Chapter 1023 1005 Vivaldi Bank

Chapter 1023 1005. Vivaldi Bank

The next few days were no longer busy. After all, Lan En's main goal in coming to Novigrad had been completed.

——Find a shapeshifter in this city of 100,000 people.

Dandelion originally planned to complete the script in one day and then hand it over to Lady Irena's troupe for them to perform it.

But after Priscilla involuntarily joined in the creation of the script, the two outstanding poets and playwrights began to have a hard time dealing with each other.

Just like people of the same sex repelling each other, they used their beautiful and complex grammar to mock each other's writing style and ideas without giving in.

This slowed down the creative process.

But then, the two of them truly felt each other's literary talent without admitting defeat.

"We're almost good friends now."

Geralt, who lived with them at the Kingfisher Tavern, described their current relationship this way.

Dudu's face didn't look good at first, after all, he just wanted to chase Priscilla.

But these bad emotions soon disappeared, and he was not obsessed with Priscilla.

After all, judging from his behavior of using Dandelion's appearance and talent to attract Priscilla's attention, whether he loves Priscilla or not is still a question.

In the magical medieval view of love, they generally separated sexual desire and love.

Take Geralt as an example: if Geralt goes to bed with a woman simply because he wants to vent his desires, Yennefer, who has been entangled with him for a long time, may even watch with interest, or join in with a smile. .

Anyway, I don’t care too much.

But if Geralt gives his feelings to any woman, then Yennefer will definitely not be in a good mood, and may even blast Geralt with a lightning spell.

Sexual desire can be casual, but love must be serious.

However, Lan En couldn't completely separate these two points anyway.

As for Dudu, he chased the girl in front of others. This behavior was most likely not out of love. Besides, he and Priscilla had only been in contact for a few days.

So when he decided to give up, he seemed much more casual.

The script is still being written, but Lan En has already taken the lead, leading Dudu to start solving his own industry handover issues.

Changing a professional manager is not a simple process where the asset owner just says something and signs.

He needs to give Dudu the authority to mobilize the funds in his account, and give him the ledger and equity information so that he can understand what is within his management scope.

And these things all involve complex financial operations. In short: you have to go to the bank.

Fortunately, the Kingfisher Tavern is very close to the Patriarch's Square, and there is a large dwarf bank, Vivaldi Bank, in the Patriarch's Square.

Dudu and Lan En left the Kingfisher Tavern and walked down the stone steps to the bank in less than five minutes.

Pass through the still lively Bishop's Square.

"There's just something nice about living here."

Dudu said as he quickened his pace. Although he quickened his pace, it only prevented Lan En from walking in slow motion.

"What?"

Lan En asked as he tugged on his hooded cloak.

This is a new cloak. The original one bumped into a street vendor while chasing Dudu, so the fish seller got angry and slapped it with an eel. After the mucus on the eel's body surface was dried, it looked very disgusting, so Lan En Replaced.

"At least there's no Eternal Fire preacher standing on a box on the side of the road, grinning."

Dudu curled his lips and said.

"They tend to be found in the Bize district, or other ghettos in Novigrad close to the southern wall."

"Standing on the box, he preached to the poor people who were surrounding him and living a hard life. He said he was preaching, but in fact everyone knew it."

Dudu made a very deliberate and pitiful expression. He even extended a hand, as if to soothe the world's pain.

This is probably the daily posture of those missionaries.

"Instead of persuading others to believe in the Eternal Fire, it is better to let the poor people who are already living a difficult life think that their miserable lives are all due to inhuman races and monsters. Then the Eternal Fire will deal with these things, and the poor people will naturally believe it. "

"It sounds like you had a bad experience with the missionary."

Lan En raised a brow under his hood.

"Of course!" Dudu said bluntly, "I was just passing by, and then I was seen by the missionary. In front of me, he said without hesitation that I, a halfling profiteer, stole human money."

"I didn't dare to say anything at that time, even if he pointed at my nose and scolded me. Because the way the crowd surrounding him looked at me made me think that I was back to living in the wilderness. To be honest, I was scared. Awesome. Almost like running away."

"But here, in the Patriarch's Square, the most high-end and most profitable market in Novigrad. For the sake of the city's finances, the Church of the Eternal Fire will at least not send rude missionaries here."

