The Crown Prince. Why would such a big shot send someone to a small workshop far from the capital?
Arthur smiled faintly as if to reassure Max as he looked at him with confused eyes.
“There is no need to be so surprised, we are not here to bring any trouble. We just came to make a contract.”
“A contract? With us?”
“Yes. I heard that Spence’s ceramics are of excellent quality. So I sent someone to buy a sample some time ago, and His Highness the Crown Prince liked it very much. So I plan to replace all of the Imperial Palace’s tableware and vases with products from Spence’s.”
“Now, wait a minute. I’m so confused and don’t quite understand this. So, sir, are you saying that the royal family will use our products?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Max's mouth fell open.
The goods from this small workshop are supplied to the imperial family. What is going on?
Of course, Spence's ceramics were quite well known in this area, so many nobles would order them, but they never dreamed that the royal family would come looking for them.
Max, who had been unable to hide his daze for a while, came to his senses belatedly and bowed his head deeply.
“Oh my, the porcelain made in our workshop is used by the imperial family. What an honor. I don’t know how to express my gratitude.”
“It’s not something you should be thankful for. It’s all thanks to the Spencer Studio that produces such high-quality pottery.”
“Oh my, I don’t know what to do with myself when you compliment me like that.”
Max, who had been repeatedly expressing his gratitude by bending his back 90 degrees, soon rolled his eyes and asked cautiously.
“But what items and quantities would you like to order?”
“First, I would like to pre-purchase fifty sets of dinnerware for the royal family and fifty vases of various sizes to decorate the interior of the palace. After receiving the items, if I am satisfied with them, I plan to purchase three hundred sets of tableware and three hundred vases for banquets.”
"OMG!"
Max sucked in a breath of air.
Since it is a product to be used by the royal family, it would naturally be of the highest quality, and the unit price and profit margin would be high, but the quantity is also enormous.
He felt like he was hit by a needle.
'Oh, how much is all this?'
It was when Max couldn't control his mouth from tearing open.
“There is just one condition.”
“Yes, yes. It’s a product for the royal family, so of course you would. Please tell me anything. I’ll do my best to accommodate you!”
“His Highness the Crown Prince will soon invite His Holiness and Lady to the Imperial Palace for a banquet, and he would like to showcase Spence’s tableware at that time.”
“Oh my, it’s a dream that our tableware is being supplied to the imperial family, but to have His Holiness and Lady use it too. It is truly an honor for the family.”
“Yes. But the dinner is scheduled for next month, so the items need to be ready within two weeks.”
“2, 2 weeks? That’s impossible!”
A scream-like voice echoed from somewhere. It was Max's wife, who was in charge of running the store instead of him, who was often absent because he was going to the casino.
“I have to start working right away in two weeks, but I already have the reservations...”
“Tsk! Where did this woman come from to interfere in men’s conversations?”
Max growled menacingly and covered his wife's mouth.
Two weeks was definitely a tight deadline.
Because the time it takes to make pottery, dry it, first fire it, decorate it, apply the glaze, and then finish it was definitely not short.
The two-week deadline set by the knight is truly the bare minimum.
Naturally, the pre-orders that had been received in advance had to be delayed one after another.
But Max accepted the offer without a moment's hesitation.
“Oh, my, I’m sorry about this. This woman’s useless meddling. Don’t worry. This is His Highness the Crown Prince’s order, so it has to take priority over any other order. Hehe.”
Of course, doing so would have caused problems for the workshop's credibility, but that would only last for a short time.
If word spreads that it has been delivered to the royal family, orders will come flooding in again, and prices will soar to levels incomparable to what they are now.
Max couldn't contain his excitement at the prospect of becoming the owner of a nationally renowned pottery workshop and the wealth that would follow.
“I feel relieved when you say it like that.”
Arthur smiled brightly and expressed his gratitude, then handed Max a rather heavy pouch.
“This is a deposit. Please finish it on time.”
“Oh, then. I will definitely prepare it by the deadline you mentioned!”
Max peeked inside his pocket and smirked at the sight of the gold coins shining brightly even in the dark.
After the Crown Prince's knights left, Max ran straight to the workshop located at the back of the building and instructed his son to make the items the Imperial Family had ordered.
Reese initially expressed his reluctance, saying that the delivery date for the products he had reserved was approaching, but when Max raised his hand once, Reese stopped barking and obeyed him like a scared dog.
“The fate of the workshop is at stake. You can’t afford to make even one inch of it carelessly! If anything goes wrong with this order, I’ll tear apart your useless hands and sell off Rose and Enya! Do you understand?”
After making such a vicious threat, Max ran straight to the gambling house.
Fortunately, his opponent had not yet left his position.
Max spent the whole day gambling away at the royal advance payment.
Gambling is 7 parts luck and 3 parts momentum. Of these, momentum is capital power.
