Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 113: Chapter 112 Traditional Competition Methods of Companies

Chapter 113 -112 Traditional Competition Methods of Companies

“Are you sure that’s exactly what they said?”

In the general manager’s office of Lesun Company, Falachi looked at the two subordinates with their disheveled appearance, his forehead creasing into layers of wrinkles.

“Yes, after we were driven out of the Yeni Temple, we tried all sorts of methods to get in touch with the Gate of Destiny. But… their person in charge has no plans to meet with us at all. They didn’t even give us a business card!” Ronnie Mont, covering half of his swollen face, mumbled indistinctly, “They don’t have a specific place of business. They just opened a medicine shop next to the temple.”

“Heh… interesting.” Falachi toyed with the two night pearls in his hand, “You did make it clear to them that you were there to visit on behalf of Lesun Company, right?”

The two nodded repeatedly.

“Enough, get out. An embarrassment, both of you, can’t even handle a nun.” He waved them off, signaling them to get lost, then called his secretary over.

“How about it… have you found anything on this Gate of Destiny Pharmaceutical Company?”

“It’s definitely not from the Old Continent.” The secretary quickly opened his notepad, flipping through it as he replied, “I’ve also asked every Magnificent Castle boss who might be involved in the pharmaceutical industry, and so far none of them have any connection to this company. Also, the commercial officer responded, saying that the Gate of Destiny was registered two weeks ago by the Paradise Foundation.”

“The Paradise Foundation?” Falachi stroked his chin with interest, “Any more news about them?”

“No… the commercial officer wouldn’t help us look into these inside information.”

Because that’s trade secret.

For the local lord, what he needed to protect was the investment environment of Magnificent Castle, not to favor any one company…

Generally speaking, that’s how it was.

Fourteen days… a no-name workshop company has just popped up for fourteen days, and already taken over the business of Yeni Temple, even gaining some buzz among the common folk. Even he, the general manager of Lesun, had heard of it at the aristocracy salons.

Publicly advertising, giving away medicine for free, even drawing in people for trial experiences… These actions were just like those of a street vendor, utterly lacking in class.

As for the rumors of curing the Scarlet Curse, he scoffed at them.

This disease hadn’t found an effective treatment despite the research of many scholars in the Old Continent, so how could it have a breakthrough in the New Continent?

Utterly ludicrous!

“Boss, should we invite them for a meeting through the commercial officer?” the secretary suggested.

“Meet for what? To have a nice cup of tea with them?” Falachi felt like smashing the night pearls on the foreheads of his subordinates, “They’ve already climbed onto Lesun Company’s face!”

This kind of behavior of sneaking in and stealing business turf without warning was no different from an undeclared war. What was infuriating was that his own staff had no reaction, like flowers carefully cultivated in a greenhouse. But then again, how many of them assigned to the new district of Magnificent Castle were truly reliable?

Falachi couldn’t help but miss the Old Continent. There, order reigned, and everyone knew their place. For instance, before a new company was set up, the operator would definitely visit the industry giants to foster relationships, which would then facilitate doing business in the industry. There would never be such an occurrence in the New Continent where the initiators go out of their way to meet, only for the new arrivals to refuse even a greeting!

Lesun wasn’t afraid to compete with the opposing pharmaceutical products; after all, their technology was advanced, and they had many factories, having a crushing advantage in both scale and price. But taking away the business of Yeni Temple was not on—this wasn’t just about Lesun, it touched on the interests of the big four companies.

“Prepare a carriage for me; I’m going to Black Steel,” Falachi instructed after some thought.

However, there was no need for him to make a fuss over such a minor issue.

The big four companies were not always in agreement.

When Lesun was established, Black Steel had given considerable help—after all, mercenaries attach great importance to medical logistics, so the relationship between the two companies was somewhat closer than with the other big three.

Rather than negotiating with Gate of Destiny himself, it would be better to report the issue to Heigang Security and let them deal with the trouble. The means of mercenaries might be more extreme, but who could be blamed for that? The other side had started the trouble, and Lesun Company had already warned them.

…

Late at night, Chaoyang had all the players leave Paradise, then he and Ailuodi silently left the temple.

Without the pollution of artificial lighting, the night sky over the Magnificent Castle was almost as clear as a spring—countless stars adorned the heavens like pearls buried beneath the sands, and what was even more marvelous was the conspicuous “Milky Way” winding across the dome. Its colors transitioned from the perimeter’s purple to the pale blue at its center, the changing light and shadow dazzling to the eye.

Sometimes he would wonder just how far from Earth this place was. Was it a stone’s throw away, or was it beyond the farthest horizon?

Unfortunately, astronomy was as much a mystery to him as the occult; relying on star patterns to determine the world’s location was clearly wishful thinking.

Finding a secluded corner, Ailuodi discerned their direction, spread her wings, and took off with Chaoyang flying toward the southern part of the city.

“Are you sure we’re not flying in the wrong direction?” he shouted against the howling evening wind.

This place was getting farther and farther from the Misty Zone.

“The chewing gum is directing us this way; I can only go and see!”

“But why do you even carry chewing gum with you? Crossing the portal also consumes wishing power, doesn’t it?”

“It’s just a little bit more, and besides, I’m used to it.”

“Used to having something to chew in your mouth?”

“No, used to relying on this bit of sweetness to stave off hunger.”

Her response left Chaoyang momentarily silent. After a while he asked, “Do you have any left?”

“In the left pocket of my clothes, help yourself,” Ailuodi replied.

“Thanks,” Chaoyang fumbled for the chewing gum.

“Don’t mention it, but you’re covering that part of wishing power,” the Angel circled twice in the air, then began to descend towards the southeastern beach, “Is it really okay to have all the players return to Earth? According to the rules of Paradise, don’t they have to pay a million US Dollars for the entrance fee each time?”

“It’s fine, I’ve already notified them of the new rules. Hereafter, missions will be categorized as long-term or temporary. As long as there is an ongoing long-term mission, they can request access to Paradise anytime without having to pay an admission fee.” He popped a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, returning the rest to her pocket, “The main issue is that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to craft the mission content; the system from the initial phase is no longer adequate for the current environment.”

Ailuodi couldn’t help but chuckle, “You really do run it like a game.”

“What else should I do? Tell them I’m a Demon and they’re all minions of a Demon?” Chaoyang shrugged, “Although the current wishing power allows me to recruit a hundred players at a time, sometimes a smaller scale is an advantage. After tonight, I will also leave Paradise, only leaving a clone behind to monitor the situation.”

“A system maintenance shutdown, I take it.”

“You could say that,” he smiled, “as you know, the portal between the two worlds is always shifting. Staying on one side for too long might cause me to lose track of the position on the other side, so it’s essential to return there periodically.”

Of course, there was another reason he left unsaid.

That was to allow players to return to the real world with new intelligence, so they could prepare more thoroughly for their next venture into Paradise.

Paradise also needed to offer them certain rewards to boost their enthusiasm for participating in the game.

For instance, the ore that Zhang Zhiyuan received.

Anthony and Qianyuan Meiko had their own objects of desire as well.

And whether it was one requirement or another, all had exceeded the range of rewards that could be exchanged for points.

Now, everyone was a part of this vast network of contracts.

Their pursuit of wishes would also drive Paradise to keep moving forward.