“What the fuck, twelve percent?!??”
In a three-story building, a young man with blond curly hair threw a stack of papers in his hand on the table. His handsome face was full of anger, and he shouted loudly to the indifferent butler in front of him:
"A new gathering point that opened less than half a month ago actually cut off 12% of my profits. Is he crazy, am I crazy, or are you crazy??"
"Before discussing who has mental problems, Master, please calm down. Your incompetent rage cannot solve the competition, nor can we quickly earn back 12% of the profits. And I suggest you not to use this anger Imposing it on other employees, because they are only selling according to the plan and route you have deployed, without deviating from your will. In addition to the fact that Goblin Farmhouse is too powerful, there is another reason why this happens..."
The blond Gothic maid's face was expressionless, and her delicate facial features showed no fluctuations, as if the man called the young master had just barked and was as unthreatening as a dog. She faced the young man's wide eyes and said very calmly: "The plan the young master gave to the employees does not have any measures to deal with external changes. This is because you are too good at it."
"I...you!!!"
The young man pointed at the maid, his face twisted, and his voice changed unconsciously, "Ain! You've gone too far!"
"You can just say that I'm incompetent and angry. Can you please stop criticizing me all the time!"
Facing the young man's accusation, the maid bowed slightly and said in a voice as clear as a lark, "It's okay, young master, I won't say that to you in front of others. This will lose your dignity in front of outsiders, I understand."
"You know shit, you know."
When the young man faced the impudent maid, although his face was distorted and his handsome features were twisted into a ball as if he had been sore, he still did not continue to get angry. Instead, he began to argue with reason: "My business plan The writing is thorough enough! Even my plan for the void to invade again has countermeasures! No, tell your conscience, who would have thought that someone would open a gathering point in that remote place? Or would Goblins be waiters? ?Who would have thought of this?"
"Forget it, that's right."
The maid nodded, and then said to the young man: "This matter is indeed too bizarre. I did not respond correctly immediately. I also bear some responsibility."
"Haha, that's true." Seeing the maid's defeat, the young man suddenly became happy: "It's not easy, I didn't expect you to realize your mistake one day."
"First of all, let me correct you. I have always known and admitted my mistakes. But before this, I have never made a mistake."
The maid bowed slightly, gathered the reports on the table with a very thoughtful etiquette, and said to the livid young man: "Master Ivey, our top priority now is to appease the employees at the gathering point, and then immediately designate a confrontation strategy to find out who Regarding the details of the gathering point called Goblin Farmhouse, a staff meeting will be held shortly, and you should start preparing your speech now."
"Fine."
Hearing this, the young man known as Ivey rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. As the president of the "Al Chamber of Commerce" that is parallel to the Zisha Chamber of Commerce and even suppresses it, Ivey controls most of the business in the Twilight Forest. Different from the mobile business model of the Zisha Chamber of Commerce, the Aier Chamber of Commerce has been investing its energy and resources in the development of major gathering points and has not been too involved in other industries.
Therefore, although the profit reduction this time is reasonable, as a former monopolist, such changes can easily affect the mentality of employees. As a well-educated head of a chamber of commerce with healthy parents, Ivey’s incompetent rage was not about “blaming the employees for losing money” but about “the weird thing that came from somewhere and took away my business.”
Although both of them are quite incompetent.
"The staff meeting is really troublesome."
Ivey leaned on the soft sofa and said melancholy to the maid Ain in front of him: "I don't want to do it anymore, Ain."
"Master Aiwei, stop talking nonsense." Ain walked up to Aiwei, handed him a piece of paper and pen, and said softly: "Write it quickly, and try to memorize it after you finish it. I will go to prepare for the staff meeting right away. You come on."
Having said that, before Ivey could send out the "Help me" signal, Ain left Ivey's room at the speed of light in an elegant manner, and then walked towards the employee area at the gathering point.
Looking at Ain's back, Ivey's clown-like expression immediately dissipated, and what emerged next was a sense of calmness and composure. He hid in the darkness beside him and waved his hand gently. Then, a voice sounded from his ear.
"Say something quickly."
"Can you respect your parents?"
Ivey couldn't keep his calm expression, and said behind him with black lines on his face: "Go and find out about the Goblin tribe for me. Their rise is definitely not an accident. I suspect that the Purple Veil Chamber of Commerce should have reached an agreement with them. More agreements.”
"Zisha Chamber of Commerce?"
The voice hummed, and then said to Ain: "You have to help me check on a woman named Linghai first."
"Is she from the Zisha Chamber of Commerce?"
Ivey is a little puzzled. As an old enemy, Ivey knows all about the powerful professionals in the Zisha Chamber of Commerce, but he has never heard the name Linghai.
"Yes, and no." The voice gave a pass and asked Ivey: "Do you still remember the last time you sent me to investigate the progress of the transaction between Zisha and Dongfang Continent?"
"Remember, you were beaten to pieces." Ivey said curiously: "You never told me the specific content. I thought you were too miserable and didn't bother to ask. Are you willing to tell me now?"
"Your mother." A curse word full of emotion came out, and then the voice said to Ivey: "That time, as usual, I started praying to the void for protection directly near the territory of the Zisha Chamber of Commerce. But when I entered the void, and towards When I was advancing to the Zisha Chamber of Commerce, I saw..."
The voice paused and began to formulate words to describe the scene.
"A woman, yes, the woman named Ling Hai." The voice coughed twice and continued: "She is walking in the void."
"walk?"
Ivey was also a little dumbfounded. As the void is a restricted area of life, few people except the shadow assassins would set foot in it. Even those shadow assassins have to pray for a long time and use spiritual power and strength to fight against the ubiquitous whispers in the void before they can barely walk in the void. But why does the sound describe the spiritual sea entering the void, so...
"Walking in the courtyard." The voice smacked his lips, as if the horrifying scene appeared before his eyes again, "As if taking a walk, she opened a door from the outside and entered the void. In the void, she did not need to face Pray to the Night Goddess for protection, and you don’t need special earplugs to fight the whispers.”
"No, she didn't fight Whisper at all."
"She chatted directly with that ubiquitous voice!"
"Wow, so awesome?" Ivey opened his mouth and said in surprise: "Then she can walk sideways in the Shadow Assassin's Guild?"
"Oh, that's not the case."
The voice came out of the shadows. A woman with a good figure and short blond hair sat in front of Ivy, her slender legs resting on the coffee table. She narrowed her eyes and said, "The Shadow Guild does not recognize her existence, so she never She has never learned any power related to the assassination profession in the Shadow Guild, nor has she received a gift from the Shadow Goddess. She has always been alone with a blank identity, and it was not until recently that she registered as an adventurer in the Brave Guild. It’s considered registered.”
"That's it."
Ivey nodded, and then asked curiously: "Then what is her relationship with the Zisha Chamber of Commerce?"
"She has nothing to do with Zisha." The blond woman shook her head, the dagger in her hand looming, as if traveling through space.
"But her relationship with Lin Zi is definitely not simple."
