Measuring dimensions.
Although channel trading does not involve traditional storefronts, the diverse array of goods offered by Fongo has certainly cultivated a store-like ambiencece.
Bathtubs, iron pots, and even iron axes and picks are being sold, all of which are in high demand.
Each of these items possesses durability.
Once their durability reaches zero, they become unusable.
Without the corresponding craftsman for repairs, one must repurchase them, making every individual a repeat customer of Fong Ho.
Recently, Fong Hao has unexpectedly begun to acquire textile related items without limit, astonishing everyone with a rapid development of his territory.
Observing the crowd's excited commotion, Fong House spoke again.
His territory is indeed researching textile products, and should they succeed, he would offer them for sale in the regional channel.
He invited those with cotton, linen, or silk to contact him privately.
Wow, did I just casually mention entering the textile industry? Are we in the same world? exclaimed one admirer.
Boss, remember me? said another.
Hey, I'd like to order a few dresses, chimed in a third voice.
Upstairs, I know you.
Why are you a guy ordering dresses? What is it to you? Everyone has the right to pursue their freedom.
Messages continued to flood in.
Shortly thereafter, someone sent a private message.
Boss Fong, I have linen.
How much do you need? Fonggho paused, noticing that the individual seemed to possess a substantial quantity of linen.
500 units.
Is that sufficient? Fongo proposed a figure.
Enough, came the swift reply.
Fong Hao's interest was peaked, and he glanced at the sender's name, Deng Bin.
Had this individual begun cultivating linen.
Otherwise, how could he possibly have such a considerable stock? However, if he could utilize linen, he wouldn't be so eager to sell it to Fonggha.
What do you require? Fonggha inquired further.
After a brief silence, the response came.
20 iron picks and 30 iron spears.
Recognizing the items requested, Fonga discerned that this individual s territory was developing slowly and had not yet reached the capacity to utilize linen.
Moreover, such an exchange was not acceptable to him.
He replied, "Iron is currently a hot commodity, and this linen cannot be traded for those items.
Iron picks and spears are both in high demand in the market and their selling price is quite substantial.
I am not inclined to trade 500 units of linen for them.
Nevertheless, the other party was straightforward, continuing, "Boss, you're developing swiftly.
You set a price and I'll sell to you.
Just help us slower developers along the way.
" This individual displayed intelligence, willing to sell his goods while seeking to align himself with a successful figure.
Fun.
how considered briefly before responding for 500 units of linen.
We will settle at the market value of 100 iron as an equivalent.
I require a shipment every 7 days and you can sell it to me.
Certainly, I shall refine and enhance your text into a more elegant form.
Very well.
I require 25 iron spears and I am prepared to trade immediately.
The response from the other party was swift.
Their previous asking price seemed more an attempt to inflate the cost.
In the trading zone, each iron spear could be exchanged for four units of iron.
Based on Fongo's established price, 100 units of iron equated to 25 iron spears.
Naturally, in Fongo's dealings, with a 100fold increase, the consumption for 25 iron spears would merely amount to two units of iron.
Agreed.
I shall list them now.
Before long, the two parties reach an agreement, each obtaining the items they required.
Fong Ho then inquired, "Might I ask how you have acquired such an abundance of linen?" This question peiqued Fong Ha's curiosity.
"Certainly, Liing Bin, I discovered this linen plant long ago.
Initially unfamiliar with it, I realized its properties when villagers began gathering it.
Following the trail where I found the linen, I stumbled upon a vast plain teeming with it.
Since it was of no use to me, I did not assign anyone to harvest it.
However, in this collaboration with you, I assure you that I will provide ample quantities of linen during our trade.
Once the transaction was completed and their conversation concluded, Fongha received some cotton and linen, though no silk.
After a brief pause without private messages, he closed the Lord's book.
After enjoying breakfast, Fong Hao proceeded to inspect his territory as usual.
Upon arriving at the tailor shop, he observed numerous skeleton tailor diligently operating the spinning wheels, processing the cotton thread crafted the previous night into fabric.
The warehouse was well stocked with raw materials sufficient for an extensive production run.
Good morning, my lord, exclaimed Sawyer, striding over with respect.
Having been appointed as captain by Fong Ha, Sawyer possessed the authority to command all tailor, he organized a portion of the workers to transform cotton in a thread, while others began converting the thread into fabric, delineating their rolls clearly.
Good morning, Sawyer.
Fongo greeted with a smile.
How may I serve you, my lord? Sawyer inquired further.
I come here, Fongo beckoned.
Once I approached, Fong Hao continued.
Sawyer, please make her some everyday clothing.
In a private room, Irene stood still, clad in a snug corset and shorts.
Fonhao took a soft measuring tape to gauge her dimensions.
This task was not originally his responsibility, but under the gaze of Ireie's tearfilled eyes.
He felt compelled to assist.
Ireie, raise your arms, he instructed.
Ireie lifted her alabaster arms and Fungha wrapped the measuring tape around her back, bringing it to the front, leaving a subtle indentation amidst her fullness.
"Master, loosen it a bit.
It is too tight," Irene gently protested.
"Oh," Funha replied, easing the tape slightly and noting the measurement.
He proceeded to measure her waist and hip dimensions methodically.
Ireie, your legs are rather disproportionate," he remarked, encircling the tape around her thigh once more.
Ireie's thighs were delicate and smooth, particularly striking in proportion to her height, long and slender.
"If placed in a modern world, she would undoubtedly outshine the majority of female stars.
" "Master, do you prefer short legs?" Eir inquired softly, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Ah, no, I prefer long ones," he replied.
Naturally, one would prefer long legs.
"Oh, that's good.
" Eier sighed in relief, feeling inexplicably elated.
Soon, Fong Ho completed all the data measurements.
Then, it was Eir's turn to follow suit, meticulously measuring Fong How from head to toe.
Once all measurements were finished, the two returned to the Taylor's shop to present the data to Sawyer, they decided to prioritize the creation of their garments over those needed by others in the channel, which would have to be postponed.
After surveying the territory, Fong Ho returned to the Lord's cabin, intending to lie back on the bed and utilize his divine state to explore the map.
Suddenly, a knock echoed at the door.
Master Bachelor Neielson has emerged and wishes to see you.
He's voice resonated from outside.
Neielson has emerged.
It has been four or five days since he entered the organ museum.
According to his own words, it was indeed time for him to emerge.
Stepping out of the lord's cabin, Fongghow beheld Neielson leaning on his staff accompanied by a towering skeletal hero.