After the meeting on the winter night, the executive officers quickly dispersed, as if the ruthless wind had blown away the only excitement, leaving only the sound of footsteps echoing softly in Nuo Da's palace.

The winter in the solstice is no better than Liyue, it is really bitingly cold, like falling into an ice cave.

Pantalone put away her smile, tightened the coat on her shoulders a little, and came to the steps outside the Winter Palace.

His carriage was already waiting under the dimly glowing wrought iron lamps.

Although Sandonne, in cooperation with Fontaine's artisans, has developed mechanical chariots driven by gears, tracks, and steam, the rich still prefer these luxurious vehicles custom-made from Liyue.

According to him, there is no comparison between the industrial waste produced by Sandogene and the finely crafted ancient craftsmanship.

Just as the rich man was about to step down the final steps, the heavy sound of military boots trampling on the ground came from behind him.

"Pantalone."

Followed by "Captain" Capitano, he blocked the way of the rich man, swiftly removed his gauntlets, ripped off the soft fleece-lined gloves, and took off the very ordinary silver rings on his fingers.

With the help of the light in the blizzard, Pantalone could clearly see the eyes under the mask of the other party, just like the unchanging indifference of the snow field.

"Help me bring this ring to the last king."

Capitano supported the side armor of the face armor, the muscles in his arms rose and fell with his movements.

Few people have seen the captain's face under the heavy armor, and the mask seems to have covered his past, leaving only the long black hair hanging naturally on his shoulders.

The banker wearing half-rim glasses stretched out his hand to tighten the cloak, letting the fluff of the neckline stick to his face, squinted his eyes habitually, and smiled as usual, but did not take the ring from Capitano rashly.

"It's my honor, Captain."

"But you know... I'm a businessman, and I won't do anything that doesn't benefit me."

There was a smile on the corners of Pantalone's eyes and eyebrows, gently turning the tail ring in his left hand, and speaking slowly.

Of course Capitano understood what the rich wanted. After putting on the gauntlet again, he pondered for a moment and proposed the terms of the transaction.

"I will apply to the city hall to replace the weapons and equipment of the Fools' Pioneer Army, so that the Northland Bank can get a loan list of hundreds of millions of moras."

Hearing the captain's words, Pantalone's squinted eyes couldn't help but widen slightly, and he stretched out his hands to take the ring in the opponent's hand in a happy mood, and the hair curled up by his ears swayed slightly with the shaking body .

"Then... as the executive officer acting as the Ice Queen Enwei, I think this kind of thing is just a matter of little effort."

The silver wrench with engraved patterns fell into Pantalone's velvet gloves, which looked particularly inconspicuous against his various rings.

Capitano obviously didn't want to talk to the rich man anymore, so he turned around alone and walked into the blizzard.

The rich man watched the captain go away, and played with the Nata-style finger wrench in his hand. The silver ring turned into a flower in his hand, was thrown into the air, and then fell into the palm of his hand.

"Russell, go to Northland Bank."

The so-called old Russell driver opened the curtain for Pantalone, and after confirming that the master had sat firmly, he slowly pulled the rope.

Half an hour later, the carriage carrying Pantalone entered the snow-covered urban area and stopped in front of a building complex full of solstice style.

There are several gray pointed towers standing on the high steps. The towers surround the main building in the center. The main entrances all face the corridor staircase in the central hall. Above the corridor are decorated with galloping bronze war horses and quaint statues with complicated patterns.

The interior of the bank is supported by dark red velvet, and the bright golden color is the main tone. There is a huge crystal chandelier in the center of the dome, and the dome windows on both sides are made of stained glass. , forming colorful shadows on the columns.

All the receptionists in the past saluted the distinguished gentleman respectfully, and after Pantalone handed over the cloak to the servant, he went straight to the elevator and went to the study on the top floor of the bank.

The floor of the study room is covered with thick and luxurious carpets, even gold and silver threads are nothing more than ordinary decorations, the pattern of Mora is printed on the dark blue background, the fireplace against the wall is calm and atmospheric, and further away is ebony There are many exquisite ornaments on the desk.

