Chapter 266: If You Want to Earn Money from Roll Kings, You Have to Roll to Death

【Ashes Descending】's answer to showing a hand was "Hot Pot"!

Facing everyone's skeptical eyes, he slapped the table, and the soul fire in his skull flickered.

"Hell Dwarves and goblins have different tastes and different consumption abilities. If you want them to sit in one place and eat, why not just... get a big pot and let them cook and shabu-shabu themselves?"

This was a method he thought of on the spur of the moment.

In Hell, oil is not very expensive, but spices are relatively expensive.

However, there is a way to solve this, which is to bring them over by hand from the Great Graveyard.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 and 【Graveyard Chef God】 were slightly stunned when they heard this, their expressions different.

"You mean..."

"Ho, hot pot?!"

"That's right!" 【Ashes Descending】 smiled confidently, his eyes shining, "To be precise, it's street hot pot! I've been shopping in the market for two days and haven't seen anything similar. If we bring it out, it will definitely be popular!"

"But... the technical content of your stuff is not high either, it's not as good as my barbecue!" 【Graveyard Chef God】 scratched his head, confused, "If we make it popular, won't the nearby taverns copy it in minutes?"

"Look at your pattern, are you afraid of people copying when you open a business?" 【Ashes Descending】 looked at him with contempt, "You've never seen beer sold at a hot pot stall, have you seen hot pot sold in a tavern?"

It's normal to sell barbecue in a tavern, but adding hot pot is not as simple as the flavor being mixed. From the atmosphere of the tavern to the supply chain of ingredients, everything will change drastically. It's really hard to say whether it will flop then.

Sometimes subtraction is more important than addition.

Of course, if the opposite side directly changes into a hot pot restaurant, that's another matter. That's another situation.

But then it will be those guys coming to their track to roll, and they have confidence in taking the market with the first-mover advantage!

【Graveyard Chef God】 looked at him in shock, his skeleton mouth opening unconsciously.

【Gluttonous Sword God】's eyes were shining, and after a while, he slapped his thigh.

"Holy shit! How did I forget this stuff?!"

【Ashes Descending】 smiled.

"It's not too late to think of it now! Let's do it together! Make it big and strong!"

"Yeah!!!" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 nodded excitedly, clenching his fists, "Let's call it Northwest Hot Pot!"

"This name is not very good, it doesn't have the Great Graveyard characteristics." 【Graveyard Chef God】 shook his head, "Let's call it Great Graveyard Hot Pot."

"The name is too long!"

"Grass, why is it so troublesome! Just open for business! I'll go to the factory to order equipment first!" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 stood up with a swoosh, shaking his clanking skeleton frame and walking out the door.

"Wait a minute... the name really can't be sloppy. Brand effect is also a competitive advantage. Our logo will be printed on the pots! Anyway, don't be in a hurry," 【Ashes Descending】 pulled him back calmly, thinking for a moment, and his soul fire lit up again, "Got it!"

After saying that, Ashes Descending wrote three big characters on the paper and drew an abstract trademark.

The two players leaned closer to see, and their soul fires almost went out.

Good guy—

What the hell is Grave Bottom Fishing?!

"Ghosts will come in to eat!"

"That's right!"

【Ashes Descending】 coughed.

"This is our characteristic... Believe me, if they mind, they would have left when they saw that we are undead, and wouldn't look at your trademark at all. Those who can come into our shop to consume don't care about this stuff, understand?"

The standard of deliciousness is different. They can't please all the residents of Black Wind Castle. Doing what they are good at to the extreme is the most important thing. Whether it works or not is up to God—or the dog planner.

This is 【Ashes Descending】's life philosophy.

Looking at his stubborn appearance, the other two, although desperate, let him be.

After all, they had already failed, so what reason did they have to stop this guy who hadn't failed yet from testing mistakes?

Even if they lost, it was a tie. At worst, they would do tasks together after losing everything and earn back the lost underworld coins.

