Riesling, who snapped back to his senses, finally rembered the matter of his own business.
Although he didn't know if the black market rchants in this world were any different from his previous life.
But there was no doubt that these guys had ruined his business.
As the saying goes, cutting off one's ans of livelihood is like killing one's parents. After knowing what kind of people had caused an impact on his business, Riesling indeed sowhat couldn't resist wanting to get angry.
But he was also clear that this so-called getting angry was nothing more than incompetent fury.
Moreover, those black market rchants who could run out to peddle items could all be said to be existences at the end of an organization.
Although he didn't know exactly who was behind it, the most important thing now was conversely not to go find the culprit, but to quickly co up with competing products.
After all, business matters were just like this.
Even if you killed the other party, as long as the formula was there, there would still be other people who could rise up to compete.
Only a fool would do this kind of endless thing.
Rather than being so troubleso, it was better to co up with competing products to carry out effective competition.
Furthermore, this kind of back-and-forth business struggle seed quite interesting too.
Alright, actually anyone could be this kind of improper character like a black market rchant.
As long as you are shaless enough and your destiny is tough enough, it's fine.
So it was fundantally not easy to distinguish who exactly was peddling that alcohol nad [Heaven's Fall].
You couldn't possibly capture all the black market rchants and interrogate them one by one right.
Even if you had this strength, you wouldn't have the ti ah.
Justice: "@The Hermit, you are in the war zone now right, I don't know if there are black market rchants there."
Ultimately Riesling still went to Professor Samael.
The Hermit: "There are, quite a few even. I just don't know if there's anyone selling that."
Justice: "Give it a try, if there isn't then forget it."
The Moon: "According to my speculation, there definitely are, but they might not be so easy to encounter. And if you do encounter them, it's best not to buy too much at once. One or two bottles, two or three bottles should be enough."
At this ti, Shang Chuan stood out.
Justice: "Oh? There's this kind of saying?"
The Hermit: "What's the speculation?"
The Moon: "Since those guys can squeeze Justice's business to the extent of being unsalable, it ans there is definitely no problem with their shipnt volu. At the very least, it must be on par with Justice's shipnt volu to achieve this."
The Moon: "Secondly, the other party's shipnt volu is large, but up until now even you, a business competitor, are hearing about it for the first ti. This ans the other party hides well, or rather they intentionally want to hide sothing."
The Moon: "So if you go buy for the first ti, it's not very suitable to buy too much at once, as this will easily arouse the other party's vigilance, making it difficult to track or purchase again later."
The Moon: "In short, being a little careful is definitely correct."
Who else could be called a great rchant?
With just this bit of information, he analyzed the matter thoroughly, making Riesling and Professor Samael nod repeatedly as they read.
The Hermit: "What Justice said makes a lot of sense. Then after I finish distributing the goods and collecting the funds later, I'll go out for a stroll and take a look."
Chariot: "I've already sent the goods over to you on my end, and even added over two hundred extra machines. When the ti cos, see if anyone wants them, if so, sell them together."
Tower: "The potions on my end have also been sent over, and similarly, so extras have been reserved. There will definitely be guys looking for you privately. At that ti, casually marking up the price three or five tis to sell, there will still be people scrambling to buy."
Chu Yuan: "Don't forget to save a hundred machines for ."
Chariot: "I know, I'm saving them."
Justice: "@The Hermit, then I'll leave it to you. I'll prepare the appropriate thank-you gifts."
Although everyone was a mber of Tarot Manor, since you were entrusting soone to do sothing for you, the proper etiquette still had to be there.
The fruit farr godfather still knew this bit of social niceties.
The Hermit: "Leave it to ."
On Samael's side, after sending the ssage, he sat there waiting for the funds.
After all, it was business, without seeing the full paynt he also wouldn't release the goods.
Not long after, the kings brought their paynts over. Although each one's expression seed very calm, one could tell from the sweat forming on their foreheads and the frequency of their steps that their hearts were not tranquil.
"Professor, the money is here, please count it."
A certain king was perhaps too anxious, so imdiately after rushing in, he poured out all the Gold Coins inside his card.
In an instant, the ground of the entire tent was occupied by these lovely golden guys.
"You... this..."
"Even if you're anxious, you shouldn't be this anxious right."
"Bastard! Look at what you've done! You even startled the professor!"
The kings who followed in behind him all accused the first reckless king without exception.
However, to them, what this king did wasn't important. What was important was that this guy wasted their ti.
You have to know, it takes five minutes to change the class of one person.
Which ans every minute and every second now is extrely precious.
Yet this guy did this kind of thing at this kind of ti.
Looking at these Gold Coins, just picking them up would take quite a lot of ti. Isn't this creating trouble for everyone?
Or is this guy actually a spy for the Demon Hunters, doing this to waste our ti?
Hiss——
If you don't think about it, you wouldn't know. Once you think about it, there's really this possibility ah!
Thus, several kings whose brains turned fast, when looking at the first king, their gazes were already looking at a dead person.
What a joke, at this crucial mont, regardless of whether the other party was a spy or not, they would rather kill by mistake than let go.
However, Samael pressed his hands down.
"It's fine, it's fine. After all, it's such a big matter, being a bit impatient is also normal."
Saying that, Samael took out a Magic Broom.
This was the Magic Broom that Lan Qingyou had on hand, a convenient item that could start automatically sweeping work just by inputting magic power.
To anyone's eyes, this thing should have this kind of function.
In fact, the kings also thought so. However, things didn't develop this way.
After being activated, the broom also started automatically sweeping like Lan Qingyou's Magic Broom.
But this sweeping was slightly different from the sweeping in common sense.
That was, this broom wasn't sweeping the floor at all, but like a monster, the bottom end opened a large mouth, and then like a black hole sucked the Gold Coins on the ground into its 'mouth'.
"This..."
The kings stared dumbfounded at everything happening before their eyes. They could no longer find any words to say.
They only knew that in this bizarre world, there were still many, many things they couldn't explain and couldn't even understand.
"It's nothing amazing, just a small tool used to count money. After all, you guys also wouldn't want to sit here for days and nights counting millions of Gold Coins right."
Samael shrugged.
The dumbfounded kings thought about it, it's really so ah.
Previously they only paid attention to the matter of purchasing, completely not thinking about how to count it on this side.
After all, although there were storage tools like cards, they couldn't display exactly how much money was inside the bag like a ga interface.
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