Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 6 Isn't this a kind of minotaur?
There were a few more clerks in Drogo's Toy Store.

Yes, due to the limited cultural level of Drogo and his subordinates, he finally chose to use his own name as the store name.

Anyway, that’s how Arkwright across the street got his name.

Drogo is more or less one of the most famous villains on the continent. The name of the toy store is both contrasting and absurd, showing the store manager's determination to make unique toys.

The above is how he convinced himself that the name was reasonable.

The new shop assistants were local girls hired because the group of ugly girls under him were not suitable to be shopping guides.

The store was deserted, with sales barely breaking five silver coins in seven days, and a few of the items were purchased as a friendship gift from Sir Bain.

Drogo is not in a hurry. He thinks things will get better as the plot of "Fire Teen King" unfolds and the heat builds.

Why not study the magic book while you have free time? Dragon language magic is engraved in your genes. You don't need to learn it, you will learn it naturally.

They know nothing about real magic.

I wasn't interested in it before because the Eight Rings' Burning Cloud Technique was not as good as a breath of dragon. Now that I've changed my track, it's better to learn more.

You don’t know until you learn. Once you learn, you will find that your talent for magic is amazing. It turns out that this big dragon head is not in vain.

While he was absorbed in studying, Aisha became anxious like a new web writer who kept refreshing her collection data in the background.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Drogo was filled with disappointment.

They are now in the same boat. If the yo-yo business really fails, who will give her a monthly salary of twenty-five silver coins?

Toto thinks so too.

So she decided to make whatever money she could before going bankrupt and devote herself to developing yo-yo moves.

Her mental state made people wonder how many days ago she last slept.

His face was gray, his eyes were dull, his hair was shiny with oil, his hands were stiff but precise in repeating the movements, and he kept muttering, "Another five silver coins, another five silver coins, hehehehehehe..."

The goblins have already started planning on when Toto will die in the store.

"jingle--"

The doorbell rang.

A middle-aged man walked in. Although it was already summer, he was still wearing a tuxedo, a top hat, and leaning on a cane.

There was clearly a clock in the store, but he pretended to look at his pocket watch, with a sense of affectation as if he was role-playing a nobleman.

They don't look like the Yo-Yo audience at all, nor do they look like they have watched "Fire Teen King".

Although we cast a wide net to submit our works, most newspapers and magazines did not publish them. The mainstream opinion still looked down on comics, and only gossip newspapers accepted comics.

The man declined the clerk's introduction and walked around the store, trying out a few yo-yos. He didn't understand how to play them, but he commented on each one.

“The color scheme lacks aesthetic appeal.”

“The workmanship is a bit rough.”

“There is no understanding of children’s thinking.”

If it were just like this, it would be fine, but we would also add some interjections from time to time, such as "Hehe, ah, hum hum, tsk tsk..."

Maybe it was because it was the middle of the month, which made the already anxious Elsa even more irritable.

Watching this man's every move, the more I looked, the more annoying it became. I wished I could just close the door and let the orc out.

After turning around several times, the man finally came in front of Elsa and bowed.

"Beautiful lady, I guess you are the manager of this store."

"Yes." Elsa replied unhappily.

"Ma'am, anger is not good for your skin."

Aisha, you are a second-level illusionist, the chief yo-yo special effects designer, the toy store manager, and an outstanding talent with a monthly salary of up to twenty-five silver coins. You need to be mature.

She tried hard to resist the urge to slap him in the face.

The man continued, "My name is Hakan Arkwright, and I own a small toy store that happens to be across the street."

"Yeah, that's amazing, I never expected that, you're really awesome, do you want me to give you a yo-yo as a reward?"

Arkwright ignored Elsa's taunting.

"My store may be doing a little better than this one. If you are unemployed, you are welcome to work in my store. The clown role is suitable for you."

After saying that, he didn't give Elsa a chance to retort. He walked out of the store and bowed again at the door, saying loudly: "I hope to see you in my store soon."

Elsa blushed.

Arkwright returned to his shop, feeling very happy. His brother asked nervously, "How is it? How is the business of that shop?"

"They are not a threat at all. When I saw them decorate and open their shop so quickly that day, I thought they were some big shot. They actually dared to open a shop across from us, but their sales in a week are not as much as what we sell in an hour."

"That shouldn't be the case. I think the yo-yo is well designed and there should be many ways to play with it." He was still holding the two halves of the yo-yo in his hand.

"Don't worry, don't worry about this yo-yo. Just keep making toys according to your ideas. The other side won't be open for a few days."

Hakan took off his coat, poured himself a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and said disdainfully: "You're called Drogo, do you really think you have a dragon in your shop?"

Arkwright Toy Store is a brothers' store. The elder brother Hakan is responsible for running the store, while the younger brother Karaman is responsible for designing and making toys.

As night fell, Cornflower Street fell into silence.

When Hakan closed the shop, he deliberately took another look at Drogo's Toy Store. It closed early, so there must not be much business.

Your own success is certainly gratifying, but your opponent's failure is even more exciting.

When he returned home, he specifically asked the servants to prepare a sumptuous dinner for him to celebrate.

The time spent together as a family is always warm.

Although he had accumulated a lot of wealth by selling toys, he did not want his three children to go into this business.

The reason is simple: you can't become a noble by selling toys.

Even though the royal family was playing with his toys, in the eyes of the nobles it was still just a small business.

So he sent all his children to the best schools. If they could awaken their magical talents and become fifth-level magicians, they would be awarded the title of nobility.

Even if you don't have magical talent, you should study hard and become a lawyer, doctor, scholar, etc. Anyway, you can't follow him to sell toys.

Dinner was quickly prepared. After saying the prayer to the goddess of magic before the meal, they were about to enjoy the food when they discovered that one person was missing.

"Where's Ben?" Hakan asked.

Ben is his youngest son and the best student. The teachers at school praise him for his chance to enter Perenta in the future.

That was one of the twin towers, where the Institute of Science and Technology and the Academy of Sciences were located, and the scholars inside were generally respected by the nobles.

He cannot afford to make any mistakes and must focus all his energy on studying.

"He should be studying upstairs," the lady replied. "I urged him several times, but he didn't come down."

"Then I'll go call him." Hakan also brought Dieben's favorite dessert, ready to show his father's love.

Walk upstairs and knock on the door gently.

"Ben, it's me."

"Wait a minute!" Then the sound of packing up was heard from the room.

Hakan immediately felt something was wrong and reached out to open the door, only to find it was locked.

"Didn't I tell you not to lock the door at home? What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing!" After a few hurried footsteps, the door was opened and Ben stood at the door in his pajamas.

"I was tired from studying, so I took a nap and locked the door because I didn't want the servants to disturb me."

"Have you forgotten that servants in your house cannot enter your house without your permission?"

"But, no..."

Without waiting for Ben to explain, Hakan pushed him aside and walked into the house, observing every detail like a detective.

What's in that book?
He picked up the book from the pile, opened it, and found a folded newspaper inside.

When I unfolded it, it was all comics.

"What is this? Fire Boy King?" He read out the name that made no sense to him. "Is this what you should see?"

As he spoke, he tore the newspaper apart.

"Don't tear it up, it was lent to me by my classmate..." Ben pleaded with a tearful voice.

"You are the one who will work in Perenta in the future. Am I working so hard to earn money just for you to watch this?"

Hakan slammed the torn newspaper on the table.

"Bang--"

Two round objects fell out from the shelf on the table.

Hakan felt that they looked very familiar, so he picked them up and saw that they were written as Fire Warrior and Fire Dragon Ball respectively.

Is this a yo-yo?
(End of this chapter)