I am Kurt Von Ritzburg

“Hehehe…”

The sun was up. And I was with Glenn, as promised, to discuss the business. But unlike the previous time, I was all clear.

No worries. My face was even lighter, with more glee. And the reason? 

‘The last night was wonderful.’

With all the worries and misunderstandings out, the night and the sleep after that were amazing! Miria's curvy body... I will never get tired of it!

“Cough! Kurt. Did you listen to what I said?”

Glenn's intervention made me come out of my lusty dreams and focus on the matter at hand.

“Oh! Sorry, I was a bit absentminded.”

I wasn't lying. This apology… It wasn't just a formality. I was truly feeling sorry. Why?

One glance at Glenn makes it obvious. Unlike my gleeful face, this man had bloodshot eyes with dark circles under them, truly deprived of a good sleep. All of it happened because he was intensively indulging in my business idea and what the boss was doing. He was playing around with his woman all night.

This certainly makes me feel guilty. As a boss, I am lazing around, and the subordinate works until he is dead.

The anger and resentment that come from such situations are too deep. Let alone Glenn; if I were in his place, I would push the knife behind the boss’s back.

But in this scenario, the boss is me. As much of a black-hearted capitalist as I want to become, I certainly don't want a knife in my back.

“Cough! So, tell me. What is it?”

Glenn understood that I was trying to smooth it out, and he certainly didn't object to it. After all, he also wants to discuss business here.

“I think the idea of using premium to distinguish products is good. But…”

“But?”

“The pouches might not work.”

“Huh? What do you mean? How could they not work?” 

I mean, they are subspace pouches! A tool of great practicality in such a burdensome medieval world! This is a mind-blowing innovation!

“Listen to me first. Those pouches might be great for merchants, but when it comes to nobles, I don't think they will work.”

And soon, Glenn went on to talk about it. To this point, all my lecherous thoughts from last night were all out, and my attention was all directed towards him.

For merchants, the pouches were a necessity. So, subspace pouches would thrive in such a market. In contrast, it's the total opposite for nobles. For nobles, a subspace pouch is not that important.

To them, it is just a product that is in the trend. And being the top citizens, they naturally want to own the best edition of it.

And it wouldn't be wrong if they bought the pouch at the start. But soon, they won't use it enough. Why?

Because it's bothersome. That's right. It's bothersome.

Merchants can move with pouches around their waists, but can nobles do it?

To open the pouch and take out whatever is stored inside it all the time... It's too bothersome. 

For merchants who carry it in bulk, it is a good product. But for nobles who only need it to brag, it is worthless. What can nobles store at most? Some miscellaneous items. A pen, or a parchment, all such menial things.

The best thing about the pouch is its practicality. But it's not good enough to make it a premium product for nobles.

And one more important reason is aesthetics. In terms of looks, a pouch looks aesthetically bad. It wouldn't be for commoners and merchants, but for the nobles, it is.

The pouch works as an object in the game—odd one out. No matter how luxuriously it is made, it cannot change its appearance as a pouch—a small bag hanging from the waist.

The idea of using a subspace magic tool is novel, but a pouch as a tool is not.

“This…”

The more I listened to him, the more I felt that Glenn Corner was right! This pouch… It might work at first but will fail later on.

The nobles won't use it. The plan of it becoming premium and only for rich ones—the future of it becoming a brand—might not come to fruition.

The root of a successful brand always lies in a good product. And the pouch wasn't.

Nor was it convenient, nor were its aesthetics that good, and it also gave off the vibe of low-class people.

“Glenn, how did you find out?”

“Well, I researched quite a bit and examined the product from different perspectives.”

Glenn Corner… I did the right thing to hire this man! If he didn't find it out, my business would go down the drain.

“Glenn. We have to change the product.”

“But won't there be a loss?”

To Glenn, it was a huge worry. After all, he took up the helm of business once again with a lot of effort. Now, he doesn't want to lose again.

“Don't worry about monetary loss. It is more important to find a new product. I have to make it a success somehow.”

I was determined. How could I back out? It's my pot of gold! There is no way I can just leave because of my initial failure.

‘I have to find a substitute for a pouch.’

Meanwhile…

Kurt’s determination set Glenn ablaze. He could feel that Kurt was serious. Though he joined relations with him, Glenn was still skeptical about Kurt.

After all, who is Kurt? An heir of a noble. And such heirs of rich nobles come and play around, squandering money.

But the boy in front of him was different. Glenn felt that Kurt was indeed a comrade, someone with a passion for business.

And it made him guilty. He was the expert in business here. Instead of guiding the boy in front of him, he was thinking about giving up and saving costs.

Where is his energy from the past?

‘This time, I won't back out at any cost!’

If Kurt learned about his inner thoughts, he would just scoff them off. Passion for business? Sorry, this man here just has a passion for money.

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