Kesso is a shoemaker, and a famous master of Rome. Among his guests are extremely ordinary Roman citizens, fierce and warlike Roman soldiers, and even noble men from various families. The leather boots he made are soft and comfortable, and can make people feel comfortable when wearing them on his feet. There is also a skill that other shoemakers do not have. As long as he takes a look at them, he can get the exact shoe size and there is no need to measure the customer's feet at all. ◎, Phoenix, please search for updates quickly.

Because of its heavy craftsmanship, Keso's business is very good. Not only are the customers of Rome, but countless people from other provinces have come here. However, the city of Rome is really too big. Many foreign customers have to search for a long time to find Keso's shop in the alleys. So when they come to Keso's shop, they are often upset that Keso asked for high production fees, but complaining that his shop is really difficult to find.

Keso could only shake his head and smile. After all, he was a small business manager, but he didn't have much money to rent a store near the city hall. Not to mention such a location, even the shops near the city gate were unbearable for him. He could only set up the shops in such an alley. Although some business was lost, there was nothing he could do about it.

"Kesso, your store is really hard to find. Don't be said to be an outsider. Even I, a person who grew up in Rome, spent half a Roman clock to find you. Don't you know that this will seriously affect your business?"

A carriage parked in front of Keso's shop, and walked down from the carriage, a nobleman in a robe, was smiling at Keso.

"Ah, it's the Lord of Valerius, you are"

Kesso put down the shoes he was making nervously in his hand, and looked at the nobleman in his eyes. He was not standing or sitting for a while, and he became a little nervous when speaking. He also made shoes for the nobles, but most of the ones he could see were middle and lower classes. The top nobles in Rome would only ask the slaves to give him the shoe size, but they would not easily see him an ordinary shoemaker. This is a member of the Valerius family. In the history of the Republic for more than two hundred years, this family has produced nearly ten consuls alone. It is the top and most kind family in Rome that treats citizens.

"Don't be so nervous, you know that my first pair of leather boots as an adult was made by you, so we are old friends."

"This" Keso's heart beat violently, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Hi. My old friend, I have a great benefit for you now. Do you want to hear what it is?"

The noble of the Valerius family waved his hand, and another carriage carriage drove up at the entrance of the alley, and stopped in front of Keso's shop. Several slaves carried down a long piece of wood. Keso had never seen such a thing before. He only saw that it was a very exquisite wooden sign with flowers and canary carved on it. In the middle of the sign, there were six Roman-texted Keso's shoe shops with golden glowing Roman characters.

In addition, there is a human face carved under the text. Kesso looked carefully and recognized that it was His Excellency Marcus, the current consul of the Valerius family. There was a line of small words beside Marcus's mouth. I promised that Rome is equivalent to my life.

"I'm stupid, my old friend. This is a fresh thing from the Eastern Qin Kingdom. It's called a plaque. Your shoe store has a sign from today. This is specially given to you by the Valerius family. What a huge honor. There are more than a dozen road signs to match this plaque. From the stone road entering the city to the instructions, you will no longer have to worry that those outsiders will not be able to find your store."

"My God, this is such a good thing."

After all, Keso was a businessman and immediately understood how great the benefits this thing would bring. He rubbed his hands nervously and asked tentatively: "Your Excellency, how many Sesters do I need to pay?" Keso was really nervous. He even suspected that the nobleman in front of him was coming to blackmail him.

"Hahaha, you are such a cunning guy. The words on this plaque are inlaid with gold. There are almost as many Sesters and twenty dinars, but you don't have to worry. This is given to you by the Lord of the Consul for free, without any cost."

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Consul"

"My old friend. Thank you for saying it with your mouth, don't you want to do something practical to repay the consul?"

"I am a shoemaker." Kaiso pointed at his nose, opened his mouth wide, and didn't believe in his ears. When could a humble shoemaker help the consul?

"Don't underestimate yourself. Even I have worn the shoes you made, who doesn't know that Keso's shoes are the best? Among the shoemakers in Rome, your reputation is the most reputable. If you are willing to convince your colleagues and let them publicize them every day to the customers who buy shoes like you, the consul may get more votes." The nobles of the Valerius family laughed, as if they really regarded Keso as his old friend, and even patted his shoulder, as if they were good brothers who grew up together.

"Oh, so that's it"

Turning back, he looked at the plaque that had been hung on the shoe bed by the slaves. Now Keso finally knew why the consul's avatar was on the plaque, and he finally understood what the consul's words meant. In another seven days, the general election of Roman citizens. The consul wanted to become the first emperor in Roman history.

"Your Excellency, this matter is for me."

Keso slapped his chest and praised loudly, "If there were no Consul, the city of Rome would be destroyed by those savages. The Consul is the greatest hero of Rome. Even if you don't give me a plaque, I must steal this vote. Please tell the Consul. Roman citizens all think so, but I am not just my old Keso."

"You are such a cute, respectable guy."

The nobles of Valerius suddenly burst into laughter. He patted the old Keso on the shoulder again, lowered his voice in his ear and said, "Remember my words, you will become the first full-time shoemaker in the Roman royal family, I promise."

Almost at the same time, representative figures from all walks of life, such as all classes of Roman citizens, such as coachman, tavern owner, weapon merchant, clothing merchant, spice merchant, etc., received gifts and kindness from Valerius's family like old Kesso; if Roman politicians over 300 BC were as pure as politicians in later generations, they were simply as pure as politicians in the face of Professor Bai Dong's special bribery methods, it would be strange that Marcus would not destroy them.
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