Just like that, under the strong promotion of Brother Ashes, the first "Grave Bottom Fishing" in Black Wind Castle was officially born!

On the first day of the hot pot stall's official opening, the three of them, with anxiety and expectation, placed hollow tables in front of the stall, set up charcoal stoves underneath, and then placed pots one by one.

These pots were divided into four types: pure spicy, double-flavor, bone soup, and clear soup, corresponding to four different price levels.

The soup base began to roll, the spicy aroma permeated the air, and the diners of Black Wind Castle were soon attracted by this strange way of eating, gathering around one after another.

"Why is it you guys again?" A Hell Dwarf with a head like a braised egg walked over, looking vigilantly at the undead bosses behind the stall, muttering.

Originally, when he saw that it was a stall operated by the undead, he had already avoided it in his heart, but the spicy aroma was too tempting, so much so that his two legs didn't listen to him, and he was dragged over by his nose.

"Again? Sir, this is our first time meeting, I can swear to the Demon King." 【Gluttonous Sword God】, who was responsible for welcoming guests, grinned, pretending not to recognize this guy.

Actually, there was nothing wrong with that, he was face-blind, and he really couldn't recognize what breed this egg was.

Seeing that he had sworn to the Demon King, the Hell Dwarf didn't say anything else, and then asked about the price.

"How much?"

【Gluttonous Sword God】 smiled and pointed to the side.

"Spicy pot is 100 Kaila, double-flavor is 80, clear soup is 20 Kaila, water is 5 Kaila, see which one you want. Of course, for a dwarf brother like you whose ancestors could drink magma, I recommend you choose the most expensive one, that spicy taste comparable to magma is worthy of your noble Hell Dwarf status!"

Hearing this, the Hell Dwarf swallowed his saliva, eager to move.

Although he always felt that something was wrong, how did this guy know that his grandfather's grandfather could drink magma, he still reached into his pocket, intending to take the wages he had just earned today to try it out.

And just as he was about to do so, the goblins around him exploded.

"How much???"

"Five Kaila?!"

"I! Give me one!"

"Me me me!"

Hearing that such a big pot of stuff only cost five Kaila, the goblins watching on the side instantly turned green in their eyes, shouting and rushing toward the seats in front of the stall, for fear of being snatched by others.

"The seats for the water pot are limited, don't grab, either everyone sits at one table, or line up at the back!"

【Graveyard Chef God】 hurriedly walked out from behind the stall, pulling away the goblins who were trying to fish in troubled waters and squeeze into the clear soup pot table, and collecting money one by one.

The goblins crowded around the clear soup pot, and after a burst of chattering, they finally handed over a few wrinkled banknotes, while staring suspiciously at the skeleton in front of them.

"You won't charge each person separately, right?"

"No, no, this is not a buffet, we charge by the pot, you can call your relatives and friends... but the soup inside cannot be taken away! The pot and the colander can't either!"

"Got it, got it, am I that kind of goblin?" The goblin who paid the money waved his hand, looking like a master, urging impatiently, "Boss, serve the food!"

The goblins who also chipped in followed suit and slapped the table.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"What the hell are you doing? So slow!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】 walked over, smiling at this group of NPCs he couldn't kill yesterday.

"Vegetables are charged separately."

Several goblins froze instantly, only then noticing that there was a menu on the table.

Good guy!

This was the first time they had encountered someone who collected money before ordering food, and they were furious.

"?!"

"What the hell!"

"Unscrupulous merchant!!!"

"%￥#@#!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】 skillfully turned off the translation crystal, ignoring the furious cursing, and then went to serve the next table.

Looking at the clear water bubbling in the pot, a group of goblins gnashed their teeth.

But the money had already been paid, so they could only patiently look at the menu, discussing what to order.

They didn't dare to make trouble.

During the period when the Chamber of Commerce Alliance ruled this street, they could turn around and run into the alley, relying on the face-blindness of those guards to not be found, making those unscrupulous merchants stare.

But now, as long as they dared to make trouble, they didn't even need the guards to do it; Boss Sini Ke himself would grab their necks and throw them out like garbage.

