Road To The Crown 189 Opening The Marketplace Part 2

In the end, my estimates about the time that it would take my workers to finish all the wrap-up work in the trading office was grossly oversized. Rather than taking the rest of the day and the entire night, they managed to finish everything even before the sun managed to set behind the horizon!

"Good job guys. Just like promised, everyone will receive a bonus in the form of a single red golden per head, or the equivalent in the merit papers! You can go and claim them now, as, after a short break, we will be opening up the entire market!"

Gesticulating with my hands to add my own emotions to the already joyous atmosphere in the room, I smiled at the small crowd of the people that worked tirelessly in order to finish this project in advance when compared to the set deadline. 

With how only a few of them belonged to the very core of my workforce that took part in the early projects, it only added the importance of flaunting how much I would reward everyone for working as hard as they did. Even if splurging over a hundred red goldens just like that could be considered as nothing but recklessness!

"Sir, the accountants are ready to start working. Should we follow the initial plan of accepting the registrations alone with the sellout starting tomorrow, or are we going to risk going all-in right off the bat?"

Due to the fact that Tarnow was only responsible for supplying the beer, the prices for all the other wares were yet to be set. In other words, if we dared to open the market to the buyers the moment we would do so for the sellers, the prices would be all over the place for as long as it would take for them to stabilise!

"No, even if it would make everyone happier, I don't want this place to be a.s.sociated with such fluctuations. After all, stability is far more important than a short-term gain, be it in the form of coins or trust."

Shrugging my arms, I moved forward, changing from the resting area where the manual workers celebrated the finish of their work on this project to the backstage of the trading office, where all sorts of educated workers were preparing for the grand opening.

Manning up this building alone was one of the easily most expensive projects of mine. With how most of them were either poor n.o.bles that either lost their lands or didn't have any hopes of inheriting it in the first place, or the second-rate offspring of the citizens from all over the province, their wages had to be higher than what my manual workers were receiving. 

Even if I honestly considered them to be worth far less than the people that worked honestly in turning my products into such great places like this marketplace, I couldn't disregard how important they were for the smooth operations for this by far most important projects of mine.

"Everyone, what you will be responsible for after I will open the gate, won't be just your usual crowd of merchants. Those people will be your opportunity!"

I wouldn��t lie if I were to say that all the schemes that I implemented in this place were an absolute pinnacle for what I could create based on my personal knowledge. Without relying on the system at all, I recalled all the motivational speeches that my leaders told me back when I was a simple salesman working on the phone for the company. As I climbed the corporate ladder back in modern times, I had to adapt to all forms of the employment that were forced on me, and now I used all of those skills that I once learned, to turn this place into the first seed of the capitalism in this world!

"For every sale, you will get profits. For every registration, you will get profits. For every obligation, TRUST, RENT or merit paper sale, you will get profit. In short words, the better work you will do, the more you will earn!"

If I were to limit how much everyone could earn to just a flat, periodical income, they would work only as much as it would be required to not lay them off. That's why rather than paying them for the hours they would spend in this place, they had to earn their keep by striking the deals!

As I once worked in this type of wage scheme, I knew how devious it really was. With no one forcing one's to work hard but the mirage of losing one's employment and means to feed himself, people tended to act as their own managers, ready to whip their own backs with their imaginary whips!

"That's why you need to remember! You are the ones that will make the deals. It's not the traders, it's not the buyers. For you, all of them are a source of profit, that will make you richer beyond any reasonable imagination!"

Suddenly slamming my hand on the nearby desk filled to the brim with simple forms that would help those officials to categorize and register all the incoming products.

"I want to hear it from you guys. WIll you suck all of those poor fellows dry?!"

Rather than keeping all the words for myself, it was better to step out of the stage and let the crowd of enthusiastic followers take over. Unless I made them swallow the hype that I was pouring in them, they might fail to feel its proper effect.

"WE WILL!"

"HURAY!"

"LET'S GO!"

As the entire room erupted with an outcry resembling what an army could produce mere moments before two fronts would clash against each other in a battle for life and death, those accountants of mine raised their fists with faces making them look alike said warriors. The only difference between the two of them right now was that the warriors were most likely going to die for nothing, while they would keep on living and keep producing more and more revenue for my business!

"Let's not waste any more time, then! Guards, OPEN THE GATES!"