When the black mark on the chest turned back into a black dot, Ma Wei knew that the eternal spear Kungunir had completed its mission.
The weapons Odin gave him were indeed useful.
He doesn't need to worry about the strength of his opponent at all. He only needs to find the target and throw the spear, and Kungunir will do the rest.
Back on Flower Street, Edward, who was in charge of looking after the house, heard the noise coming from downstairs. He put down his pencil and walked out of the room, just in time to see Ma Wei busy in the kitchen.
"Have you received the Aurora Meeting?"
Among the first batch of members of the Aurora Society who came to the Kingdom of Windsor, there were several members of the Blood Tribe, including an old acquaintance - Jaylan Edwards.
"I got it. Fat Orange has taken them to Canary Wharf. It's safe enough there. Let's go there and meet them after dawn."
"Yes." Edward nodded and asked: "How to solve the identity problem? We can't let them hide in East London all the time."
The East End of London is the most chaotic area in London. It is a paradise for criminals. Even the police cannot completely control it.
East London has the highest population density and is also the most mixed. Many people living here have their identity information not registered in the official register at all. Even if something goes wrong, no relevant information can be found, and they can only be investigated through visits.
Kovalev and other 30 members of the Aurora Society are hiding in East London, like a cow in the sea, and will not be noticed by the Church of the Three Goddess of Destiny.
But Mavey planned to let some members of the Aurora Society enter the Manstein Potion Company, which would give Kovalev and others a fixed identity to prevent their identities from being exposed.
The problem lies here, London is not Berlin, let alone Mosk. Ma Wei cannot get help from Rhodes IV, and he cannot tell the second prince about this...
In order for Kovalev and others to come out of the darkness openly, they need to arrange their identities. Mavey has already thought about this matter.
"I have obtained the status of a legal citizen of the Kingdom of Windsor. Next, after the bidding is over, the second prince will support me to run for district council and enter the political arena."
Mavey said: "As long as I can become a district councilor, I will have enough power to arrange the identities of Kovalev and others, so there is no need to worry."
Mavey has never forgotten his original intention of coming to the Kingdom of Windsor. The Manstein Potion Company is just a springboard for him to contact senior officials and gain status, but entering the political arena is his real purpose.
After becoming a member of the parliament, he can carry out the next step of action, such as secretly establishing his own political party, expanding his influence, and starting to promote the truth...
"Brother, I don't think the Church of the Three Destinies will allow you to promote the truth in London." The letter said: "They will definitely suppress you!"
"I am the person hiding behind the scenes. Others will be responsible for establishing a political party."
"who?"
"Arthur."
Ma Wei poured the hot water boiled on the stove into the teapot and said calmly: "After I enter the political arena, I will find a way to get Arthur the status of a member of Parliament, and then help him establish a new political party...such as the Labor Party. "
Of course, Ma Wei will not be stupid enough to directly promote the truth in London. He will change the way to package the truth. As long as the core does not change, the truth will not change.
"It will take some time for these to be implemented. Before that... Edward, let me introduce to you. This is Muir, a new member of the Church of Truth."
Edward frowned when he saw Ma Wei pointing to a blank space in the corner of the kitchen, his eyes lit up, and he saw a very vague shadow.
"Yugkris?"
"Yes, Muir is a Yugokrian....can you see it?"
"I have been to the Kingdom of Death." Edward said calmly: "The souls who have been to the Kingdom of Death will leave the mark of the Kingdom of Death, and the Yugoklis are the guardians of the Kingdom of Death. Of course I see it. Gotta see them.”
After a pause, Edward added: "The Yugoklis rarely leave the Land of Mist. How did you convince them?"
"I just stated the interests to it. It is its own decision to join the church. I did not force it."
Edward smiled: "Father, the Church of Truth is getting stronger and stronger."
"I said that the Church of Truth is a potential stock, and you made the right bet."
There was a sound of oil sizzling in the pan, and Ma Wei was frying eggs while saying: "For potential stocks, investors should hold them for the long term."
"Only the last clause of the contract between us has not been fulfilled."
