Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 388 The Demon Returns (3.2K)

"Ladies, if those nobles have forced themselves on you, please don't worry. Even the highest nobles cannot escape the punishment of Rune's laws!"

Professional journalists are indeed professional journalists; whenever people's emotions inevitably plummet, they always find a way to bring the event to a new climax.

Mike Joseph's new question drew a swarm of stunned reporters, who rushed toward the three bewildered socialites standing there at breakneck speed.

Otherwise, why would we call him a great journalist?

"That's right, ladies. If they try to force you, we can call the police right now and hire security personnel for protection!"

"Please provide more details."

"."

Where did this shill come from?

Upon seeing this, Ron was speechless. He could swear on his own that he had not used any ability or method to actively influence these reporters or make them work for him.

To deal with these foolish humans, a single word is enough!

Wow, I feel like I've been having pretty good luck these past few days. No matter what choices I make, things seem to be going well, and there are even pleasant surprises in store...

The blond boy's eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and he was in a very good mood.

Whenever Ron is lucky, a mercury serpent loses all of its luck.

For example, Urolius used up all his good luck to save "the Lord", and Will Unsettling was beaten up by Ron for no reason and lost all his luck.

No trade, no harm!

"I heard Sherlock mention that he invested in a bicycle company. I heard about it this morning, so I came to check it out."

Just as the reporters surrounded the socialites, Mike Joseph took a few steps to Ron and quietly explained the whole story.

Hmm, it seems that poor wretch isn't entirely useless; at least he's more useful than Amon, who's lazy even when it comes to work...

Upon hearing the reporter's words, the blond boy immediately understood why the other person was speaking on his behalf.

He nodded slightly, giving a silent greeting, and then headed towards the second group of troublemakers.

Seeing Ron approach, they nervously took a step back, afraid that something might be noticed.

One of the men, with a receding hairline, a large build, and a protruding belly, waved the receipts and bills he was holding. When he saw the somewhat intimidating blond youth approaching, his face immediately showed a mix of guilt, arrogance, smugness, and surprise.

What Ron just said and did was undoubtedly a provocation to the two economic and power giants of the Kingdom of Rune.

Isn't that a bit too extreme?

The way you're doing this is putting us in a difficult position!

Terence, a seller who believed in the "Lord of Storms," ​​felt an even greater sense of guilt.

But soon, as if he had remembered something, his eyes instantly filled with confidence.

"You're Ron Sothos?"

"It's your grandfather."

"you……"

The obese man's words caught in his throat, and a clear anger flashed in his eyes.

However, it was clear that his faith in the "Lord of Storms" was not particularly devout; he merely took two deep breaths to suppress his anger and immediately questioned:

"Mr. Sothos, regardless of whether you are the new owner of this factory or not, I have to tell you that the purchase price of the steel you produce is far too high, it has increased by more than a quarter compared to before!"

"We have a long-term supply contract with this factory. You can't suddenly raise prices, otherwise we have the right to sue you!"

Terence looked down at the 1.5-meter-tall boy, feeling absolutely certain that the operation would succeed.

Because most of these people are customers of this steel plant.

According to calculations by a professional team, they account for a full 35 percent of the factory's sales.

So unless someone is crazy, no one will offend them. If they are offended, or if they cannot offer a lower price to protect the interests of the workers, then they will take them to court as planned.

If the other party complies under pressure, they will inevitably save costs elsewhere, which will create more dirt on them to expose.

"We've reached a long-term supply agreement; you can't suddenly raise prices without consulting us!"

"That's right, I heard you factored in the cost of raising salaries. You can't do something unethical!"

"Yes, the purchase price is too high; our goods have been unsold for a long time."

"."

After hearing all the commotion, Ron immediately understood what was going on. He glanced at the reporters who showed no interest in the situation, raised his hand, and silenced the entire room.

"Buy it or don't, it's up to you. If you're not buying, get out!"

Suddenly, the seemingly humble and polite blond boy shouted angrily.

What does the contract that the previous steel company signed with you have to do with me?

Ron's shout was like a thunderclap, leaving everyone stunned and seemingly unprepared for things to develop in this way.

Are you sure? We were just trying to be helpful.

"Roll, roll, roll, roll"

The blond boy waved his hand impatiently, interrupting the obese dealer's panting words.

Terence's greasy face twitched noticeably as he looked at Ron in disbelief.

He had never seen such an arrogant person in his entire life.

"Okay, remember you said it. You just wait, you'll regret it!"

"Get out of here!"

