Chapter 34 It Really Seems Fake

On the second floor of the Eastern Chamber of Commerce, the president of the Baratheon region changed into pajamas and prepared to rest.

Then I heard someone knocking on the door:

"President, I have a guest that I think you need to receive personally."

The branch president's unhappy expression was suppressed instantly.

"Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes."

"Yes, President."

The branch president asked as he changed his clothes:
"What kind of guest? A transcendent, a noble, or both?"

"I'm not sure, but he looks like an ordinary civilian, President."

"He called me without knowing this? What business does he want to discuss?"

The branch president, slightly surprised, quickened his movements.

A successful businessman will not behave like a fool. The fact that his people come to him at this point obviously shows that he is special.

"President, he has Lord Westeros' notes."

"The Archduke's notes?"

The branch presidents couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

This thing cannot be said to be contraband in Baratheon, but it is obviously not welcomed.

Although the branch president knew that many nobles who escaped death from the Grand Duke would secretly collect the Grand Duke's various relics.

To be honest, even the branch president couldn’t understand what these people were thinking.

Aren't you supposed to hate everything about the Duke of Westeros?
Why are they cursing others to death while at the same time happily buying the Grand Duke's legacy at a high price?
The branch president couldn't understand, but he was a businessman, and all he had to do was collect goods and sell them at a high price.

Therefore, as for the Grand Duke's notes, even their Chamber of Commerce only had a few signatures on unimportant documents.

"You said he looked like a civilian, but he had the Grand Duke's notes in his hand. What are those notes? Don't tell me they are confidential documents. We don't touch those things."

You can’t cross the line. This is one of the fundamental reasons why the Eastern Chamber of Commerce has become stronger.

The lobby manager said:

"President, don't worry, it's just a casual comment. It doesn't even constitute a complete sentence."

"Is that so? That doesn't matter."

Although such notes would not be worth much, it was still worth his effort. After all, it was to show the dignity of the Chamber of Commerce, and what if the other party still had goods?

As he was speaking, the branch president opened the door.

Seeing the president coming out, the lobby manager said hesitantly:

"President, I have asked someone to invite Mr. Hal."

"Hal? What do you want to call Hal for? Is there something wrong with the notes?"

Hal is a fortune teller in their Chamber of Commerce who specializes in identifying these celebrity notes.

He is a transcendent being on the path of the prophet.

"President, I have checked it. It is indeed the handwriting of the Grand Duke. But, but, it is too new."

Anyone who can become a chamber of commerce lobby manager must have unique abilities and a sharp vision.

"Too new?"

"Yes. It's so new."

"What kind of problem is this?"

In the extraordinary world, it is not surprising that something is preserved very new.

"President, you will know when you see it. Anyway, I don't think it is fake, but, but I always feel that it doesn't look like the real thing because it is new."

The branch president looked at him strangely, then smiled and tugged at his collar and said:
"That's because you're not good enough in martial arts. Just wait and see what happens with my eyes, haha!"

"Ah, it's already this late, don't call Mr. Hal, let him have a good sleep!"

Hal had just been woken up, and was told that he didn't need to go.

He scratched his head and fell asleep again in a daze.

On the Chamber of Commerce side, the branch president walked up to the third floor with full confidence and met Moon, who had been invited here earlier.

"Hello, dear sir. I heard that you have the notes of the Duke of Westeros. Can I examine them?"

Moon naturally agreed and raised his hand to signal. The staff next to him then presented the notes on the tray to the branch president.

The moment he saw the notes, the branch president broke out in a cold sweat.

This thing, this thing.

Is it true or false?!
After taking a look at the lobby manager who seemed to be trying to hold back his laughter, the branch president wiped his sweat and forced a smile at Mo En:
"Please wait a moment!" Then he solemnly took out a pair of white silk gloves from his arms and put them on.

After picking up the notebook, the branch president first put it under the light and examined it carefully. The result of looking at it from a distance and up close was that it was really not good, but also really fake.

After rubbing his eyes, the branch president put it in front of his nose and smelled it carefully.

The more he smelled it, the more he felt that this should be new paper that had been produced less than a week ago. He even smelled that it was produced by the Moss Paper Mill.

Theoretically, the result has come out here.

But the problem is that the Moss Paper Mill is a century-old factory. If someone had used a complicated technique to preserve it when the Grand Duke had just written this note,

This is not impossible.

After all, the handwriting on this piece of paper is exactly the same as the Archduke's.

But, how should I put it, what is written here is not something secret, and it is not even a complete sentence.

It was as if the Grand Duke had left it there unconsciously while he was thinking about something.

If this kind of thing wasn't left behind by someone of the Grand Duke's level, it wouldn't be worth anything at all.

So who would keep this stuff?
Since he had access to the Grand Duke's original documents and had the right to dispose of and properly preserve them, wouldn't it be better for him to preserve something else?

At this moment, the branch president suddenly felt that the appearance of this thing seemed to be just to torture them, the appraisal businessmen.

After a few forced laughs, the branch president said to Moon:

"Please wait a little longer."

The branch president turned around and looked at the lobby manager and said:
"Quick, go and call Mr. Hal."

Poor Mr. Hale was woken up again just as he fell asleep.

But he couldn't say no to his boss's words.

I could only rush over with full of complaints.

Looking at the Grand Duke's notes in front of him, as a fortune teller at Sequence Six of the Prophecy Path, his first reaction was that this must be fake.

Having been in the Chamber of Commerce for so long, he has some insight.

The handwriting is indeed the same, but it is too new.

So he didn't even take any preventive potions and just started his divination.

"Sir, wouldn't you like to drink some potion or prepare for the ritual first? This is the notes of the Duke of Westeros."

Divining a higher power, even if it was a dead higher power, was prone to accidents. After all, the higher power was only dead, not that the extraordinary entanglement they left behind was gone.

Besides, it is really not surprising that the superior is resurrected.

The fortune teller smiled and said:

"Need not."

Seeing this, Moon stopped trying to persuade him, thinking that nothing serious would happen anyway.

Everyone then saw the confident fortune teller put his hand on the notebook, and then he closed his eyes and fell over.

Obviously, this is the real thing.

Only the genuine article will cause problems for the extraordinary person who divines it.

Looking at the fortune teller being carried away.

The branch president collected the notes that Moen had just written and said:

"You want to exchange this note for three moonflowers and fifty milliliters of Silver Spring. And, um. Let me see. Sir, are you sure you only want to exchange these things?"

The list that Moon gave was full of little things that were not very useful. Of course, the most important ones were the Moon Flower and the Silver Spring, and the rest were just to confuse people.

These two are the extraordinary materials that Moon needs.

"of course."

"Sir, these things are not equal to the value of your notes. Please allow me to pay you the extra difference."

Seeing the other party say this, Mo En also smiled and said:

"It seems we can have more cooperation in the future, sir."

The branch president nodded and smiled. This is the foundation for the Eastern Chamber of Commerce to grow stronger!
But Moen continued:

"Don't worry, I will definitely bring more celebrity notes to your Chamber of Commerce in the future!"

The branch president suddenly felt that he had done something stupid.

That thing may be true, but, but, it's too torturous!

(End of this chapter)