The amount of money invested is too large to be built simply for recreational purposes. I guess that he was deliberately building a bunch of luxury villas in an area where land prices would increase in the future.
‘The imperial family doesn’t impose a large tax on the cost of maintaining the dignity of the nobles, because there is a strong opposition.'
Since the villa can be treated as an item of maintenance cost, it was much more advantageous in terms of tax than building a building for general commercial use.
Since the hot spring has just been developed, the facilities will be good, so when winter comes, the popularity of the hot spring will naturally increase, and the popularity of the nearby inns will also rise.
‘There is no way that there is no demand for high-class villas that are different from general accommodations.’
If we sell the villas to vain nobles, wouldn’t we be able to make a profit of more than 5 times?
‘Oh my....’
As I gradually learned how to use the Visconti-style budget, which lays golden eggs, a lot of time has passed.
I asked questions before sending the accountants away.
“Looking at the villa of such a large scale, it seems that it is a large hot spring suitable for it. Is this hot spring project directly run by the Duke of Visconti?”
“Concerning the hot spring project, Your Excellency is reviewing the final report, and Count Morgan is conducting the actual work.”
“I see. Thank you for your time.”
As soon as I let them out of the office, Isidore appeared with a grimace on his face.
“Why are those old people monopolizing you for half a day? I only saw you this morning.”
He spat out absurd words with a face that was unfair to the world.
“It’s just that a lot of time has passed because I’ve been curious about this and that.”
“You can ask me.”
“I can’t keep bossing the Master, who is a high-level human resource.”
“Haa. Why do you say that?”
He sighed, claiming it was his karma, then glanced at the clock and suggested that we have dinner together.
After a hearty meal of southern-style fish, we ate tea and dessert on the golden-lit terrace.
Isidore cut a cake topped with fruit and put it in my mouth and asked.
“Isn’t there anything uncomfortable?”
He was constantly inquiring after me. He was always very careful to see if I was adjusting well in the South.
“You know.”
“What is it?”
“How uncomfortable it is that someone with the surname of Visconti keeps clinging to you from early in the morning...”
“Are there any leeches like that?”
“I mean.”
"Scold me. If possible, with your lips."
He spit out the shameless sound without spitting, and quickly changed the topic by filling the tea with sugar.
“Ah, we have a banquet scheduled for the weekend. But most of them are easygoing kids, so there won’t be any trouble.”