"Well, gentlemen, please follow me."

As Lan En and Dudu talked, they walked to the other end of the Leader's Square. Vimo Vivaldi greeted them loudly and went to the bank to greet them.

This is a typical dwarf banker. He wears gold and silver. He is not at all like his rough, bold and dirty counterpart who is dedicated to blacksmithing and ore mining.

Only his short, stocky body and the lush white beard that hung down to his chest gave him the general characteristics of a dwarf.

Because Lan's assets were considerable and Dudu had made an appointment in advance, the president of the Vivaldi branch in Novigrad came out to greet him.

Walking into the bank, there were many long tables and people working hard at the long tables.

There were young humans and dwarves whose ages were difficult to distinguish. They were all busy copying rows of data and symbols on parchment, everyone lowered their heads and opened their mouths slightly.

This work was extremely monotonous just to look at, but everyone was concentrating.

The leading banker walked to his office, turned around and carefully closed the door, then smoothed his white beard and pulled down the silk coat that barely covered his big belly.

"Welcome, Duke Lan, and my old friend, Dudu Biberwit."

He sat down behind his desk, and the mahogany desk creaked under the weight of the pile of scrolls.

"You can take off your hood, Duke. Sillerton has told me about it and has also made arrangements."

The three major dwarf banking families: Giancardi, Vivaldi, and Sianvanlini.

There is little competition between them. After all, in a world dominated by humans, it is not easy to have such a large share in the financial world.

Lan En took off his hood obediently and sat on the chair in a more comfortable posture.

"Sillerton, I remember this young man very well. When he was leaving the family bank to start a business, I said he was very brave."

Vemo Vivaldi first used their common acquaintance as an intermediary to bring them closer.

"Please don't blame him, Duke. After all, he is only a few dozen years old and a young dwarf with no hair on his mouth. No one can predict investment."

Lan En thought of Sillerton's big red beard and scratched his chin speechlessly.

"No, I don't blame him. In fact, he was too sensitive and insisted on resigning from my position as a professional manager."

"Ah, that's great. Uncle Shilerton took great pains to greet me and asked me to explain it to you on his behalf."

Wemo Vivaldi nodded, then took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the pocket of his coat that was stretched tight by his big belly and put them on.

He began to look through the pile of scrolls on the table.

Soon, he found a thick scroll with dozens of parchments stapled together, like a crudely bound book, and handed it to Lan En across the table.

"That's it, the equity statement handed over by Shilerton, and the bank account information."

Lan En took a rough look, and Mentos retrieved the information recorded when he looked at the account book in an instant, and the things on it could be completely compared with the thick scroll.

Vivaldi Bank completely handed over this information.

Lan En turned the thick scroll a quarter of a circle in his hand and pointed it at Dudu beside him.

"Now, this is your job."

"Of course." Dudu took the thick scroll without hesitation.

"Okay, okay." Vimo Vivaldi took off his glasses. "Dudu, I have always admired you. The last failed transaction was nothing. Now you see, isn't this a comeback?"

"Now you are starting to get involved in real big business, and you may be able to move up to a higher level."

"Thank you for your blessing, old Vimo."

Dudu responded while looking at the information in his hand.

"I have to say that my predecessor really has a good vision. The shares and assets he bought are very high-quality. If he is not too impatient, he will definitely make money."

"I said a long time ago that the kid is a child of the Giancardi family."

The dwarf banker adjusted his beard and said with a little relief.

Then he turned his gaze to the witcher.

"Your Excellency the Duke, your broken capital chain is not a big deal. Even for these high-quality assets, our Vivaldi Bank can easily fill the hole for you."

"The interest rate is the lowest friendly price for you. Believe me, this loan condition will definitely make King Vizimir envious."

I know it.

Lan En thought secretly in his heart.

His broken capital chain looks dangerous, and he will basically go bankrupt in a few days. But in fact, there are definitely many people who are eager to lend him money.

Some people go to the bank and cry for a little money, but for valuable customers, banks are eager to hope that people can borrow money from them.

Because this is the source of the bank's influence.

But Lan En didn't want to get involved with the complicated banking and financial forces, so he took out a bill of exchange from the alchemical leather bag on his waist.

The bill of exchange was placed on the table and pushed in the direction of Vimo Vivaldi.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm not used to owing money."