Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 153 - 152 The Rain Dragon Snow Cigar

Chapter 153: Chapter 152: The Rain Dragon Snow Cigar

Chapter 153 -152: The Rain Dragon Snow Cigar

In Russell’s old home on Earth, one must tell a good story when selling an item, especially one with a hint of luxury.

The prime example was the little tin of tea.

What with the 3 years, 400,000 kilometers, and the joint efforts of 8 masters to create a masterpiece representing Chinese tea. Setting a standard for fine tea, making tea buying worry-free, and drinking tea simpler…

But don’t other say, that little tin of tea really did sell well, to the extent that even Russell, in his previous life, bought some when he needed a gift to get things done. Everyone knew it was a bit of an IQ tax, but when you’re out handling affairs, buying it could indeed show sincerity.

Just like luxury items, do the rich not know they’re expensive? But they don’t care, what they’re buying is the prestige of its price.

If it isn’t expensive, how can I prove I’m rich?

In today’s Shadowflame Duchy, it’s apparent that small merchants still don’t know how to do business through storytelling and only know how to tout the goodness of their own goods.

Russell had brought out the “hand-rolled cigars,” and in terms of concept, it truly crushed everything else.

“Grandfather, the uninhibited burning beauty of the cigar is a fitting match for someone like you, who has toiled a life for the nation’s cause—it complements your demeanor perfectly,” Russell said as he handed over a whole box of cigars to Count Merlin’s personal servant.

He then took a puff of a cigar himself, joining Count Merlin in a majestic ascent through the clouds.

Compared to other tobacco products.

Russell didn’t have an aversion to cigars, since one doesn’t need to inhale them into the lungs, and they don’t cause any harm to the body. Of course, in this world with transcendental powers, even if the cigars were inhaled into the lungs, with Battle Qi nourishing the body, there wouldn’t be any harm either.

“It really has a unique flavor,” Count Merlin expressed considerable satisfaction with Russell’s “uninhibited burning beauty.”

The cigar might have tasted average at first, and because he was already accustomed to smoking a pipe, starting with cigars was indeed a bit awkward.

But after being praised by Russell, he suddenly felt that the cigar in his hand was the only thing fitting for his status as a ten-year head of state.

To finish a cigar was like experiencing a knight’s life; the status it conveyed was indeed high.

Therefore, with a gentle puff, and then exhaling, Count Merlin couldn’t help but say, “At first, it’s subtle, but upon careful appreciation, it seems more and more like the life of a knight. Lighting a cigar is like igniting Battle Qi, with smoke rising, burning through a lifetime, ah!”

After expressing his emotions.

His old heart comforted, he laughed, “Good, good, Russell, you’ve been thoughtful. Grandfather is very happy you could give me such a meaningful gift.”

Russell modestly replied, “It’s just a small token from your grandson.”

“Having this thoughtfulness is worth more than anything else,” Count Merlin said with a beaming smile. Then, with a grand gesture, he declared, “Such a fine product should not be enjoyed alone. Dylan, take these remaining cigars down for all the tobacco aficionados to taste.”

“Yes, Sir,” the personal servant Dylan immediately carried the box of cigars and made a round in the hall.

Viscount Merlin, Baron Roman, Lord Fisher, as well as Cousin Mel, big brother Roland, and brother-in-law Cooper, all reached out with curiosity and took one.

In a short while, a box of over thirty cigars had been snapped up by everyone.

Those who didn’t manage to get a cigar could only look on dryly as others lit their cigars and started puffing away with great style.

Russell stood to the side, watching the expressions of the people as they started smoking the cigars. Some frowned deeply, obviously not accustomed to it; some clearly enjoyed it from the first puff, which was probably an act; more looked utterly bewildered, not understanding the appeal.

There were even some who obviously inhaled it into their lungs, got choked by the thick smoke, covered their mouths, and began to cough.

But it wasn’t long before.

Some guests were giving a thumbs up in admiration, “Truly delightful. This cigar is extraordinary, not like ordinary tobacco at all!”

