The sun rises as usual, and the city of Prato is here for a new day.

Pulte sorted out in front of the dressing mirror, confirmed that there was no problem with his clothes today, practiced his professional smile for two minutes, and then went downstairs to open the door of the shop.

Prato City is a city of storm in recent years, with wool factory representative offices and purchasing merchants gathering here, and countless wars in shopping malls have begun here.

Last summer, there was reliable news that Earl of Meccaden no longer sold wool to the Kingdom of Bischberg, so many people flocked to the northern wasteland, like a piece of cake from it.

An old customer once found Pult and invited him to make a fortune in the northern wasteland.

But Pulte declined politely. He still remembers what his father said to him before his death: When everyone knows that something can make a fortune, people like us will be far away.

As a result, the old customer returned in vain and went there for nothing, and kept saying that he was just a visitor to the tour and learned from him.

Because the Kingdom of Fillingen further north also received news, the nobles there came together to form a group and ate the wool raw materials supply business one step ahead of the people of the Kingdom of Schberg, and even divided a piece of cake from the wool industry.

Now the nobles in the Bischberg Kingdom who are engaged in wool processing have a headache because the two countries have never dealt with each other, and it is extremely dangerous to be controlled by the other party.

There is now a rumor that the price of wool will rise by 10% this year compared with previous years.

These are too far away for Pulte. He is just an ordinary little citizen who relies on the business of real estate agencies to support his family.

In recent years, with the prosperity of the wool textile industry in Prato City, it has driven the development of the real estate industry. Real estate agencies like Pulte and others have also ushered in the industry spring.

Pulter has several old customers left by his father. Many years ago, his father used his own money to fill holes when the tenant was owed rent. He not only guaranteed that the houses would be handed over to this small agency in the future, but also introduced Baron Rhine who had just arrived in the city and the griffin knights under him.

After setting up the advertising signs, I made a pot of tea for myself, and the work of the whole day began.

The first thing he opened was a monthly calendar, which recorded on which day the house had to pay the rent, and on which day his wife had to bring the housekeeper to clean the house.

There are several buildings that need to be cleaned routinely in the past two days.

These buildings were rented by the Meccaden Family Chamber of Commerce in the past. Now they no longer do wool business and have collected the final payment, so they naturally checked out and retreated.

Mrs. Pulte is responsible for housekeeping such as cleaning, and she has many part-time housekeepers.

Mrs. Pulte used to be a maid in the house of the city tax officer, but Linda reported to her father in Chapter 350, and the two masters hung on the gallows together for three days.

The unemployed girl lost her income and was in a dilemma for paying her mother's rent, and then she was married home by Pult, who had been coveting her for a long time.

Just as Pulter was thinking about whether to go to the advertising bar at the airport to advertise these buildings, he heard his wife's voice.

"Please ask for it, two ladies." Mrs. Pulte invited a pair of twin girls to the store. "This is my husband. Just find him whatever house you want to rent."

As soon as she came back from sending breakfast to her mother, she saw the twins studying rental advertisements in the roadside advertising bar.

Poulte immediately stood up, and a perfect professional smile appeared on his face.

He saluted and said, "Good morning, two respected ladies, what can I do to serve you?"

After dealing with people for a long time, he could only see from his temperament that the two ordinary-dressed ladies in front of him were from a big family.

One of the girls said in a southern accent: "We want to rent a small building that can make pastry shops and people. I wonder if there is any suitable one here?"

Pulte immediately took out a simple map of Prato City and hung it on the wall, pointing to two places and said: "There are two places that meet the conditions, one in the commercial street and the other in the residential area."

A girl asked, "What kind of people live in that residential area?"

Pulte replied: "There are mainly senior staff of the city hall, and many businessmen, all of whom are decent families, and often pass by the city defense patrol."

The twin sisters muttered to each other a few words and decided to go and see the house first.

Pulte immediately called a taxi and took the two guests to the house with his wife.

This house was originally a collective kitchen of the McGarden Family Chamber of Commerce. There was a stone oven on the kitchen on the first floor, which was just right for opening a pastry shop.

The guest was very satisfied with the house and negotiated the price on the spot, signed a contract and paid a deposit, and then started to decorate.

Pulte said that he had an acquaintance in this industry...

Soon after, Pult and his wife returned to the shop happily. In addition to the rent commission, this order also received the commission for decoration and selling furniture and kitchen utensils.

Before they could finish laughing, this time, five quiet girls stood in front of the store. One of them came in and asked, "May I ask, do you have a quiet house for rent here?"

"Yes!" Pulte immediately changed from counting money to a professional smiling face. "I wonder what the lady has to ask for the house?"

The girl said, "We want to open a studio in the city and ask for a quiet house without any disturbance."

"No problem!" Pulte agreed immediately. He walked to the map that had not been collected and introduced several suitable properties to the girls.

After some discussion, the girls chose a building less than a kilometer away from the house where they made the pastry shop.

Pulte called a taxi to take the girls to the house, and said with a smile: "This house was used to be the residence of the head of the Meccaden Family Chamber of Commerce. The environment is good and surrounded by the staff of the city hall. Not only is it quiet, but the city defense force patrols often pass by."

Then another process came out, and he returned to the shop with a smile.

"The business is good today." Pulte said with a smile while drinking tea.

Mrs. Pulte also echoed: "Yes, they didn't even bargain. It would be better to have more wealthy people like this."

Pulte smiled and was about to take this opportunity to discuss some private matters with his wife, but then another customer came to the door.

"Is this a place to help rent a house?"

This time there were three beauties, one was quite mature, one looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and the little girl she was asking about just now looked twelve or three years old.

"We want to rent a building that can be used as a tailor shop," the little girl said.

Pulte smiled extremely brightly and immediately took the guests to choose a house.

If he is careful, he will find that after connecting the three houses he rented today, they can form a triangle about one kilometer long. There is a small building in the middle, and there is a mysterious person that everyone has often discussed recently.

This building is extremely strange. All the windows in broad daylight have thick curtains on them, and they can't see them inside at all.

Diana, sitting at the desk, suddenly felt her scalp numb, as if she was being monitored.

But this situation quickly disappeared. She just frowned and continued to read the manuscript of "Theory of Social Contract" that she had just finished.
Chapter completed!