And then who knows where they would be sold.

Compared to other demons in Hell, this lord of Black Wind Castle was already very, very kind.

Besides, things weren't that bad.

They only spent five Kaila and sat down to eat with the Hell Dwarves, eating the same food—at least they felt it was the same, anyway, the name was called hot pot.

This made them, who were sensitive and fragile, feel very face-saving.

After weighing the pros and cons, several goblins finally felt that it was better not to lose the job in their hands for a little bit of petty profit...

A long line soon formed in front of the stall, but all the goblins in line were basically aiming for the five Kaila water pot.

Although the water in the pot wasn't worth five Kaila, and the fuel underneath wasn't worth it either, they just felt it was worth it—a big pot of bubbling stuff only cost five Kaila, which was a huge bargain!

And they found a way to drill loopholes—

That was to add their own seasoning!

Although they didn't have chili, the mushrooms growing under the bed board, the rats caught in the sewer, the mud rubbed off from under the armpit... these could all be put into the pot. Other goblins didn't care, instead wishing other goblins would put in a little more.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 felt this was a free ride and wanted to go up and find trouble, but was pulled by 【Ashes Descending】 with a mysterious hand.

"You don't understand, letting goblins feel that they have taken advantage is one of the characteristics of our shop. They are here for this. If you don't let them take advantage, they will turn around and leave."

【Gluttonous Sword God】 always felt uncomfortable all over, and couldn't help saying.

"But... coal and water also cost money."

【Ashes Descending】 nodded seriously.

"That's right, it costs money."

【Gluttonous Sword God】 widened his eyes, and after a while, he gave a thumbs up.

"Awesome!"

He had eaten hot pot for so many years, and this was the first time he heard that adding water and fuel cost money!

Is this guy grown from a street lamp?!

Compared to the stinginess of the goblins, the Hell Dwarves were quite generous.

Just as 【Ashes Descending】 initially judged, they were the main force in the consumer market of Black Wind Castle.

When the 100 Kaila banknote was taken out, they didn't even blink, just like the adventurers in Thunder City.

Sitting in front of the hot pot, the Hell Dwarf rubbed his hands, and before the shabu-shabu was served, he picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful of fiery red spicy soup base, poured it into his mouth without blowing it.

In an instant, his eyes widened like copper bells, his face flushed, as if his whole person was about to pop out of the seat.

"Oooo! This taste comparable to magma is simply amazing! My throat, it seems to be spitting fire!!"

He roared wildly, then took a big gulp of beer to extinguish the fire, and slapped the table excitedly, "This is the taste! Too right, buddy! Quick! Quick, serve the food!"

"Alright!" 【Graveyard Chef God】, who had just sliced the magic lion beef, hurriedly ran over and threw the plate onto the table.

And right beside him, a Hell Dwarf who seemed to be drunk didn't even use a spoon, directly leaning his head toward the pot, scaring him to hurriedly step forward and pull that guy away.

"Hey! This is for shabu-shabu! Not for shabu-shabu yourself!"

And on the other side, a goblin leader who had spent a huge sum of money to order a bowl of bone soup pot held a spoon, carefully shabu-shabu for a long time in the milky white pot, and suddenly his eyes lit up, fishing out a few bones with meat from the bottom of the soup.

He was full of ecstasy, looking like he had earned it, and shouted loudly.

"Gaga ga! This stuff is too cost-effective! A pot of soup can fish out several bones!"

Actually, he only fished out one, and it was the one left over when the meat was removed, and there wasn't much meat to suck on it at all.

However, hearing his loud boasting, the goblins on the side were excited, abandoning the five Kaila clear water pot one after another, and embracing the bone soup pot at four times the price!

There is meat in a twenty Kaila pot?

Is this shopkeeper doing charity?

This is too unscrupulous!

The Hell Dwarves were full of praise for the burning sensation of the spicy pot like magma, while the goblins were keen on taking advantage and opening blind boxes.