“Indeed, as the Earl said, it’s unfamiliar at first, but the more you smoke, the more you get the feeling.”

“Great tobacco!”

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“One cigar is a knight’s life indeed.”

“The cigars personally rolled for the respected elder by Mr. Russell, either in symbolism or thoughtfulness, cannot be measured in gold coins.”

“Lord Russell, I don’t know if these snow cigars are produced in your land, but I’d like to take some home to enjoy,” someone even placed a direct order with Russell, obviously seeing a business opportunity in the highly praised cigars.

“Yes,” Russell grinned.

Initially, it was just a clever trick to impress with a small expense for Earl Merlin’s birthday gift,, he hadn’t expected there to be an unexpected windfall.

However, he didn’t immediately accept the order and said, “But making cigars is time-consuming and laborious,, up until now, we’ve barely managed to compile this box of passable cigars from a large batch of failures,, I’m afraid it would be difficult to supply them.”

Russell hadn’t anticipated such a demand for the cigars so soon, thus he was hardly prepared.

His domain neither grew tobacco nor had skilled cigarette makers.

Looking ahead, to sell cigars, he would still have to cooperate with his family, purchasing tobacco from them, and perhaps directly employing their tobacco workers to make the cigars.

Hearing what Russell said,

many of the guests immediately claimed they could wait, only hoping that Russell could produce the cigars quickly and sell them to them.

Russell was about to nod in agreement when Earl Merlin spoke, “Alright, the snow cigar is a birthday gift from Russell to me. This is not a trading hall. Those who want to do business can discuss privately — I still have gifts to receive.”

“Sorry, my lord,” the guests replied.

Russell chuckled and said, “Grandfather, this cigar gift is a special concoction for you. Now, it seems soon there will be many more people wanting to smoke these snow cigars,, so, I’d like to ask you to name this cigar. Later, I will establish a cigar factory.”

“Hmm, a name…” Earl Merlin did not refuse. He looked proudly at his handsome grandson.

After deliberating for a while, he slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said, “Call it ‘Rain Dragon Snow Cigar’.”

Earl Merlin did not explain the meaning behind the name ‘Rain Dragon’, he simply decided on the name ‘Rain Dragon Snow Cigar’.

Russell, who had made quite the impression, quietly returned to the crowd.

The cigar in his hand slowly burned,, but he didn’t smoke more than a few puffs, simply letting the cigar burn into grey ash.

His older brother Roland gazed at him, full of jealousy.

His painstakingly sought-after “Snowflake Rhapsody” manuscript couldn’t compare to the few snow cigars Russell had casually rolled. Moreover, the bloody cigars he also smoked didn’t feel any better than a smoking pipe and had a strange taste, yet got praised by their grandfather.

“This kid!”

Roland narrowed his eyes,

regarding his younger brother with increased importance, “He also praised me for being a good storyteller,, but I see you, kid, can tell a story even better than me… All this talk about the beauty of burning freely,, about a knight’s life,, what can a sixteen-year-old kid understand about that?”

“It’s all nonsense!”

But whether Russell understood it or not, the reputation of ‘Rain Dragon Snow Cigar’ was successfully established,, when the guests returned to their own domains, the word would spread even further.

“Cool,” Mel, Russell’s cousin, came over.

He whispered into Russell’s ear, “How did you come up with the idea of inventing the snow cigar? Smoking this is much cooler than a pipe.”

“Because of my love for Grandfather.”

“Nice!”

“Later, I’ll have our domain produce more Rain Dragon Snow Cigars to give to Grandfather, then I’ll send a batch to you and Uncle to enjoy.”

“Good brother!”

“So, over at Tributary River Mouth, if anyone wants to imitate my Rain Dragon Snow Cigars, you’ll need to help me suppress it,” Russell confided his plan quietly, “When I sell the cigars, you’ll get a commission… and we’ll keep the accounts off Bluebird Castle books. You can take it personally.”

“This… How could I accept such a thing, hehe,” Mel, his cousin, smiled with narrowed eyes, “Don’t worry, at Tributary River Mouth, only your Rain Dragon Snow Cigars will be sold!”