Strauss was a black marketeer in the city of Innsbruck, and he had a strong enough relationship network within the count and the city guard.
He made his fortune selling illegal drugs in his early years. Later, as the epidemic began to spread within the principality, a quarantine zone was established in the city. Most people almost avoided the quarantine zone, but Strauss keenly smelled it.
business opportunities.
The medicines that were supposed to be distributed to patients in the quarantine area have been delayed because most of the city guards were scientifically illiterate and were afraid of contracting the disease if they entered the quarantine area. Therefore, no one dared to transport the medicines in for distribution.
Strauss took the initiative to take over this task, so that the city guards could communicate with them. As for the drugs transported into the quarantine area, because everyone was rushing to get them, they naturally had a price.
In other words, purchasing goods at zero cost, sending them to quarantine areas and selling them at high prices is not a huge profit, it is simply robbing money directly from infected families.
It didn't take long for such good days to pass by. Someone also discovered this profit chain, so the medicines of the garrison were given a minimum price. At the same time, there were also competitors selling goods in the quarantine area. It was said that they were not small, Straw
Si can't afford to offend.
After some consultations, the price of drugs has gradually stabilized. Whether you are exporting here or I am here, all prices are unified, and everyone can make money. If we lower the prices and engage in commercial wars, won't those patients be benefited?
That morning, Strauss climbed out of bed from his mistress's arms, got dressed, took a prophylactic antibiotic, and then set out to inspect the sales of drugs.
"Only thirty-six boxes were sold early in the morning?" He asked in disbelief in his store, looking very ugly.
Although sales have been falling recently, according to the usual data, at least more than a hundred boxes would be sold in the morning... Now it has dropped by two-thirds at once!
After taking stock of the warehousing and sales situation and confirming that it was not the clerk who had falsified the accounts and lied, Strauss was already furious.
This must be a competitor messing with me!
Then he began to visit his competitors door to door, only to find that his competitors' stores were also empty. Just when he was confused, Strauss received an invitation letter.
"It's right there." When he arrived at the place designated on the invitation, he saw that all his former competitors and bosses had arrived, looking at the long queue in front of them with gloomy expressions.
"Stealing business?" Since everyone was here, he didn't bother to talk. He pointed to the long queue of stalls in front and asked straight to the point.
"For charity." Someone replied with a cold face.
"Charity?" Strauss never thought that it would be related to the word "charity" in his life. "They distribute medicines voluntarily? Impossible! The medicines have a minimum price, where do they subsidize the cost? It must be vicious competition!
First seize the market for free, then raise the price!”
"They are not selling medicine at all!" A certain big boss said impatiently, "They directly activate their extraordinary abilities, do you understand? Use extraordinary abilities to treat patients!"
"Extraordinary person?" Strauss couldn't close his mouth at this time. If there is any word that is more distant from his life than "charity", it is probably "extraordinary person".
Aren't these guys always aloof? Why would they come to a place like the quarantine area to do charity?
"No! How come these extraordinary beings..." Strauss blurted out, "What are they trying to do?"
"Have fun." Someone said next.
"Then you don't care?" Strauss asked.
"We're in charge." Another boss said, "Look at the ground over there."
Strauss looked over there and saw several gangsters lying on the ground, their hands and feet had been chopped off, and they could only crawl along the ground feebly.
Every time he crawled a certain distance, the infected people who were waiting in line for treatment came out and kicked them back - everyone seemed to be listening to their wails to vent their anger.
"I heard they are from the Knights Hospitallers." A big boss said, "Think about it, Knights. How can we fight? Just the gangsters under you and me? They can bully ordinary citizens, but how can we fight against the Knights?
forget it."
"It's not that we have to fight." Another big boss said, "If you don't know better, won't we try to trick you? Hey, I'll show you a good show later."
Then the other bosses showed interested expressions.
There are more and more people queuing up, and Eleanor is in a hurry to maintain order. Fortunately, these infected people are very obedient. After all, they receive free treatment for free. If they cause trouble and are blacklisted, there will be no place to cry.
Under Eleanor's command, everyone quickly formed an S-shaped folding queue, waiting for treatment in an orderly manner.
Occasionally, someone who has recovered from treatment probably thinks of her as the leader of the knights (after all, this girl is the one who looks the most like a knight), so they bring their whole family over to express their gratitude and give her some coins, eggs, etc.
To express their gratitude, the gifts almost piled up into a mountain under the flag.
Eleanor looked at the happy smiles of these recovered people, and she couldn't help but feel a sincere sense of satisfaction in her heart.
Suddenly, the team and crowd dispersed in panic, and two gangsters rushed over carrying a dead old woman, shouting viciously:
"What are you Knights of the Hospital? Quack doctors! My mother took your medicine and she couldn't bear to die after she went back!"
The crowd was immediately in an uproar. For things like food and medicine that involve entrance safety, most people would rather believe that they have it than that they don't have it.
Now that there is a case of "taking drugs to kill people", everyone immediately hesitated, wondering if there is really something wrong with those drugs?
"What's going on?" Medea came over and thought that Asker had guessed correctly again. Sure enough, someone came out to cause trouble, so she sneered, "You said your mother died after taking our medicine?"
You're crazy, our medicines are just sugar pills! Your acting skills are really exaggerated.
Of course, the two gangsters also knew that they were sugar pills. The big bosses had already sent people to pretend to be infected and investigated it. However, in this case, the other party couldn't tell the truth anyway, so they were naturally happy to pretend not to know and continue to pretend to be angry.
yelled:
"My mother didn't eat anything when she got up in the morning, and her body has always been very strong. She just came here to take your medicine. When she came back, her heart beat faster and her face turned blue. She died soon after! It's not your medicine's fault, but whose fault it is.
question?"
"Then do you dare to swear to God? What you said is true?" Medea stared at one of the gangsters and suddenly activated her mind control ability.
"Of course!" The gangster was also used to swearing. He raised his finger and said, "I swear to God, everything I said is true! You must give an explanation today, otherwise I will smash your harmful shop.
Got it!"
"Brother." Another gangster who was under control suddenly said, "You have gone too far."
The gangster who had been swearing just now was startled when he heard this, and a confused expression appeared on his face.
Hey, brother, your lines are wrong, right? That’s not how the script given by your employer was performed!
Before he could recover, he was punched hard in the face and knocked to the ground.
"I really can't stand it anymore." The eyes of the controlled gangster were empty, but the words he spoke were righteous, "They responded to God's call and treated patients for free, but you, brother, took other people's bad money and carried a corpse
Just come here to smear others! Aren’t you afraid of going to hell in the future?”
This righteous and awe-inspiring line was actually spoken so passionately by the gangster that most of the people around him immediately believed it.
The beaten gangster on the ground got up. He never dreamed that he would be betrayed by his brother, and suddenly showed a fierce expression of "You are dead".
But he was naturally not stupid enough to start an internal fight here. He knew that the infected people around him were already furious, and if they stayed here any longer, they would be afraid of being beaten again, so he quickly ran away with oil on his feet.