Ron waved his hand impatiently again, not caring about it.

Compared to such petty tricks, it would be better to directly control his access to raw materials; that way, Ron might pay more attention to it.

It would be a good thing if the produced materials couldn't be sold. Once a certain quantity was accumulated, the Southern Continent would send a fleet to transport them all back.

Hmm, the inventory is about enough...

"Snap!"

Just as the blond boy was deep in thought, the camera shutter clicked, and Mike Joseph captured the scene and wrote about it in his notebook.

Even if it results in losses, the interests of the working class must be protected, and there is no temptation to compromise or lower wages...

"..."

Ron silently twitched the corner of his mouth. He always felt that when it came to making up lies, this reporter was the best. Compared to him, the honest and trustworthy Ron Sothos was far inferior.

No wonder he's the one who shares the same interests as Klein...

Nodding, the blond boy slightly raised his chin, like a victorious rooster, and approached the well-dressed troublemaker who was holding a sign that read "The people of Ruen never back down."

"Get out of Rune!"

"He is a spy and informant for the Southern Continent resistance, a dangerous element attempting to overthrow the Kingdom of Rune."

"A bastard from the Southern Continent"

"."

Upon seeing the blond-haired boy arrive, the group's shouts suddenly grew louder, unleashing a torrent of insults.

Surprisingly, the steel mill owner didn't say anything to them, nor did he order the workers to forcibly drive them away.

He merely glanced at them indifferently before getting back into the carriage he had come from and heading towards the steel company's inner courtyard.

Even though Ron Sothos was so merciful, even sparing those ignorant people who were used as knives to kill, he still couldn't stop those who were courting death.

Ron wouldn't bother with foolish humans unless they were exceptionally special or had acquired divinity through potions.

It is inevitable that gods will come into contact with humans when they walk on earth.

If everything were strictly demanded, probably very few people would survive. Therefore, Ron has always kept a low profile and enjoyed life with the people.

"Sigh... I've told you I'm very kind, but you just won't believe me..."

Ron Sothos sighed silently and gave a wink to Amon, who was wearing a blue worker's uniform and slacking off while watching the commotion at the door.

If you won't allow me to do business properly, then I'll have to resort to some methods that suit this world.

……

Wednesday, at dusk.

On the King's Road, a luxurious carriage departed from the Kingdom's Parliament.

The carriage was carpeted and furnished with beds, sofas, tables, and other furniture, making it like a mobile room.

Duke Pallas of Bennegan, dressed in the uniform of a deep-sea admiral, was holding a crystal glass and drinking blood-red Olmir wine.

As he savored the wine, he pondered and said:

"I'd like to invite Earl Hall to visit tomorrow. I'd like to discuss raising factory workers' wages, improving their working hours, and revising the Poor Law. When did the Church of the Night start caring about these things?"

"I've also heard about Honest Man Steel. Although it's a small company in the truest sense, it depends on who you compare it to. A company with a market value of around £30000 is considered a 'giant' in Backlund."

Taking a small sip of the blood-red liquid, Pallas Negan placed the crystal glass on the table and instructed his secretary:

"It seems our out-of-town friends don't quite understand the rules of Backlund. Without building connections, expressing political leanings, or choosing any political party to align themselves with, they casually spent a large sum of money to buy a poorly performing company and even improved the workers' wages. I don't know whether to call it boldness or foolishness."

"It's like a spy sent by an enemy country, or a deliberate performance to demonstrate the influence of the Church of the Night."

At this point, Duke Negan's expression turned strange for a moment, before he uttered a word invented by Emperor Roselle.

"It's like they're deliberately putting on a show!"

"Regardless of whether he is or not, we can't let the other party continue like this until the real bill is discussed. Otherwise, the workers in the East District will definitely protest and strike. If the Night Church secretly intervenes in this matter, it will be very difficult to handle."

"Use our influence to get those machinery companies that buy steel to source from us. I'll offer them near cost price to make that honest guy calm down."

As soon as the Duke finished speaking, his secretary was seen scribbling down the Conservative leader's instructions.

After saying that, Duke Negan sighed.

"Sigh... Can I trust you, Capas?"

The gentleman in his sixties rubbed his forehead, as if he had shed all pretense.

"You can always trust me, sir."

The secretary gave a stiff bow, showing no sign of distress, but her cold, criminal-like eyes were filled with an indescribable cruelty.

"As I said, I'm here to seek cooperation, and I've also proven to you that your previous secretary had some ulterior motives."

(End of this chapter)