that brings together accommodation officials from all over the continent and across the sea. We exchange information, we dig into competitors. Why, more than a dozen years ago, we unified the entire train tracks of the continent into standard orbit. After that, the number of passengers soared, and now lodging is a huge business.”

It was Dione again. He was a doctor if it was news that money circulated no matter what he asked.

"If the accommodation is that expensive, then you can rip the cat out of the bag a little bit."’

"Anyway, the land price in the O'Reillys district is soaring day by day, and after a week's business trip, the front digits of the price will be completely different. There's no way Ms. Qatarina wouldn't know that.”

Dionne, who drank iced tea to see if his mouth was dry, continued.

"As far as I can tell, I'm going to set the terms and conditions with you before I'm taken away. So I sent him a card that looked like a slap on the cheek. Since you tried to control the flag first with a rude invitation, we'll have to make sure we keep our defenses tight.”

"Oh, is this rude?”

"We gave you a one-sided notice without a date adjustment. I'm saying I'm looking down on you. Whew! Why are you so naive? Read some social etiquette books."

As Clayo puts it, I just don't know that social etiquette books exist in the world.

"It's not something that you can understand only by knowing language. He's reading all the stars like a turtle's shell with a card.’

"Here's the latest version of the etiquette book, and I don't really have to do that."

I'm paying you not to do that, which means that it's a word that permeates through the line.

Dionne was quick-witted.

"Well, you're right. Okay, then I'll check one last time. The annual rent is at least 2.5 million dinars, up to five years, and you asked me to meet the renewal terms after that, right?”

"That's right."

"Catarina would like to buy it if possible, but… I'll try. Clay, you're the only one who's got this much land in the area, so you can go a little harder!"

"I'm glad to hear that. On top of that, we haven't decided on the acceptance rate with our etiquette book teacher yet, right?”

Dionne's eyes, which had been drooping languidly, twinkled open. The clear watery eyes sparkled like jewels.

Clayo took the Ether imprinting contract from his bag. It was time to add a new item.

After establishing a land lease contract with Qatarina, he offered to pay an 8 percent commission on the total annual rent if he handled all legal and administrative issues.

"We need to stay close to the Grayer Corporation. It's the same in the procurement of magical items. You need to be generous out of here.’

In the first year, it was agreed to add a full commission fee and a 2% commission in a lump sum after the contract was signed.

Then Dionne's beautiful eyes began to bear life.

"If you're going to pay this much, you're going to have to do it, right? Then I'll make sure the commission is not wasted.”

Finally, Dionne, who packed the documents and dressed up, returned to the drawing room.

Dionne dressed in a tight-angle navy jacket and a narrow skirt, rather than a casual dress, was new.

Dionne, who was looking at the mirror with her hair up without a baby head, grabbed Clayo and sat down.

"Sit down. We'll leave in a little while.”

"It's already 2:30. Isn't it time to go now?"

"No, how were you going to get through this tough world without me? You're trying to be late. If you get a card like that and show up on time, how much would you look down on us? Just sit there and forget about chocolate."

Then I took a chocolate shell out of a golden paper case and put it in Clayo's mouth.

The move was so natural that there was no time to complain about treating him like a child.

The chocolate with the brandy melted in my mouth. It was clay, focusing only on snacks.

As Dionne ordered, he left 20 minutes late and arrived at the Camellia Pavilion around 3:20.

The Camellia coffin, the capital residence of the House of Tangpeth de Nege, was located not far from the Asher mansion.

Of course, the size was incomparably different.

Not only the magnificent main gate and the main building, but also the size of the two more annexes with rooms, and the servants who came out to meet the carriage, were very colorful. This was because large-scale banquets were held throughout the year.

Of course, Dionne Greyer was not daunted at all and proudly crossed the corridor like her own.

Instead of being a guide, she was ready to outrun the crowd. Clayo followed behind Dionne in silence.

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Entering the drawing room with a dignified walk, Dionne greeted first with a big smile. It was a clear voice.

"Long time no see, Lady Catarina, since the feast of flowers last spring. I've sent you a message in advance, but how was your life?”

Catarina, who was standing in front of the center piece with an arrogant attitude, raised her eyebrows sharply.

Dionne was a genius warrior.

He was not defeated by the sly Catarina and led the Camellia Mansion battle to victory.

'Oh, my God. The medicine is for the pharmacist, and the money is for Dione.’

The final set of land rent was a five-year contract of 3 million dinars a year. After that, you will be able to change the terms and conditions and renew them as much as you like.

It was possible because the price of land purchased at 5.5 million dinars has already soared more than tenfold.

In addition, it was clear that Dionne's documents containing data on land prices, prospects, and construction plans played a part.

'That's incredible. In the last manuscript, the Secretary of Commerce Verme, who occupied the land, also signed a contract of 2.5 million dinars a year.'

Clayo looked at Dionne, who was drinking hot chocolate from the side of the table.

The hot chocolate-drinking lady looked gopdi-go, but her voice rested from two hours of fervor and the tip of her hand in the glove was stained with smudged ink from papers.

Clayo, who was horrified by the mere imitation of a young unemployed man, would never have pushed ahead with such good terms of contract with Catarina.

"Kleio wants to make it a prestigious hotel, but as a business advisor, I don't think it has to be a hotel.’

Even Clayo, who was on the same side, was appalled when he laughed.

In the case of Catarina, Dione seemed to be going crazy, but it was speculated that he was on this side.

There were many people who wanted the land in the O'Reiles area and put their farewells on this side. One of them was his own production of the Catarina business rival, Rayton. As soon as the fact was revealed, the game was decided.

There was no need to prove it. Catarina was already aware of that information.

Catarina, who had to leave for Pedro immediately, called in notaries and lawyers and confirmed the contract that afternoon.

Catarina, who had defected from the Carolingian kingdom where the revolution took place 22 years ago, was bolder and faster than others. To put it off further, it would have been her loss.

"Is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me so hard?"

"I was looking at it with admiration. How did you manage to do so well?"

"I don't care."

"What else? I can't help but admire not only the rent adjustment but also the ability to get long-term accommodation from the Denneju hotel chain.”

"I'm going to share that. You know that, right?

"Of course."

Dionne, who was drinking hot chocolate without any dirt around her mouth, smiled quietly, returning her glass to the table.

"You can't believe you're getting hundreds of thousands of dinars for your pocket money. But there's a year where the net profit of our Grayer Merchants is less than a million dinars. It's ten times the most, but there's a lot of ups and downs."

Clayo also knew the reason why the profitability rate was fluctuating while dealing with items that make money like a horse tool. It was because of Vasco's capricious and moody nature.

"I see…."

"There is no comparison between stability and scale with Baron Asher. Look, if you're a member of the Royal Capital Defense Corps, you get 1,000 dinars a month. Even with that much profit, lower-class aristocrats and commoners think they are very good husbands. In the meantime, I've dropped 300,000 dinars, so can I not do my best?"

"Even so. I was really impressed by the fact that we wanted a demolition company in advance and received half of the rent in the first year as the first deposit. It was unthinkable."

"Ah-ha-ha. You can't imagine it, so there's something I have to do. Please tell me if there are good cases in the future. That Dionne Greyer, I'll do my best to maximize your profit.

"Is there any possibility?"