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The news of selling cotton clothing far below market price swept through the entire city of Milan like a gust of wind.
Originally, the common people who had carefully selected their clothes in various clothing stores, upon hearing this news, immediately put down their clothes and rushed to Brian's store like a tide.
Meanwhile, the shops that originally belonged to the noble merchants appeared unusually deserted. The clothes that should have been sold out were now lying in the corners like abandoned dolls, with no one paying any attention to them.
Fareena was livid at this moment, filled with intense anger. He roared furiously, his voice echoing like thunder in the shop: "Who is it? Who is ruining my good fortune!" He ruthlessly swept everything around him to the ground, as if trying to vent the fire of anger within him.
"If I find this person, I will make him wish he were dead and experience my wrath!" Fareena's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if she were about to devour someone completely.
It's no wonder she's so angry, after all, she has invested too much in this batch of cotton clothing.
Brand new Magic machine, orc slaves that cost twice as much as ordinary people, piles of raw materials. He had originally planned to show off his skills and make a big profit, but now he's going to lose everything.
Even though his family business is large and can withstand pressure, this is enough to make his status in the family plummet. From someone who was expected to inherit the title, he instantly becomes a sideline figure with no real power.
In just half a day, nobles kept humiliating him under the guise of consolation.
"I heard you lost a lot, are you okay?"
"I heard that many people who lose money in business end up hurting themselves, so don't follow suit!"
And some old people like to act superior: "Young people are just young, not at all mature!"
"It's all losing money, what are you laughing at? Just because I lost more?
"Go find him! Search the whole city! He must be found!" Fareena roared, giving the order. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, he couldn't accept that his plan was so thoroughly destroyed, and he couldn't accept the mockery from the nobles.
"Master, we searched, but we couldn't find out who is behind this shop," a servant answered with a trembling voice.
"You useless lot! What do I keep you for!" Fareena kicked the man away, disappointment and anger written all over his face.
"Since we can't find them directly, let's go find the person spreading rumors in front of our store." Fareena calmed down and began to think of a plan. He believed that as long as he found the rumor spreader, he could trace it back to the mastermind behind it.
"I refuse to believe that we can't find them!" Fareena swore to find the person who ruined his good fortune and make them pay the price they deserve.
"Go find them all!" Fareena ordered, and his men quickly sprang into action.
Soon, they found the people spreading the rumors.
I saw the once arrogant and domineering man now curled up on the ground, like a wounded wild beast, constantly moving backward, his eyes full of fear and despair.
Standing in front of him were two slender figures, wearing masks, looking mysterious.
One of them held a piece of paper and spoke with a cold and stern voice:
"Big Tom, you were originally a little ruffian from the West Township Street of Milan, usually stealing and causing trouble. Yesterday, you dared to spread rumors in Fareena's shop, claiming that the clothes there were all made of cotton, damaging the reputation of the shop."
"Speak! Who ordered you to do this?" Another mysterious figure demanded sternly, their voice not loud but piercing to the soul.
The big man, Tom, was now terrified, trembling as he repeatedly kowtowed. "Sir, I really don't know who that person is! He found me and said that as long as I caused trouble in those shops, he would give me money. I was confused for a moment and agreed to it. I really just caused trouble, I didn't do anything else!"
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, the big man Tom was once again kicked and sent flying, crashing heavily into the wall. The mysterious person coldly said, "What else do you want to do? With these actions alone, it's enough to make you die three times!"
Da Han Tom is suffering in his heart, he knew early on that today would not have been like this if he had known. Originally, he thought it would be just like usual, making some extra money, but he never expected to provoke such people, it's like he's been unlucky for eight lifetimes.
He recalled the scene of his attempt to resist, the slender figure seemed to possess infinite strength. His powerful punch, which was considered strong by ordinary people, was effortlessly blocked by the opponent's hand. The feeling of powerlessness was like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child facing a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old adult, completely powerless.
This made him wonder if they were the legendary professionals.
If it's true, then it's futile to resist.
Professions are generally divided into 6 levels: bronze, iron, silver, gold, diamond, and legendary.
Bronze level Other professions can kill a wolf with their bare hands, while a blacksmith can kill a tiger with their bare hands. But no matter which one, it's not something he can confront. Thinking of this, Tom can no longer muster the will to resist.
"Please, spare me, sir! I'm willing to do anything for you!" The big man Tom pleaded with a tearful face.
"Oh? Is that so?" The mysterious figure seemed to have anticipated it long ago.
"Really! From now on, if you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to stand, I will absolutely not sit. My life is yours, Tom!" The big man Tom hurriedly expressed his loyalty.
The mysterious person nodded and said slowly, "Alright, since you are so sincere, I will give you a chance. Describe in detail the appearance of the person who ordered you to me."
The news of a big discount on cotton clothing also reached the ears of the Sunflower Bank manager, Kate.
Kate was originally sitting in a spacious office, dealing with piles of documents, but at this moment, his expression became unusually serious.
"How... how is this possible?" Kate muttered to himself, the documents in his hand slipping to the ground, but he was completely unaware. The astonishing price kept echoing in his mind - the cotton clothing in that store was actually only selling for 70 copper coins, and they even accepted discount coupons from the church, making it 10% cheaper!
Kate felt like the world was spinning, as if everything was collapsing. She knew that this price would be a fatal blow to other businesses, and the same for Brian.
Investing in Brian meant that he wouldn't get his money back, and his hopes for promotion would vanish, and he might even lose his job.
Price drop!
Yes, price drop!
Lowering the price means losing some profit, but at least it can save some funds; not lowering the price may mean not even being able to recover the cost.
Thinking of this, Kate couldn't sit still anymore. She quickly put on her coat and hurriedly left the office. She knew she had to go find Brian immediately to discuss a plan. Otherwise, if she waited any longer, it might be too late.
Kate's heart was filled with anxiety and unease. She hurried through the bustling streets, rushing to Brian's house.
Kate arrived at Brian's house with a heavy heart and saw Brian resting on a lounge chair.
Cain is about to go crazy, while Brian is still leisurely enjoying himself, occasionally taking a sip of delicious coffee.
"Brian!"
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