At half past ten in the morning, when Margaret Wildenstein's car, the Norfolk Holy Power, slowly drove out from the Wildenstein Manor, her brows were frowning.
"Randall, that is to say, there are no abnormalities in the nine stores opened by Rising Sun Company, right?"
"Yes, mother."
Randall Wildenstein, who is also Margaret's eldest son, looked solemn and dignified: "The whole city is very calm, and of course there are no accidents in the stores of Rising Sun Company."
"Do you know what's going on?"
Margaret's brows couldn't help but frown deeply: "The information you provided me before said that Iron Thorn's revenge was extremely strong. I know that this red-robed priest of the Dragon Witch Cult is by no means a patient person.
people."
"This is where I feel strange. I have asked people to pay attention to their movements throughout the city, but -"
Randall spread his hands: "Unfortunately, the intelligence network we have has not found any trace of them so far. They seem to have evaporated and completely disappeared from this world."
Margaret looked cold: "I told you, Randall, to keep in contact with them. Sometimes you don't need to be too cautious. Couldn't that old man guess it? The Wildenstein family is involved with them.
People are not just you and me. Being too avoidant will arouse suspicion."
"Of course I did, but the people of the Dragon Witch Cult have a strong defensive mentality towards us. They think Antonio and Cressy Jacks have been betrayed, and they don't want us to know their situation."
The young man named Randall gave a wry smile and then thought thoughtfully: "But in the early hours of this morning, there was a situation in the east of Atlanta. There was a fight between outlaws there, and the location was at the Fire Club.
behind, but the fighting was very short. The surrounding crowd only heard a dozen gunshots, and those people quickly completed the cleanup without leaving any traces. I suspect that the disappearance of Iron Thorns has something to do with this shooting incident.
It is relevant, but there is currently no evidence to confirm this.”
"You mean, the people of the Dragon Witch Cult and the Iron Thorns have been removed?"
Margaret straightened her back suddenly: "So, have you done any investigation into the movements everywhere?"
"Since I have such a guess, I will naturally not miss any possibility. But the current situation makes me confused——"
Randall said in confusion: "The old man's people have not made any move, nor is it the 'Naisen Hand' insurance company. And neither the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, nor the Cathedral of Light have any action."
Abnormal movement, this is certain. I think unless it is my grandfather, the forces he raised in the darkness, or other enemies of the Dragon Witch Cult."
"It can't be Kang Xiuli! He has been patient until now, and there is no reason to take action at this time. He can hide it from us, but he can't hide it from the Council of Elders."
Margaret fell into deep thought: "Continue to investigate and find a way to contact the Holy See of the Dragon Witch Cult to confirm the life and death of the 'Iron Thorn'. I know they have a way."
"Understood!" Randall nodded: "In fact, I am preparing to do this. But I think our first priority now should be the stores of Xuri Company."
Margaret couldn't help but glanced at Randall: "The stores of Rising Sun Company? Do these stores have large sales?"
"It's very big! The business survey company we commissioned gave us a number that is beyond my imagination."
Randall put a document in Margaret's hand with a solemn expression. The latter opened it directly and found that there were twenty-seven photos inside, taken from nine different stores and taken at different times.
But every picture shows a sea of people, shoulder to shoulder.
And outside the store, there was even a long queue of hundreds of people.
Margaret looked at the A4 paper behind the photo. There was a table on it, which arranged the statistics and predictions of nine stores. Then the first row of data made her expression become extremely exciting.
"The estimated sales of one store are 2.4 million gold shields? Randall, are you kidding me?"
"Mom, that's Drew & Company over there, Atlanta's most reputable business investigation agency. According to them, this is the most conservative number."
Randall explained: "If you take into account word-of-mouth transmission and the crowd effect, they estimate that the upper limit of sales may reach 3.2 million gold shields, and they are expected to serve 800 to 1,200 customers.
. This is because they have a serious shortage of sales personnel, and with some temporarily hired college students, there are only more than 40 people, so they cannot serve more customers. However, this will create a hunger effect, and there will be more customers in the next few days.
Maintain this sales spree until their campaign ends."
"Activity?"
"Look at the last page. It's a flyer distributed by Xuri Company on the streets."
Randall pointed to the back of the folder: "They have done an event. Within fifteen days of opening, all Japanese and German electrical appliances sold in the store will be discounted by 10%. Then after the consumption reaches 1,500 gold shields, there will be a discount of 10%."
A small electric oven will be given as a gift, and after reaching 3,000 gold shields, a rice cooker or oven will be given as a gift."
"10% off? And there are gifts? Can this make money?"
"Yes, the prices they buy from foreign manufacturers are already very low. In addition, I estimate that they have an agreement with the manufacturers. After the sales reach a certain number, there will be a 2% to 4% rebate. And
This kind of small electric oven is not valuable in the first place, and what they give away are some unsalable and obsolete models. It is estimated that their net profit after excluding labor and various costs can still reach five to seven points."
Margaret's face was green and black, and she directly ordered the driver in front of her: "Don't go to the company yet, do you know where the stores of Xuri Company are? Take me to the nearest one to have a look."
About fifteen minutes later, the Norfolk Holy Power they were riding on slowly passed by Dennis Avenue in the south uptown area of Atlanta.
The Rising Sun Electrical Appliances Retail Store on Dennis Avenue was just to their right. Margaret looked out the window and found that there was indeed a long queue in front of the spacious and atmospheric store. This attracted many people to watch, and some people wearing clothes
The pretty woman serving as a waiter was handing out leaflets to passers-by.
"What a coincidence, that's Jennifer."
Randall looked sideways in a certain direction: "It seems that she is quite concerned about her brother."
Margaret also glanced over there, and then looked away indifferently: "I want to know, can we stop him?"
"It's difficult! Mother, his strength is already very strong, enough to compete with other electrical appliance sellers, and this guy also has sufficient funds. The sales of Lucky Bracelets of Naison Sports Group are very hot, and Andre is among them
There is a lot of revenue, so ten days ago, Rising Sun Company had borrowed 40 million gold shields from Lehman Bank of Georgia at an annual interest rate of 9%. They are conquering the entire Atlanta area. And now, these stores are selling like hotcakes.
It will bring them a lot of cash flow."
Randall said thoughtfully: "But I can try to see if I can bring other forces into the game. And my cousin seems to have a too long-term vision. He did not choose to continue the lease, but directly
Purchasing the ownership of those large stores, the current number has reached seven, costing 23 million gold shields. This may be an opportunity for us. I think if he plans to expand as fast as possible, then Rising Sun Company's
The financial pressure will be extremely unbearable——"