Both sides found their own fun, and for a time, they were harmonious and happy!

For a time, "Grave Bottom Fishing" business was booming! The line even stretched from the street to the alley!

Looking at the increasingly complex clear soup base, 【Graveyard Chef God】 swallowed his non-existent saliva.

"Good guy, these guys actually ate our hot pot into an army pot."

Because those goblins refused to turn the table to save five Kaila, they adopted a wheel battle method, taking turns to sit at the table to eat, so that the color of the soup base became more and more strange.

Of course, because water and fuel cost money, there was always someone paying, and even paid more than a normal table turn.

Different NPCs also had their own server culture, so he couldn't say anything.

【Ashes Descending】 smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't black it, there is at least a ham sausage in the army pot. If they keep eating like this, I'm afraid I'll fish out a goblin's finger from the pot..."

Gluttonous Sword God: "Ugh—!"

Ashes Descending: "Grass, the guests didn't vomit, why did you, the shopkeeper, vomit?"

Graveyard Chef God: "Don't pretend, you undead can't vomit anything, hurry up and receive guests!"

In just one night, the three little players earned back all the money they had lost in the previous two days.

And unlike the previous failures, this time they didn't encounter the Waterloo they had encountered on barbecue.

The tavern owners in Black Wind Castle were indeed not honest. Seeing the hot pot's revenue, they indeed tried to launch a similar hot pot eating method in their own shops, and followed suit and named it—Hell Dwarf Hot Pot.

However, this time they fell into a pit.

The appearance of hot pot did not produce the magic effect expected with beer like barbecue, but instead caused the table turnover rate to drop significantly. The little revenue increased was all deducted from the profits of drinks and barbecue, and it turned out that they lost money.

After all, the profit margin of beer was much higher than those ingredients. Dwarves who couldn't afford strong liquor directly hugged the big pot and drank spicy soup, almost making these taverns that had invested huge sums to introduce new menus go bankrupt.

In the Demon Capital, chili is a kind of spice, which only exists in human territory.

Players could bring it over by hand from the Great Graveyard through the teleportation array, but those tavern owners were not so convenient. Although they could buy it from players, they couldn't compete with the hot pot stalls opened by players themselves in terms of cost.

The trouble didn't stop there.

Because of the bad habit of goblins loving petty gains, they almost turned the soup base into something like a magic potion as soon as they moved the hot pot into the shop, emitting a foul smell.

The whole tavern was filled with smoke and miasma. Others said it was a Hell Dwarf, and even the goblins who could endure the most couldn't endure it themselves.

In a place like Black Wind Castle, this stuff was destined to be operated in a ventilated place, or to put it bluntly, it couldn't have a roof.

It was precisely because of this that the hot pot business almost became the exclusive business of these three little players, and things without any threshold actually had seventeen or eighteen thresholds in secret.

The local goblins and Hell Dwarves racked their brains and made various attempts, but they really didn't get in, and finally only made a few four-unlike variants.

For example, magma shabu-shabu for dwarves, and goblin stew pot for goblins.

And at this very moment, the value of brand effect was reflected.

Almost all imitators would get such an evaluation from customers—

"Feels not as good as Grave Bottom Fishing."

This was also the truth.

Even if it was exactly the same thing, it would become different when sprinkled with spices called feelings... not to mention that they hadn't imitated it to the degree of 1:1 restoration.

In this way, the business of authentic hot pot was monopolized by players.

However—

This didn't mean that their entrepreneurship path was smooth sailing.

Just when they were immersed in the joy of hot pot selling well, a new problem was placed in front of them.

"Damn it... why didn't I think of it at the time, chili is a fucking spice, we spent so much effort to earn this money selling hot pot, it's not as good as selling chili directly by hand!"

【Ashes Descending】 calculated a bill and suddenly discovered this blind spot. The goods he brought in were processed and sold, which was not as good as selling raw materials directly!

At this moment, he finally realized the "terribleness" of Black Wind Castle!

