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Brian Lying leisurely on the rocking chair, Brian is enjoying the afternoon sun, occasionally sipping on a chilled fruit juice, with a satisfied smile on his face.
Kate Rushing into the yard, Kate sees this scene, and a raging fire ignites in her heart.
"Brian! Are you still here enjoying yourself? Don't you know the sky is falling!" Kate shouted loudly, her tone filled with urgency.
Brian slowly opened his eyes, took off his sunglasses, and looked at Kate with a playful smile on his lips. "Oh? Kate, what's the matter with you? You seem so agitated."
"Sit down, have a cup of tea, and relax, okay?"
Kate stomped her foot in anger, pushed away the tea cup Lily had handed her, and said angrily, "Have tea? How can you even think about having tea! Let me tell you, if things continue like this, you won't even have the chance to have tea!"
Brian raised his eyebrows and asked in a feigned surprise, "Oh? So, does this mean something big has happened?"
Kate gritted her teeth and said, "Some jerk is causing trouble in the market, drastically lowering the price of cotton clothing. Now all the commoners are running to him to buy clothes. You fool, don't you understand what this means?"
Brian had a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, feeling secretly pleased. He had long anticipated that Kate would come looking for him, but he pretended to be clueless on purpose, wanting to see what kind of reaction Kate would have.
"So, what did you come to find me for?" Brian asked deliberately.
Kate was almost on the verge of a breakdown, and she roared, "Don't you understand? You have to lower the price too! Otherwise, your cotton jackets won't sell, and you'll go bankrupt. Then both of us will be thrown into the river to feed the fish by the shareholders of Sunflower Bank!"
"So, that's what you were talking about," Brian responded nonchalantly.
"That's the cotton clothing from my home. You came over here just to ask for a discount, but if I lower the price, I won't make much profit."
Kate was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, with a furrowed brow and a hint of urgency in his tone: "It's already a small profit and high turnover business. In this situation, let's at least break even first!"
"Capital preservation, protection..."
"What? Did you say those low-priced cotton clothes are yours?" Kate suddenly exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief. The tension in his heart, which had been hanging, finally died at this moment.
"How is this possible?" Kate widened her eyes, unable to believe her ears.
"Have you lost your mind?" Kate angrily shouted, his voice echoing in the air.
Brian was choked by Kate's words and sprayed a mouthful of water. He glared at Kate and said somewhat helplessly, "Kate, can't you speak nicely?"
But Kate ignored him and continued to roar, "Never mind whether I can speak nicely. I want to ask you, do you know how to do business at all? You sell cotton clothing at a price far below the market value. Do you know that you will end up losing everything? And those nobles who also end up losing everything will tear you apart!"
Brian smiled calmly and shook his head, saying, "Who told you I would lose money?"
Kate was puzzled by Brian's attitude and asked, "How could you not lose money? The cost of raw materials, labor, and meals adds up to at least 75, and yet you sell at 70 with a discount! How is it possible not to lose?"
Brian doesn't want to argue with Kate anymore. He directly took out a ledger from the drawer and threw it to Kate: "How the money is earned is all written in here. If you can't understand it, then don't be a bank manager."
Kate took the ledger, put on his reading glasses, and carefully looked at the numbers one by one. His brows furrowed at times and relaxed at others, as if he was trying hard to understand the content of the ledger.
Finally, Kate finished reading the account book and a surprised expression appeared on his face. The account book was meticulously kept, even including the money spent on buying cows. However, no matter how it was calculated, it seemed like a profit, which was a bit abnormal.
Finally, Kate discovered a problem: "You have expenses for employee meals here, but no salary expenses, and even the cost for slaves is only 10. How is this possible?"
Kate raised her head and stared at Brian with suspicion: "Is this a fake account book?"
"Of course it's a fake account book! Can there really be staff meal expenses?"
Will those bones eat?
If I don't write it this way, and instead write that you earned more in the accounts, you would probably faint immediately.
Brian shrugged and said, "My employees just need to eat, they don't need any salary, isn't that enough?"
"I don't believe it. Who would be such a fool? Working for free, are you asking for free labor?"
"Don't believe me? I'll take you to the factory to see for yourself!" With that, Brian dragged Kate towards the factory.