"I'll help you find your lost memory, right?" Ma Wei nodded and said, "I haven't forgotten it. Don't be too anxious. After all, you have been sleeping for two thousand years. Is there still a little time left? We are not the three goddesses of fate now. opponent."
Edward nodded, took out a white coat from somewhere and put it on his body, and asked, "When are you going out?"
"What do you want to do?"
The letter looked at it confused: "Why are you dressed like a doctor?"
"Because now I am a surgeon." Edward took out a business card from his arms and handed it to the letter: "I work in Dr. Watson's clinic and occasionally go over to help."
"Edward Feldman...huh?"
The author was dumbfounded: "You...are a doctor? Are you kidding! Do you know how to spell the word medicine? Have you brainwashed Watson!"
"I don't." Edward said expressionlessly: "It was Dr. Watson who invited me to join the clinic. I am a vampire, can see through the human body, and am a natural surgical expert...that's what Dr. Watson said."
"Expert...Is that why you became a surgeon?"
"Being a surgeon gives you free food." Edward spread his hands: "How can there be no bleeding during surgery? If the patient bleeds heavily, I can stop it immediately. Dr. Watson appreciates my ability."
As a surgeon, Edward can not only fill his stomach, but also realize his self-worth... Mavey was thinking wildly and was a little disillusioned with Edward becoming a doctor.
Saving lives and resuscitating people didn't seem to suit Edward's temperament.
At least when Ma Wei met Edward for the first time, he didn't think he was a compassionate 'philanthropist' at all.
"You go to Watson's clinic to help, do you still have time to look at the store?"
"I can summon a clone. If nothing happens, I will use my main body to go there." Edward said disapprovingly.
Since it doesn't affect the shop, Ma Wei has no reason to refuse it, and he doesn't want to refuse it. Isn't it a good thing that Edward is willing to be a doctor?
This proves that it is becoming more and more like a 'human' in the eyes of humans,
Besides, who doesn’t have a side job these days?
There's nothing wrong with Dr. Edward Feldman being the Lord of the Blood Clan!
No conflict!
Winter winter winter!
Winter winter winter!
There was a rapid knock on the door. Ma Wei looked at the time and realized that it was only 7 o'clock in the morning, two hours before the door opened. Who would knock on the door at this time?
"It's probably the laborers who came to buy Hercules' sticks again." Edward put on a short round hat and said: "It's been like this for the past two days. There was a knock on the door early in the morning... I'm leaving first, Watson The doctor has a very important surgery waiting for me, and I'll be back before 10 o'clock."
After saying that, Edward turned into a bat and flew out of the window, leaving Ma Wei and others staring.
Heracles' stick has indeed caused a stir among the lower-class workers. The price of a bottle is 5 pence, and the benefits it brings far outweigh the costs. Who can resist this temptation?
Ma Wei has been very busy in the past two days, leaving the grocery store business to Edward. He had no idea that the workers' demand for Hercules sticks had reached this level...
"Felix, go check on the situation."
"good."
Lai Wen walked around from the back door to the front door and found that there were seven or eight figures standing outside the store, all waiting for the grocery store to open.
After standing there and watching for a while, several more people came one after another. Without exception, they all brought copper pennies and planned to buy cheap potions.
After learning about this, Ma Wei hesitated for a while, because among the people waiting outside the door, there were several well-dressed people who looked like they were not workers, and the money they brought was not comparable to that of ordinary workers.
For this situation, Ma Wei could only use purchase restrictions to deal with it.
"What? One person can only buy one bottle?"
"It wasn't like this yesterday!"
"Why aren't we allowed to buy potions!"
"In order to prevent someone from maliciously speculating on the selling price, we have decided to limit the transaction volume. This is a new regulation issued by Manstein Potion Company."
Facing the customers' doubts, Ma Wei did not have much fluctuation in his heart: "If you have any opinions, you can report it to the relevant departments, but I think there is no department that can control the potion market yet."
Too low prices will put unbearable pressure on ordinary workers. The number of workers the market can accommodate is limited. If one person can do the work of ten people, the employer naturally does not need to hire nine other employees.