This thing was like a big whirlpool, which could crush everything rolled into it, and then squeeze out the juice inside.

This place was completely different from Beifeng City.

Although the decision-maker was still the Demon King, the main body of order was goblins and Hell Dwarves.

They proved with their actions that there was only one way to earn money from these gold-medal roll kings—

That was to roll harder than them!

Not just rolling costs and time.

You also have to roll the lower limit!

"There is also a plan." 【Gluttonous Sword God】's soul fire flickered, like a firefly in the netherworld.

"What is the plan, brother?" 【Graveyard Chef God】 looked at him nervously, his speech becoming scholarly.

【Gluttonous Sword God】 smiled faintly and said slowly.

"Spicy taste... to put it bluntly, it's capsaicin. Can't this thing be synthesized chemically? Why must it be grown from the ground?"

The other two players were stunned and looked at each other.

"Holy shit..."

"Awesome, brother! How the fuck didn't I think of it..." 【Ashes Descending】 slapped his forehead, his soul fire trembling with excitement, "But is that thing difficult to synthesize? Don't lose money again when it's made!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】's soul fire flickered, whispering: "It needs some research, but isn't there magic in this game world? We don't necessarily have to take the chemical synthesis path."

【Graveyard Chef God】 said nervously: "Then the soup in the bone soup pot isn't also..."

"Forget it," 【Ashes Descending】 slapped his thigh, and the bones clanked, "Let's go to Brother Yikou to learn from him and open a chemical synthesis plant here!"

"Let's talk about this later, we can discuss with Brother Yikou first to get the raw materials for now!" 【Gluttonous Sword God】 smiled, as if his great revenge had been avenged.

Don't eat my noodles?

If I don't eat you to death, I'll write the two words Sword God backward!

"Brother... we can't be this bad." 【Graveyard Chef God】 said cautiously.

It was agreed to spread the culture of the Great Graveyard and change the gourmet world of Black Wind Castle, why did they start competing in dark cuisine?!

If they continued like this, he wouldn't be a Chef God, but a beast.

【Ashes Descending】 patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly.

"Brother, you change your angle to think, the value of those goblins is not as expensive as the chili growing outside. Although this is not their fault, why can they eat the real stuff? If we don't make a small change, they will only watch the Hell Dwarves eat fragrant and spicy food for a lifetime, and as long as we make a slight improvement, they can also taste that magma-like burning taste!"

【Gluttonous Sword God】 also nodded and said seriously, "Indeed, you can't look at goblins with human standards. We are doing this for the Black Wind Castle of goblins—pah, for the goblins of Black Wind Castle to seek welfare!"

"Holy shit, your mouth is really awesome."

【Graveyard Chef God】 admired him to the ground and was persuaded by these two dog things.

Sure enough, if you want to make a big fortune, you have to slide your thinking fast enough.

However, in general, their entrepreneurship plan this time was quite successful. Grave Bottom Fishing Hot Pot became a myth in Black Wind Castle, and even those players who did other businesses couldn't help but cast envious and jealous eyes at them.

The success of Grave Bottom Fishing was just a small episode in the infrastructure wave of Black Wind Castle.

Just as those life-professional players said, the Demon Capital of Hell is full of gold, and the thriving Black Wind Castle is an incomparably huge gold mine!

It's just that mining minerals here requires certain skills, and not everyone can stand firm here.

And just when hot pot culture was booming in Black Wind Castle, merchants from the Demon Capital also noticed the market potential of this emerging gourmet food.

A smart goblin merchant smelled business opportunities, quickly brought this fresh thing back to the Demon Capital, and gave it a new name—Demon King Pot!

This was much more catchy than the Hell Dwarf Pot, and it sounded very domineering.

Due to the super high popularity of "that Demon King" in the Demon Capital, this new type of gourmet food, which was said to come from the Great Graveyard and was full of gimmicks, quickly became popular among the civilians and lower-level nobles of the Demon Capital.

However, that was another story unrelated to the Demon King's hegemony... ===== CHAPTER 267 =====