Pantalone, who took off his robe, picked up the hairband on the table, tied up his slightly curly hair, held the hot pot on the fireplace, opened the drawer of the desk, and took out the tea imported by Qiaoyingzhuang, with a concentrated expression. Make good tea.

In the drawer full of documents and bills, there is also a blue bracelet, judging from the size of the wrist and the style of the pattern, it obviously belongs to a Liyue woman.

"Irina, it's about to enter the polar night, has the shipment arrived yet?"

Pantalone picked up the white jade porcelain cup with his fingertips, opened his lips and sipped the tea, put his soft gray-black hair behind his ears, and asked in the empty room.

"It has already set off from the port of Ormos, my lord. After you choose the style, you can sew it right away."

"These are new design drawings, please have a look."

The shimmering water refracts to form a flowing sea-blue mirror surface, and the dignified lady of Dongguo, as if serving the gods, stepped out of it, holding a stack of drawings in both hands, and bowed to answer the rich man's questions.

Pantalone took several drawings presented by the lady and flipped through them one by one.

These are the styles of cloaks that Solstice's best dressmakers have traced for their Her Majesty the Empress.

The blueprint will be sent to Master Pantalone, who will select it himself, then sew it with the best materials, and present it to Her Majesty the Empress.

Her Majesty the Queen's food and clothing, naturally use the best, and she can't be sloppy at all.

After reading all the design drawings, Pantalone chose one of them and commented: "This one looks pretty good, but the decoration on the cuffs doesn't suit the Queen's vision. Change the gemstones here to light metal, and the pendant uses the same design as last time. For the batch of old stones sent here, choose the ones with the best color."

"Yes, this subordinate will let them change it."

Irina lowered her head and was just about to leave, but was stopped by the smiling Pantalone: ​​"This batch of goods, don't be intercepted again."

"Ah! Yes... I understand..."

"I assure you... those who are disrespectful will be punished!"

Of course Irina understood what the rich man was referring to, she didn't dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction, and called out the water mirror to leave.

As the executive in charge of the Solstice economy, Pantalone's wealth has reached untold levels.

But the superiority of wealth has never made him give up the precious trait of prudence. Although there are occasional times when he is temporarily at a disadvantage in business wars, he can retreat unscathed every time.

Apart from Ning Guang, the only woman named Ye Lan gave him quite a headache.

A few months ago, a hidden trade route secretly set up by Pantalone was infiltrated by Ye Lan, and the goods were intercepted.

Although the vanguard of the Fools snatched the other party's ancestral jade bracelet [You Qi Wrist Lane], the most rare alien monster fur in the cargo was also taken away by this mysterious person, and he left a message saying that it was used as a jade bracelet compensation.

This kind of magical beast is powerful. Although it died hundreds of years ago, its remains have not rotted for many years, and its fur is even more fragrant. It is an excellent material for making cloaks, and it can be said to be priceless.

Not only that, but Ye Lan, who got the fur, also rejected the style carefully selected by the rich for Her Majesty the Empress, directly took off the animal skin, mixed it with Liyue ramie, and made a new-style sleeved scarf called [Bai Yu Fei Lian].

Pantalone had to find materials and design clothing drawings for Her Majesty the Queen.

"Ye Lan, Ning Guang..."

The feeling of meeting his opponent made Pantalone even more looking forward to this trip to Liyue. The rich man with a smile on his mouth took out a letter cutter from the open drawer, gracefully cut open the information letter given by the clown, and pulled out the paper read.

But seeing the changed contract in the information, the unsuspecting Pantalone froze for a moment, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by suddenly constricted pupils and a distorted face.

"... Compensation for the maintenance costs of damaged buildings, forgiveness of the debts of the families of the victims in the Bank, granting temporary interest-free loan assistance..."

The rich man, who had always been gentle and refined, almost lost his composure at this moment, and the final sound of gnashing of teeth revealed a chilling anger.

"Dadalia..."

"Damn you..."

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