Chapter 65: (Self Edited) Hospitality
Volume 6 starts.
At the age of seventeen, in the early spring, it was a very cold day in this country. I was about to turn eighteen.
On that day, I was watching wooden boxes being transported one after another from a sailing ship that was bigger and better than any other ship anchored in the port of the royal capital. It was a three-masted mast with one horizontal sail on the front and two vertical sails at the back.
The contents of the wooden box were cotton. Unspun cotton could be used to make futon and clothes with cotton padding. It seemed to be a big hit in recent years in the royal capital. It was a complete seller market.
Clearly, the amount of profit made from that hard labor was laughable. It wasn’t a matter of making easy profit. It was rather to monopolize the trade. That kind of feeling. Perhaps, this profit would continue until the cotton was oversupplied and the price collapsed.
This was the second ship. The first ship was behind the second ship and it was waiting for unloading. It was an accompanying ship. The third ship was under construction in the Republic of Albio.
It had been a little over a year since the trade with Harold started. It had expanded so far in no time. At the beginning, the trade used the port in Suomi. By negotiating with the preferential delivery rights for rare imported goods, the port of the royal capital became available.
I was sitting at the wharf, and without realizing it, I was lost in thought while watching the two ships and the cargo being unloaded, that were all my private properties.
When I was in Japan, I only made quick money and I had never earned a decent income, but now, I was a businessman who raised a business for less than ten years.