Four Split Personalities

Same time

Academy City, Outer Ring Area, [Black Mary] Bar

The rose-like Magic Crystal Lamp on the ceiling has been lit, continuously releasing a soft and warm glow. At the semi-transparent black bar counter, young men and women are smiling and chatting. Their expressions are incredibly enthusiastic, their words filled with sincerity, like a sweet couple discussing which movie to watch after dinner.

The girl isn’t stunningly beautiful, but she’s pure and charming. Coupled with her mature yet trendy wine-red long coat, it highlights her with an impactful contrasting beauty.

The man is wearing a simple white robe. Although he can’t be described as particularly handsome, he’s quite a handsome figure, especially his intelligent and enchanting eyes, further underscoring his dangerous charm.

One is witty and elegant, the other smiles like a blossoming flower.

Even though their conversation has lasted longer than two movies, they still haven’t felt any boredom. At this moment, they are the only ones in each other’s eyes.

"Damn you!"

The girl with a flower-like smile slightly opened her lips, with breath like orchids: "No way!"

"Don’t be shameless."

The witty and elegant man chuckled, gentlemanly: "You witch."

"Is your head full of crap?!"

The Saintess of the Wealth sect, the noble Phyllis Graham, affectionately grabbed the man’s collar, pulling him close, her Silver Teeth biting lightly: "I provide the production line! I do the processing! I do the promotion! I do the sales! I do the PR! I even have to open the market myself, and you tell me four percent at most? Bullshit!"

"Other girls steal a man’s heart, how come you like to drill into people’s heads?"

Currently under the alias ’Link Zelda’, Motan raised an eyebrow and gently patted Phyllis’s fair hand: "Technology is the primary productive force, you know I’ve handled all product development projects single-handedly, not even letting you worry about material supply, and five percent is indeed not little."

Phyllis stared intensely into Motan’s eyes, angrily saying: "I cover all the raw materials, seven percent!"

"Why don’t you go die?"

Motan sneered, swatting away Phyllis’s smaller hand clenched at his collar: "Don’t think I don’t know how many resources you have, just six production lines barely count as an investment for you, and you dare break up continuous processing into separate steps in the same workshop? And about promotion..."

"What’s wrong with promotion, it costs the most money, okay?!"

"Don’t give me that, do you think this is our world where you need to pay for a spokesperson or something? Don’t bullshit, I actually know that with the quality of this batch of soda, if you let those ’friends’ of yours handle wholesale, they’ll be willing to pay money desperately to help you promote."

"Sales then? Should I not look for channels and rely on you? Carry boxes of goods door to door?"

"I already made it clear earlier, as long as you’re willing, there’s no shortage of people to pick up goods, even your subordinates, who are as exploited as dogs, won’t need to leave home. Sign a couple of orders to get things done. Who are you trying to fool?"

"You know my beloved employees are getting exploited like dogs and you only offer four percent?!"

"Without my order, they’re still dogs! With my order, they might just get to live decently for a few days!"

"Even with your order, my employees can’t live decently!"

...

"Seriously, Lady Lehman."

The head of the Zero Shop’s Academy City branch, High-level Executive Otto Van Dom sighed deeply. With a bitter smile, he spoke to the girl beside him with the vibrant bright pink long hair and colored hexagram eyepatch: "I feel offended..."

Fran... No, it should still be Link Zelda’s companion, Lehman family’s young lady and Miracle City Exchange Group member, Ivy Lehman smiled: "You can resign, I believe with your talent, Mr. Otto, you could easily find a satisfying job?"

"That’s the most troubling part."

Otto sighed again, shrugging: "I don’t think I could ever find a more satisfying position than working under Lady Phyllis."

Ivy made a playful face, covering her mouth with a light laugh: "So it’s a case of one willing to hit and one willing to take it?"

"I don’t like to admit it, but the truth seems just like that."

Otto twitched his lips, then returned his gaze to where Phyllis and Motan were exchanging family pleasantries, saying happily: "It looks like our boss is in quite the mood."

Ivy followed his gaze, just catching Phyllis with one foot on the chair, pointing at Motan’s face and cursing. She said in astonishment: "Is this... quite the mood?"

"What’s the saying? Hard to find a soulmate."

Otto poured Ivy a glass of wine, smiling: "For the boss, being able to discuss business with others with such abandon, putting aside status and etiquette like this, purely with a merchant’s... no, more accurately, a peddler’s mindset, is actually quite difficult. After all, she’s the Saintess of the Wealth sect, inherently Detached, regardless of whether she likes it or not."

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