Through this incident, Mawei realized that productivity must match the basic needs of the people. Once the relationship between the two is imbalanced, it will cause irreparable consequences.
Selling large quantities of Hercules' sticks will certainly allow Manstein's Potion Company to make a lot of profits, but what about the laborers?
Workers who take Hercules sticks need to replenish a lot of energy and eat more food. If the money they earn is not enough to replenish energy, won't it cause damage to the body?
In order to replenish energy, workers need to buy more food. Can the food supply meet the standard?
Will prices rise?
Ma Wei needs to take all kinds of issues into consideration.
If he is a profiteer, of course he doesn't need to care about market issues, he just needs to sell magic potions.
He is not a profiteer and must consider the consequences of his actions.
The scalpers and merchants who failed to buy a large amount of potions left angrily. For ordinary workers, the purchase limit of one bottle did not have much impact, and they could not spend more money to buy potions.
After breakfast, Ma Wei took Yunia to the store and found that there was a long queue in the store. He quickly walked out of the store and found that the queue stretched to the end of the street.
"Dad, business is so good today!"
"I'm afraid they were hired to queue up." Ma Wei said with a gloomy face: "As soon as I issued the purchase restriction policy, they found a way to deal with it..."
"Are they all hired to line up?"
Yunia looked at the long queue, thought for a while and said, "This is easy to handle! We just don't want to sell it!"
"Well, this is the only way."
Ma Wei adopted Yunia's suggestion and directly asked Lai Wen to put up the sold out sign in advance, breaking up the long queue.
As a result, at noon, the second prince hurried to Flower Street and went straight to the potion grocery store.
"Nicholas! Nicholas!"
"Your Highness?"
Seeing the arrival of the second prince, Ma Wei raised his head from behind the counter: "What's wrong?"
"Are you announcing that the Hercules Club is sold out?"
"Yes, Freya said that too cheap potion prices will destroy the market balance. In order to protect the market, I have to suspend the sale of Hercules sticks. The price will be increased to 40 pence/bottle tomorrow... .How do you know, Your Highness?”
The second prince spoke quickly: "I received news that The Times is going to publish a piece of news in tonight's newspaper. What do you think the headline is?"
"...I'm afraid it's news about a problem with the production line of Manstein's Potion Company."
The second prince was stunned for a moment: "Did you guess it?"
"This is not difficult at all. The eldest prince and the third prince are competitors of Manstein's Potion Company. After they learn that I have suspended the sale of potions, they will definitely make a big fuss about this matter. When the time comes, The company's stock price will also be affected..."
Ma Wei said calmly: "Your Highness, you came here all the way, do you want me to continue selling Hercules' sticks?"
The second prince opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Ma Wei said everything he wanted to say, and he could only change the angle: "Nicholas, just one day, how many bottles of potion can be sold? In such a big market in London, with hundreds of thousands of workers, can't they still eat it? Hundreds or thousands of bottles of magic potion?"
"I think there is absolutely no need to lower the company's stock price for this kind of thing. Now everyone is staring at our company..."
"Your Highness, stock price fluctuations are only temporary. No matter what the newspapers say, we can use practical actions to prove the truth of the matter. Maintaining market balance is the most important thing."
With that said, Ma Wei put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and said, "Your Highness, if you don't believe it, let's go out for a walk."
"where to?"
"Just take a walk around and see what kind of life the laborers who bought the potions lived."
The second prince didn't want to waste his time on this kind of thing. East London was dirty and messy, and it wasn't a place his status should be. But for Ma Wei's sake, he had to reluctantly agree.
Just at this time, Edward returned to the store, and Laiwen also went to keep an eye on Leon Angel. He handed over the store to Edward, and Mavey picked up Yunia and took the second prince onto the street.
The dirty streets were very lively. Walking on the streets, the second prince looked around, wondering what Ma Wei wanted to take him to do.
Not long after, Mavi, who was holding Yunia, suddenly stopped in front of a house that was being moved. There, a burly giant squeezed out of the door frame carrying heavy furniture. Apart from him, there was only one person outside. A responding laborer.
"This is it, Your Highness."
