"Don, if you do this, wouldn't it mean that nobles and even royal families from other countries will have to come to Porto in person in the future?" Fabialo asked with a frown.
"Yes, isn't this bad?" Tang Ping asked rhetorically.
"What benefit does this...do to Porto?" Fabialo was puzzled: "It's the same sale. Can't we just let Old Peter's caravan go to the other party's place to sell it?"
Tang Ping looked at Fabialo as if he were a fool. The city lord of Porto was far worse than Old Peter in terms of business acumen.
"Lord City Lord, are these nobles and even the various royal families traveling on a large scale?"
"Of course!" Fabialo nodded and said, "The more noble aristocrats are, the larger their trip will be. Especially for the royal family, there may be hundreds of people accompanying them on a single trip."
"Then these people can't just rely on the supplies brought from the starting point for food, drink, etc. all the way, right?"
Tang Ping analyzed Fabialo: "Okay, even if they can bring their supplies from the starting point, but if we have special food in Porto and a high-end hotel that is more comfortable than them staying in a tent camp, even we We can also build some high-end entertainment venues. Do you think the nobles and their entourages will be willing to spend money?"
"Definitely!" Old Peter banged the table and shouted, "I understand, Don! You want to take advantage of them to come here and make a lot of money from them."
"That's right!" Tang Ping admitted: "We have a hierarchical membership system. Even these big nobles can come to us and buy our products by posing as their butlers. But what if we launch new products? Many products can only be tried by yourself. Only then will you know whether you like it or not, and whether it’s suitable or not.”
"Believe me, these nobles will be willing to run for it!"
Tang Ping is very confident. In modern time and space, no matter how rich people are, they will not order things just because they are all at home.
They also go to Paris and go shopping in places like Milan.
Shopping is an addictive thing in itself, as long as you can arouse the other person's desire to buy.
After Tang Ping and Old Peter explained this, Fabialo finally understood.
Originally, he thought that Tang Ping and Old Peter were doing business and that he would be making a lot of money by receiving a lot of taxes from it. But now after listening to Tang Ping's words, he realized what it meant to really make money.
"Lord Fabialo, you provide the land, and Old Peter and I provide the funds. Let's build a fashion circle in Porto together!!"
Although Fabialo didn't quite know what the fashion circle meant, he knew what Tang Ping was going to do.
When it came to making money, he would not refuse. He nodded and agreed: "No problem. Whether it is inside the city or outside the city, you can use the land you like."
He is the city lord, and this is his territory. He has such rights. At most, he can just compensate the relocated civilians with a little more money.
At this time, Old Peter curiously looked at the bag Tang Ping was carrying. After taking out several bottles of perfume, it was still bulging.
So he asked curiously: "Tang, you didn't just bring something as good as perfume this time, right?"
Tang Ping saw him staring at his bag and said with a smile: "Old Peter, your eyes are really sharp."
Then he took out a bottle of wine and a stack of paper inside.
"This is our Datang wine. We call it white wine. It's a little different from your wine. How about it? Try it?"
Fabialo asked the servant to bring some cups, and Tang Ping opened the cork and poured a cup for each of them.
"This wine has a higher alcohol content than wine, which means it's easier to get drunk, so don't drink too much at one time."
With the lessons learned from perfume, Old Peter and Fabialo were cautious.
Old Peter took a sip and then stuck out his tongue and said, "It's too spicy and doesn't taste good."
Fabialo's eyes lit up after a brief sip, and he drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"It tastes good, really good!!" Tang Ping was not surprised by the two people's reactions. Liquor or wine is something that some people like and some people don't.
He handed the bottle to Fabiaro: "Since the city lord likes it, I will give this bottle to you. I think people who come to Porto in the future will also like this kind of wine. We can also use these wines as Porto's Specialties for sale.”
The perfume was the first to surprise, and this wine was obviously something that could be sold for money, but from the perspective of Fabialo and Old Peter, it was still a lot worse than the perfume.
Finally there is the stack of paper.
Old Peter picked up one curiously and asked: "What is this? It has no fragrance and looks ugly."
At this time, all parchment paper was used in Europe, so of course I had never seen anything like toilet paper.
Tang Ping scratched it and said, "This is paper. You can use it after you poop...well...you understand!"
"Oh, it turns out it's used for wiping... wiping!" Old Peter's eyes were as wide as those of his age, and he looked at the equally surprised Fabiaro before saying, "You said this is paper? And it's specially used for... Butt wiper?"
As he spoke, he even began to breathe heavily.
Tang Ping said with some embarrassment: "Well, the raw materials here are a little different from ours. The first batch of paper came out like this. It can only be used to wipe buttocks."
Old Peter looked at Tang Ping as if he were a monster. It turns out that paper is so precious in Europe. A copied Bible can be exchanged for a vineyard.
But Tang Ping actually said nonchalantly that these papers were for wiping buttocks.
"What's wrong? Don't underestimate this paper!" Regarding the two people's reactions, Tang Ping was a little unconvinced: "What do you usually...use?? Can you feel comfortable using this like me?"
Old Peter grabbed the paper Tang Ping brought, and after hearing his question, he actually felt something.
He grabbed two and said, "I'll try it."
He ran to the toilet, leaving Tang Ping and Fabialo looking at each other.
When old Peter came back, his attitude suddenly changed.
"This thing...is really useful!"
Even a businessman like him usually uses... leaves.
The difference in feel from the paper I use today is huge.
It can be said that he fell in love with this thing called toilet paper the first time he used it.
Hearing what Old Peter said, Fabialo also grabbed two and left.
Tang Ping was speechless. Do you two want to try this thing? If you want to tell me directly, I'll leave some for you each, so you can try it after I leave, okay?
Not long after, Fabialo also came back, and his feelings were naturally similar to those of old Peter.
Fabialo rubbed the toilet paper and tried it with a quill, but he couldn't write.
"What a pity, I can't write!"
Then a strange idea came to my mind.
Fortunately, I can’t write!
Because once it can be used for writing, the value of this kind of paper will increase hundreds of times. If it is used for toileting, it will feel like it is neither used nor used.
