At present, Prince Colin seems to value tradition more than money!

And if that's the case, the value of the Dantes family will undoubtedly rise with it!

Thinking of this, his heart burns with excitement!

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, but Mr. Edmund never brought up the main topic, leaving Mr. Huck feeling quite impatient.

Seeing the anxious expression on his face, Mr. Edmund estimated the time was right, glanced at the letter on his sleeve, and gently coughed before mimicking the tone of Baron Cosia.

"Mr. Huck, please follow me to the study, where I would like to discuss some matters that are not convenient for a third person to know."

Finally, it came!

Mr. Huck's heart leapt with joy, and he immediately put on a serious expression.

"At your direction!"

Mr. Edmund glanced at his steward, signaling him to take care of things here, then led Mr. Huck into the study.

First, he smiled and invited Mr. Huck to sit, then he took his seat behind the desk, fetched a document from the drawer, laid it on the table, and said with a warm smile.

"Mr. Huck, let's skip the pleasantries for now. The reason I invited you here is to discuss the business plan of the Dantes Group, which is soon to be launched in White Dew District."

Mr. Huck's spirit was suddenly invigorated. He sat up straight and listened intently: "I am all ears."

Mr. Edmund cleared his throat slightly and spoke with a solemn tone.

"Here's the situation: To help the Colin family expand their business on the Old Continent, we plan to build a large industrial zone in the White Dew District, integrating sugar refining, brewing, and food processing, with the main focus being the handling of a massive import of syrup from Gana Continent. The district chief particularly recommended you to me, saying the Royal Bank has quite an influence in White Dew District and can provide us certain financial support. I thought, since we're doing business in White Dew District, why not work with the local bank."

Mr. Huck's breath tightened upon hearing this, his eyes were instantly full of fervor, and he eagerly said.

"Sir, indeed you've come to the right person! The Royal Bank's White Dew District branch most welcomes people like you who engage in large-scale trade! We... cough! May I ask what the current funding gap is for Mr. Edmund?"

He almost mentioned that the headquarters of the Royal Bank has allocated so much loan quota to the White Dew District branch that it's barely used, because any money lent out in that poor place eventually became bad debt.

Although losing the Emperor's money doesn't count as losing, it still relates to his career, so he had to consider it more cautiously.

Mr. Edmund leaned back leisurely against the chair, smiled, and casually mentioned a number as if tossing copper coins into a coachman's hand: "According to the Dantes Group's financial forecast, about one million gold coins."

"O-One million, gold coins?"

Mr. Huck's eyes widened instantly, and he stuttered, breaking the sentence thrice.

He composed himself and asked quickly.

"May I boldly ask... what kind of distillery would require such massive funding?!"

Mr. Edmund smiled slightly, with a calm and confident demeanor, folded his hands on the table, and quietly explained.

"My friend, you must have not listened carefully just now. We're not just building a distillery; we're filling the dining tables of Holy City citizens with syrup produced abundantly on the Gana Continent. Think carefully, what scale of distillery has the capacity to handle syrup processing for the entire Gana Continent? In fact, I and the district chief of White Dew District have long been discussing a bigger plan—"

At this point, he lowered his voice, and his mysterious gaze sparkled with excitement.

"To align White Dew District's logistics with this factory, we plan to completely upgrade the district's infrastructure. If we can successfully link to the port resources under the Castelion family, our rum products could quickly cover all markets along the Vortex Sea coast by both sea and land—"

Before finishing, Mr. Edmund suddenly realized he said too much, pretended to regret it, coughed, and said.

"Sorry, I think I talked too much. Many plans have yet to be formally finalized, and it's really inappropriate to disclose them to others. I hope Mr. Huck will keep this confidential..."

His acting wasn't particularly high-level, but this reason indeed seemed plausible.

The majority of developed areas in Holy City have already been divided among the great nobles of the city.

For example, the Castelion family's port, how could there still be enough land to complete Prince Colin's plan?

However—

If the plan really makes money, they certainly won't hesitate to invest.

Mr. Huck waved repeatedly, his expression sincere and eager, swearing solemnly.

"Mr. Edmund, rest assured! Everything we discuss today, I absolutely won't disclose a word!"

After pausing, he continued solemnly.

"As for the loan matter, for such a large amount, I can't immediately provide you an answer with my authority, but please rest assured! I will do everything in my power to arrange it properly as soon as possible!"

He swore he wouldn't disclose a word because he would tell everything he heard today to his superior—the head of the Imperial Royal Bank headquarters!

That is a 1 million gold coin project!

If this matter can really be negotiated, his position as the district branch manager may be promoted!

...

In the time that followed, the two had a pleasant conversation, and Mr. Edmund even personally poured Mr. Huck a glass of red wine to toast their friendship, which had been established in less than an hour.

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