Malton Manor, in the study.
Jeffrey sat behind the desk, looked at Gloria standing in front of him and said: "From today on, all the Morton family's cloth-related industries will be handed over to you to manage, Dailan and the ones you have prepared. The manufacturer does not need to be merged into the family industry, it belongs to you personally. All enterprises that you invest in, establish and expand will be included in your personal property."
"Thank you." A delighted smile appeared on Gloria's face. Although these things were promised by Jeffrey before, she was still a little excited after they were truly confirmed.
This means that she has officially become the manager of the Moulton family. Even though the cloth-related industry is no longer a strong industry of the Moulton family, their family relied on this aspect to start their business back then. In the cloth and silk industry in the city of chaos, it is still Have some say.
"You earned this through your own efforts, so there is no need to thank me." Jeffrey said calmly, with a hint of relief flashing in his eyes, and then said: "The Moulton family's cloth industry has gradually declined in recent years and is constantly losing money. The Los Empire has occupied a large market with its low-priced fabrics. Next, you need to integrate the complex channels and streamline the supply chain to keep it alive. I will give you three months, if you can't make it To stop losing money, I will completely shut down all fabric-related industries."
"What if I did it?" Gloria asked.
Jeffrey looked into Gloria's fearless eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said: "Then it belongs to you, just like Dailan."
"I will work hard." Gloria nodded seriously, her eyes full of energy, and she quickly said goodbye and left.
"This girl is really similar to her father. They both have a lot of energy, but she is willing to focus on doing business, while Lance only wants to teach his children." Jeffrey's eyes turned away after a long time. The door was retracted, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, "It seems that I may become the next Ian. This old man is probably already thinking of how to mock me."
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"Mars, I want to go to Buffett Manor. I need to thank Miss Hill in person." Gloria came out of the study and ordered Mars who was standing at the door.
"Okay, Miss." Mars nodded with a smile. As he walked, he opened the folder in his hand and said, "Last night, there were a total of eighty-five members who registered with me to donate. The total donation was: 13.2 million copper coins, of which 8.2 million copper coins have been received.”
Gloria stopped and thought for a moment: "After we meet Miss Hill, we will go to Chaos Academy and hand over the money to Teacher Luna. If we hurry up, maybe next year Before the start of school, a number of more school buildings can be built to allow more children to attend school."
"Okay, miss." Mars nodded and asked, "Do you need to go to Maimi's restaurant for lunch today?"
"Although I really want to eat the tofu puffs made by Mr. Mag, the queue time is too long. Let's go there after the business hours are over. I have some things that I need to discuss with Mr. Mag." Gloria Smiled.
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"I have something to announce to everyone. I have received an invitation from the Falk tribe to let our restaurant go to the Falk tribe to be in charge of the dinner for Gaili's coronation ceremony." Mag announced the news during lunch.
Yabeimia's eyes lit up and she said: "Great, aren't we worried about how to get to the Fake tribe? This way we will have a legal identity and appear directly at the banquet."
Everyone also looked happy.
"Do you have connections in the Falk tribe?" Camilla looked at Mag with some suspicion.
"What does it matter? It's just that the reputation is great and the tree attracts the wind." Mag sighed, looking like he couldn't help himself.
"You all entered with legitimate identities, so what should I do?" Connie asked a little worriedly.
"I said, that's your home. You won't get lost when you go home, right?" Mag looked at Connie speechlessly, "Besides, isn't stealth what you learned during this period? Even Basti Prison Would it be difficult for someone who can come and go freely to sneak into his own home?”
Everyone also looked at Connie with smiles.
"Uh... I'm just here, just in case." Connie blushed and said a little embarrassed, "If I get lost, you guys have to come and save me."
"The agreed time is to set off in five days. Everyone, please prepare in advance. Because you may face a more dangerous situation, Phyllis, Anna, Jane, and Rena will not go with everyone." Mag continued.
"I...I think I can do it, otherwise no one can help you chop vegetables." Phyllis raised her hand and whispered.
Mag smiled and shook his head: "You need to stay and be responsible for coordinating the night elves' meals. If we take you away, the canteen will not be able to operate."
"I will draw up a specific plan in the next few days. Our goal is to save Connie's brother, and at the same time overthrow the regicide Gaili and return the Falk tribe to orthodox rule." Mag then looked at everyone and said.
Camilla frowned and said: "I agree with the point of saving her brother, but do you think we can really overthrow Gaili with us? As the second tribe of the orcs, the Falk tribe is not weak."
"That's great. I was worried that it would be boring to fight because it was too weak." Irina picked up a piece of shiitake mushroom, paused for a moment, and said, "Leave Gaili to me."
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"Mr. McGonagall, are you ready to go out?"
When business ended at noon, Mag pushed his bicycle out and was about to go to the mercenary union when Gloria's voice sounded from behind.
"Gloria, do you have anything to do with me?" Mag turned around and looked at Gloria who got off the carriage, and asked with a smile.
"Yes, there are some things that I would like to talk to you about Dailan and myself and hear your opinion." Gloria stepped forward and nodded slightly.
"Okay, then come in." McGonagall thought for a moment, parked the bicycle aside, opened the door and motioned for her to enter the restaurant.
"I won't delay your departure, right?" Gloria asked a little worriedly.
"It doesn't matter. I don't have anything important to do when I go out." Mag shook his head with a smile.
A pot of black tea, warm mist rises slowly.
"Congratulations, you won the vote yesterday." Mag poured a cup of tea for Gloria, placed it gently in front of her, and said with a smile.
"Thank you." Gloria held the cup gently with her hands, a blush rising on her face either because the store was too warm or something else.
The atmosphere was slightly ambiguous. Mag first raised the topic and said, "Is there any problem with Dailan?"
"The new clothes are about to be launched. Perhaps it is because the beautiful ladies at Maimi Restaurant wore them in advance, which gave the new products a good publicity effect. The first batch of down jackets that have not yet been launched have all been booked, and the factory is speeding up to produce the second ones. To batch down jackets, we may need to expand a few assembly lines. Moreover, some customers have reported that the price of Dailan's clothes is too high and is not friendly to ordinary consumers. Do you think I need to lower the price?" Gloria looked at Mag and asked road.