I haven't even arrived at the factory yet, but the roar of the machines can already be heard. From a distance, I can see truckloads of cotton being transported from the warehouse to the factory building, and then truckloads of finished cotton clothing being transported out of the factory.
"I won't say anything else, but you have quite a large quantity."
"They've been selling all day, and the supply is still coming in continuously. Even the goods of those noble merchants who started preparing months in advance don't compare to yours."
As they spoke, they walked into the factory.
They stepped into the factory, where a blend of mechanical and metallic odors filled the air. Accompanied by the roaring of machines, it felt as if they were in a bustling and orderly world.
Wearing the cotton clothes they sold, the Undead looked down on appearance as they busily worked on the assembly line.
skull Number Three. He used to be a member of the hazy and aimless life in hell, with no expectations for the future. However, the wheel of fate turned one day.
That day, Brian descended upon hell with majesty. His appearance was like a dawn, illuminating the originally dark and lightless world of skull Number Three. Brian's voice was deep and powerful, every word hitting skull Number Three's heart like a heavy hammer.
"We are going to conquer the world, who is willing to follow me?"
This sentence, like a fire, instantly ignited the desire and passion deep inside skull number three. He had never thought he would have such an opportunity, to conquer a whole new world, to experience a completely different life. So, without hesitation, he followed Brian on this challenging and opportunistic journey.
In the human world, Brian found them a hiding place - this factory. He had them lurk, secretly observing and learning the human way of life, preparing for future invasion.
To better adapt to this world, Three and the other Undead put in tremendous effort. They worked around the clock on the assembly line, as if they had turned into tireless machines. They yearned for more time to complete tasks, even wishing for 25 hours to make themselves more perfect.
However, the adult was very kind, and he stipulated that The undead must rest for 10 minutes every day, drink some fresh milk to replenish their strength, and apply lubricating oil to keep their joints flexible.
"Machines need rest, let alone you are not machines," Brian's words were full of care and wisdom.
It is worth mentioning that there is a dairy cow being raised behind the factory. This was specifically bought by Brian for them, specifically for producing milk for their consumption. Whenever the rest time comes, Undead and the others would sit around the cow, enjoying this rare leisure time.
At this moment, Brian came to the factory to watch them work.
Number three's mood instantly soared, as if he could feel the expectations and trust of the adults. His work became more fluent, and every movement was filled with strength and confidence.
"Brian proudly pointed at these Undead employees: 'These are all my employees. Look at them, how energetic and dedicated they are!'"
Kate witnessed the busy figures of these Undead employees. Not only were they working quickly, but they also did not require any supervision. She couldn't help but exclaim sincerely, "Your employees are truly remarkable! I've been to many factories, and the workers there are not as efficient. They even need someone to hold a whip and supervise them."
Brian is well aware of the operation of noble factories. Those supervisors with whips are paid higher wages than the actual workers, which is truly absurd.
Kate continued, "With such efficient employees, even if we pay them, I believe the cost of cotton clothing can be greatly reduced."
"Now I really believe you can make money, so..."
Kate I don't know how to start, after all, I was just doubting whether I could make the money back.
Brian Replied, "So you want me to pay you back? If that's the case, I can do it right now."
Kate quickly waved her hand and said, "No no no! You've misunderstood. What I meant is, you are now at the beginning of your career, it's a great opportunity to make a big impact. I want to invest more money to help you expand and make more profit."
She added, "As for the interest, let's calculate it according to our previous agreement."
"How about that, I'm thoughtful enough, right?"
Joke, the reason Kate was anxious before was because she was worried about not being able to recover the principal, and even her own job was at risk. During those days, she couldn't sleep at night, fearing that all her efforts would be in vain with just one misstep.
Now Brian's business is thriving, making money, and finally putting his mind at ease. Regardless of how much he earns, as long as he can make money and repay the interest, he can justify his investment and it won't be in vain.
As for reinvesting, it's a decision I made after careful consideration. With such a capable group of employees, Brian can earn even more, allowing him to earn more interest. With this performance alone, he can be promoted.
As for saving face, compared to money, it really doesn't matter. Nowadays, having money is the bottom line. Who still cares about saving face?
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