Max, who had been beaten by men all day yesterday, won a series of crazy victories from the beginning.
Of course, after that his luck started to run out and he started to lose it again, but it was okay because he saved face.
Perhaps the influx of orders and the huge amount of money that was about to arrive had filled his heart.
But as is the case with everything in life, the process did not go as smoothly as he had hoped.
Reese had an accident. He had been making pottery all day and was returning home late at night when he was mugged and hit on the head. He never regained consciousness.
“You idiot! There are only five days left until the due date, and what are you going to do by just lying around like this? Damn it, why don’t you just get up?”
Max kicked his son into the bed, but Reese showed no sign of getting up.
He sank to the floor and clutched his head.
The only worker in the workshop was Reese, and he was lying there unable to do anything.
The current work in progress is decoration.
If it were just glaze or something, he would do it somehow, but painting pictures on porcelain and adding gold leaf is something that is completely impossible for him.
“Damn it, what should I do? If I break the deadline set by the imperial family, they won’t let me be.”
Even if the Crown Prince is fortunate enough to be lenient and not punish him for his crime, he will still have to return the advance payment.
The problem is that Max gambled away most of that winnings.
“Wow, this is driving me crazy. Seriously.”
Max, who was chewing his fingernails and trembling with anxiety, eventually made a risky decision.
He decided to secretly purchase items from other workshops in the neighboring town, stamp them with Spence's workshop's seal, and then deliver them.
Fortunately, the product was intercepted and was intended for delivery to a wealthy nobleman, so it didn't look bad.
“This should be fine.”
Max, quite satisfied with his own improvisation, leisurely waited for the deadline.
And on the day of the deadline, Arthur came at the exact time he had announced.
“Oh my, welcome back. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Are the items ready?”
“Yes. Here, I’ve packed it for you. Take a look.”
Arthur, who had been carefully examining each piece of pottery Max had shown him, nodded as if he had agreed with that.
“I don’t see anything special to do.”
“Oh my, where would I mix defective items into the delivery? I have inspected it several times, so you can rest assured.”
“Yes. Then I will trust you and take it. I will come back soon with additional orders.”
“Yes, yes. Please come and see me. I’ll be waiting.”
It was at that moment that Max bowed his head until his forehead touched the floor, anticipating the additional orders of three hundred sets of dishes and three hundred vases.
“I’m sorry, sir! I had an accident and couldn’t meet the deadline you gave me. Just give me three more days and I’ll make it look perfect. Please forgive me just this once!”
Arthur smiled faintly as if to reassure Max as he looked at him with confused eyes.
“There is no need to be so surprised, we are not here to bring any trouble. We just came to make a contract.”
“A contract? With us?”
“Yes. I heard that Spence’s ceramics are of excellent quality. So I sent someone to buy a sample some time ago, and His Highness the Crown Prince liked it very much. So I plan to replace all of the Imperial Palace’s tableware and vases with products from Spence’s.”
“Now, wait a minute. I’m so confused and don’t quite understand this. So, sir, are you saying that the royal family will use our products?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Max's mouth fell open.
The goods from this small workshop are supplied to the imperial family. What is going on?
Of course, Spence's ceramics were quite well known in this area, so many nobles would order them, but they never dreamed that the royal family would come looking for them.
Max, who had been unable to hide his daze for a while, came to his senses belatedly and bowed his head deeply.
“Oh my, the porcelain made in our workshop is used by the imperial family. What an honor. I don’t know how to express my gratitude.”
“It’s not something you should be thankful for. It’s all thanks to the Spencer Studio that produces such high-quality pottery.”
“Oh my, I don’t know what to do with myself when you compliment me like that.”
Max, who had been repeatedly expressing his gratitude by bending his back 90 degrees, soon rolled his eyes and asked cautiously.
“But what items and quantities would you like to order?”
“First, I would like to pre-purchase fifty sets of dinnerware for the royal family and fifty vases of various sizes to decorate the interior of the palace. After receiving the items, if I am satisfied with them, I plan to purchase three hundred sets of tableware and three hundred vases for banquets.”
"OMG!"
Max sucked in a breath of air.
Since it is a product to be used by the royal family, it would naturally be of the highest quality, and the unit price and profit margin would be high, but the quantity is also enormous.
He felt like he was hit by a needle.
'Oh, how much is all this?'
It was when Max couldn't control his mouth from tearing open.
“There is just one condition.”
“Yes, yes. It’s a product for the royal family, so of course you would. Please tell me anything. I’ll do my best to accommodate you!”
“His Highness the Crown Prince will soon invite His Holiness and Lady to the Imperial Palace for a banquet, and he would like to showcase Spence’s tableware at that time.”
“Oh my, it’s a dream that our tableware is being supplied to the imperial family, but to have His Holiness and Lady use it too. It is truly an honor for the family.”
