"Sorry, such a large amount...You'll need to speak with Lord Rayshui," the old woman said. Lord Rayshui had specifically instructed her that each person was limited to five packs of grass paper per month. If they needed more, they would have to go through Lord Rayshui.
"Alright." Ma Fei didn't say much, and walked briskly towards the Baron's mansion.
He cared greatly about his posterior's comfort in the latter half of his life.
Kahn, who was following Ma Fei, was worried about this nobleman, fearing what he might cause.
"Lord Rayshui, there's a man named Ma Fei seeking an audience," a maid reported to Rayshui, who was boredly reviewing the recent income of the baron's mansion.
"Ma Fei?"
"He claims to be the son of the baron of Nanhai City."
"Please let him in, Alice. Prepare a cake. I'd like to welcome this son of a baron," Lord Rayshui said, squinting his eyes.
Nanhai City was a famous wealthy area in this region. It had an advantageous location on the coast and developed maritime technology. They were particularly good at sea trading, especially with their large food reserves, which caught Rayshui's attention.
Build high walls, accumulate massive grain reserves, then claim kingship at leisure.
The last point was too far into the future, but the first two were what Rayshui wanted to accomplish now.
East Tower City's military power was weak, so they had to rely on city walls to protect them. The more food they could buy at a reasonable price, the better.
Would Ma Fei engage him in food business?
Rayshui confidently replied, "Absolutely." Because he had many things that nobles would lust after.
"Welcome, dear Mr. Ma Fei. So glad you could come to East Tower City." Rayshui met the man named Ma Fei, who, like most nobles, was exceedingly plump.
"Thank you. I am here at my father's request to visit East Tower City. It must be said, the city under your rule is splendid, with its public restrooms and grass paper. Would you be willing to sell me a hundred packets of grass paper?" Ma Fei said, very courteously.
Usually, before a deteriorated noble like Rayshui, he wouldn't act this way.
His courtesy was purely because he had a request.
"Of course, let's discuss it over refreshments. The cake is ready," Rayshui invited.
"Very well," Ma Fei agreed, although unenthusiastically. As the only son of the baron of Nanhai City and a lover of sweet things, he was accustomed to eating refined pastries. Suddenly he was asked to eat a coarse, cheap cake, and was not particularly keen.
Until he saw the cake on the table... Ma Fei became interested. The pleasant aroma of the cake caused him to involuntarily swallow.
"The taste is very good. Please try, Mr. Ma Fei," Rayshui suggested.
"Delicious!"
Breaking off a piece and taking a bite, Ma Fei was astounded by the unprecedented flavour. It was truly delicious!
This was a real cake!
What had he been eating before?
It was nothing but garbage!
After polishing off the cake, Ma Fei looked up, wanting to say something. When his eyes met Rayshui's, he froze.At the moment, Rayshui was skillfully eating cake with a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right. His dexterous movements were so elegant that they were quite impressive.
In contrast, Mafei wished he could find a hole to hide in when he thought of his own eating manners just now.
"Mr. Mafei, would you like another piece?" asked Rayshui carelessly.
Despite his casual exterior, there was a blossoming laughter inside him.
Mafei was exactly who he wanted, to fall slowly into his trap.
There are a few irresistible things for men in the world: beauty, money, and food.
Rayshui didn't have the first two, but he certainly had plenty of delicious food.
"Um...Er, thank you, Lord Rayshui."
To be frank, Mafei was very hesitant deep inside.
It was customary to eat just one piece of cake when visiting someone. Eating too much would be quite rude, making the host think you are a country bumpkin, unworldly, which is utterly disgraceful.
Mafei definitely didn't want that.
However... recalling the delicious taste of the cake just now, the devil inside Mafei woke up.
Dignity of the nobility, screw it!