Blair stood on the hilt of his sword and looked at the sky in the distance.
A big bird hovers in the sky, flying freely and with its wings spread.
"Father."
He turned around and saw his only son, Benjamin.
In just a blink of an eye, Benjamin was already twenty-six years old, married, and had his own little family.
Fortunately, this son is quite diligent and meticulous in his work. Under the maintenance of their father and son, the Baptiste family is still the interior furnishing dealer of His Majesty the King's court.
Of course, it's just one of them.
Benjamin frowned, as if he was hesitating about something.
"What's the matter?" Blair walked aside and wiped his long sword with the white cloth placed on the shelf.
He spent a lot of money to buy this sword from a down-and-out noble.
He couldn't tell whether he was doing it just to keep fit or to satisfy his childhood dream of becoming a knight.
"It's about...big brother..."
"You don't have a big brother!" Blair interrupted him decisively.
The atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing point.
Benjamin pursed his lips and said resolutely: "I will say it even if my father is angry."
"My eldest brother is in the capital now. His troupe performs shows in the market every day. Tickets for every show are in short supply. He has really become an excellent playwright!"
Blair closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.
"Let's go find eldest brother! Wouldn't it be better to reunite our family, father!" Benjamin looked at him with burning eyes.
"Listen clearly, Benjamin," Blair said. "I don't care if that person is a playwright or something else now, he has nothing to do with us anymore."
He opened his eyes and stared at the child.
"Understand?"
"President!" A subordinate hurriedly ran from the front yard, "We have an important guest coming!"
In the reception room, Wayne was looking at the surrounding furnishings.
Blankets are spread, hung, and cushioned everywhere, and just looking at them makes you feel hot.
I don’t know if it’s to give guests a more intuitive experience, but this is too much.
After a while, the president of the Chamber of Commerce and the head of Baptiste arrived belatedly.
When he saw the two young people, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"The arrival of this young master and young lady in our Chamber of Commerce really makes this place shine!"
His etiquette is very thoughtful and his speech is formal.
"Have the Baptiste family always been in the blanket business?" Wayne asked.
"Yes, my father started a small tapestry shop when he was young. Under the protection of the adults in the capital, it has grown to what it is today." Blair complimented the powerful people without leaving any trace, and then vaguely reminded Wayne I have also managed some relationships.
"Can I ask, what are the main raw materials?"
"Well...mostly wool and lint."
Wool and velvet...?...
In fact, Wayne has not done any research on these. His knowledge of this kind of knowledge is limited to the fact that he bought a coral velvet quilt cover on an online shopping platform in his previous life.
"Well, I have something to ask you. Can you provide a few experienced people to come to the Duke of Wenche's Mansion another day? I will arrange a carriage to pick you up."
Wayne said: "Money is not an issue."
After seeing Wayne and the others off, Benjamin couldn't help but asked suspiciously: "Father, do you want to go?"
"Going," Blair said.
"Since it's an invitation from the Duke's Palace, it's a good idea to set up a line, not to mention they'll give you a generous reward. It's up to you and old Joel to go together tomorrow."
…
During the conversation just now, Eve kept quiet and followed Wayne.
After returning to the market, she asked in confusion: "Classmate Wayne, don't you want Mr. Pokerland's family to re-accept him?"
"That should be their own choice." Wayne said, "The most I can do is to provide them with an opportunity for casual contact."
"However, we can put those aside for now. Next, we will go to several other large chambers of commerce to continue investigating."
Just now at the Bastet Chamber of Commerce, Wayne asked them to show them several materials that can be customized at present.
To be honest, wool is the most qualified material, but Chris doesn't seem to want to use animal fur.
However, in the current background era, it is simply impossible to produce various soft and delicate chemical fibers as efficiently as in modern times.
No matter how I think about it, I feel that it is indeed a difficult problem to solve. I hope that both Chris and the minister can get good news.
It was not until evening that Wayne and Eve returned to the Duke of Wenche's Mansion with a stack of documents recording various information, while other members of the Handicraft Department were already waiting at home.
Before that, Chris asked her mother to allow her friends to stay overnight at the Duke's Mansion in the name of having a banquet for her classmates, and they would go directly to the academy from home tomorrow morning.
In the end, Ashley agreed to the request on the condition that Chris must get good grades in the midterm exam.
"We have hired several senior professors from our department." President Sophia was reporting on her and Meimei's investigation results.
"One of the professors said that materials with similar properties did appear once, but they were brought by an adventurer."
"The specific place of origin is unknown. He personally tends to be some kind of unknown plant that can release a soothing aroma and make people near it feel relaxed and happy."
Chris looked at Wayne. "Wayne, what's the result on your side?"
Wayne put the documents in his hand and a small bag containing some fabric samples on the table.
"There are only more conventional fabrics, wool or cotton velvet. The softness can show a good effect, but it cannot reach the level of Chris -"
As he spoke, Wayne showed a troubled expression.
"——Special and complex requirements."
If people want to touch it as soon as they see it, and want to hold it to sleep as soon as they touch it, there will be big problems even if it is done in the school, right?
In his mind, a scene appeared involuntarily: children of all grades pounced on the big doll like zombies, then hugged its legs and fell asleep all over the floor.
"Is that the only way? Or do we need to find a magician with drowsiness magic to hypnotize me?"
"Wait, no matter how you look at it, this is considered a foul!" Wayne stopped him, "Besides, why do you have to insist on being able to sleep?"
"Otherwise it would have no special value!"
Kris said plausibly: "It must be legendary so that its fame can spread wider in the capital! I want everyone to be extremely impressed by it, instead of just building it in an ordinary way." , and it was demolished again, which means nothing except spending money.”
"Otherwise...anyone can make a poppy like that, it's just a matter of the amount of materials used."