“Yes. But the dinner is scheduled for next month, so the items need to be ready within two weeks.”
“2, 2 weeks? That’s impossible!”
A scream-like voice echoed from somewhere. It was Max's wife, who was in charge of running the store instead of him, who was often absent because he was going to the casino.
“I have to start working right away in two weeks, but I already have the reservations...”
“Tsk! Where did this woman come from to interfere in men’s conversations?”
Max growled menacingly and covered his wife's mouth.
Two weeks was definitely a tight deadline.
Because the time it takes to make pottery, dry it, first fire it, decorate it, apply the glaze, and then finish it was definitely not short.
The two-week deadline set by the knight is truly the bare minimum.
Naturally, the pre-orders that had been received in advance had to be delayed one after another.
But Max accepted the offer without a moment's hesitation.
“Oh, my, I’m sorry about this. This woman’s useless meddling. Don’t worry. This is His Highness the Crown Prince’s order, so it has to take priority over any other order. Hehe.”
Of course, doing so would have caused problems for the workshop's credibility, but that would only last for a short time.
If word spreads that it has been delivered to the royal family, orders will come flooding in again, and prices will soar to levels incomparable to what they are now.
Max couldn't contain his excitement at the prospect of becoming the owner of a nationally renowned pottery workshop and the wealth that would follow.
“I feel relieved when you say it like that.”
Arthur smiled brightly and expressed his gratitude, then handed Max a rather heavy pouch.
“This is a deposit. Please finish it on time.”
“Oh, then. I will definitely prepare it by the deadline you mentioned!”
Max peeked inside his pocket and smirked at the sight of the gold coins shining brightly even in the dark.
***
After the Crown Prince's knights left, Max ran straight to the workshop located at the back of the building and instructed his son to make the items the Imperial Family had ordered.
Reese initially expressed his reluctance, saying that the delivery date for the products he had reserved was approaching, but when Max raised his hand once, Reese stopped barking and obeyed him like a scared dog.
“The fate of the workshop is at stake. You can’t afford to make even one inch of it carelessly! If anything goes wrong with this order, I’ll tear apart your useless hands and sell off Rose and Enya! Do you understand?”
After making such a vicious threat, Max ran straight to the gambling house.
Fortunately, his opponent had not yet left his position.
Max spent the whole day gambling away at the royal advance payment.
Gambling is 7 parts luck and 3 parts momentum. Of these, momentum is capital power.
Max, who had been beaten by men all day yesterday, won a series of crazy victories from the beginning.
Of course, after that his luck started to run out and he started to lose it again, but it was okay because he saved face.
Perhaps the influx of orders and the huge amount of money that was about to arrive had filled his heart.
But as is the case with everything in life, the process did not go as smoothly as he had hoped.
Reese had an accident. He had been making pottery all day and was returning home late at night when he was mugged and hit on the head. He never regained consciousness.
“You idiot! There are only five days left until the due date, and what are you going to do by just lying around like this? Damn it, why don’t you just get up?”
Max kicked his son into the bed, but Reese showed no sign of getting up.
He sank to the floor and clutched his head.
The only worker in the workshop was Reese, and he was lying there unable to do anything.
The current work in progress is decoration.
If it were just glaze or something, he would do it somehow, but painting pictures on porcelain and adding gold leaf is something that is completely impossible for him.
“Damn it, what should I do? If I break the deadline set by the imperial family, they won’t let me be.”
Even if the Crown Prince is fortunate enough to be lenient and not punish him for his crime, he will still have to return the advance payment.
The problem is that Max gambled away most of that winnings.
“Wow, this is driving me crazy. Seriously.”
Max, who was chewing his fingernails and trembling with anxiety, eventually made a risky decision.
He decided to secretly purchase items from other workshops in the neighboring town, stamp them with Spence's workshop's seal, and then deliver them.
Fortunately, the product was intercepted and was intended for delivery to a wealthy nobleman, so it didn't look bad.
“This should be fine.”
Max, quite satisfied with his own improvisation, leisurely waited for the deadline.
And on the day of the deadline, Arthur came at the exact time he had announced.
“Oh my, welcome back. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Are the items ready?”
“Yes. Here, I’ve packed it for you. Take a look.”
Arthur, who had been carefully examining each piece of pottery Max had shown him, nodded as if he had agreed with that.
“I don’t see anything special to do.”
“Oh my, where would I mix defective items into the delivery? I have inspected it several times, so you can rest assured.”
“Yes. Then I will trust you and take it. I will come back soon with additional orders.”
“Yes, yes. Please come and see me. I’ll be waiting.”
It was at that moment that Max bowed his head until his forehead touched the floor, anticipating the additional orders of three hundred sets of dishes and three hundred vases.
“I’m sorry, sir! I had an accident and couldn’t meet the deadline you gave me. Just give me three more days and I’ll make it look perfect. Please forgive me just this once!”
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