Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Oh my god..."

Fuminuma slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what was going on.

No wonder Ji Yun, that arrogant young master from the inner city, was so polite to Lin Bai!

So the mysterious person who stirred up trouble and turned the inner city's arms market into chaos was right under my nose?

"So..." Fukunuma leaned forward, "you came to me to try and sell this shipment to the Brotherhood?"

He fiddled with the bullet, shocked but still rational, and shook his head:

"Lin Bai, it's not that I don't want to help you. Although this thing is ten times cheaper, ten gold coins per piece is still too expensive for gangs from other cities."

"Even within the Brotherhood, only officers are entitled to a few rounds for self-defense. Large-scale deployment? Unrealistic."

"No, that's not it."

Lin Bai waved his hand, directly interrupting his analysis.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, interlacing his fingers and resting them on his chin.

"Originally, I came here just to exchange a batch of bullets for some contribution points."

"But just now downstairs, Ji Yun told me some news."

"This news made me change my mind."

Lin Bai leaned forward, a posture that suggested he was about to put all his chips on the table:

"Boss Fuzuma, I'm not doing small-time business anymore."

"Are you interested in doing a real, big deal with me?"

......

Ten minutes later.

Iron Fist, who could have sat on half of his buttocks, has been ruthlessly driven to the corner.

He was hugging his knees and counting the patterns on the wallpaper.

Fuzuma and Lin Bai sat side by side on the main sofa, getting much closer together.

At this moment, Fuminuma's face was filled with the words "deeply shocked".

"You mean... you handcrafted this Spirit-Breaking Bullet?"

"And... the core alternative material is actually in the sewers of Blackrock City?"

Lin Bai nodded calmly.

Fuzuma felt his head buzzing.

He took a deep breath, trying to make sense of the logic behind it all:

"An inner-city alchemist named Nie Chenyuan wants to crack your formula and cut off your source of income."

"So you're planning to collaborate with the association and take over the entire 'cleaning work' of the sewers?"

"You want to... cut off our own access to raw materials?"

"Yes and no!" Lin Bai snapped his fingers.

"Nie Chenyuan is very strong. It's only a matter of time before he cracks my formula. Technological barriers are never permanent."

"Once the formula is leaked, everyone will find out that making the Soul-Breaking Bullet is so simple and the cost is outrageously low."

"At that time, there will definitely be chaos, and the price war will drive profits to negative numbers, leaving everyone starving."

Lin Bai looked at the swamp:

"Since we can't hold onto technological barriers, let's hold onto resource barriers."

"As long as we hold the only raw material, even if all the alchemists in the world know the recipe, they'll still have to obediently come to us to buy rice to cook!"

"This is the kind of monopolistic business that's incredibly profitable. What we need to do isn't sell shovels, but fence off that gold mine."

The swamp fell silent.

His mind raced, rapidly calculating the risks and rewards involved.

This is not just a business deal; it's about competing with the inner city's elites for resources!

This is like snatching teeth from a tiger's mouth!

If successful, the Dust Brotherhood will control a continuous cash cow, and may even be able to manipulate the noble alchemists in the inner city.

But if we lose...

"This is a huge deal."

After a long while, Fuminuma suddenly stood up and vigorously rubbed the stiff dough.

"I can't make a decision; I need to consult with the chairman."

He walked to the desk and placed his hand on the red internal communicator.

But he didn't press it immediately.

Instead, he turned his head and stared intently at Lin Bai:

"There's one thing you have to tell me right now! Otherwise, the chairman will never agree to this."

"What exactly is that material that can replace hundreds of gold coins worth of 'Spirit-Slaying Essence'?!"

This is a top secret.

Once he reveals it, Lin Bai will lose his biggest bargaining chip.

But Lin Bai just smiled, without even the slightest hesitation.

Such a secret, if not transformed into tangible benefits, is worthless garbage.

Once Nie Chenyuan deciphers it, the whole world will know that it was junk from the sewers.

Rather than letting it rot in your hands, you might as well exchange it for a VIP ticket to the table.

"Tell the president, that material is..."

Lin Bai parted his lips slightly and uttered two words:

"mouse."

"...What the heck?"

Fuminuma thought he had misheard, and even subconsciously picked at his ear.

"Those mutated rats with red eyes, covered in pustules, crawling all over the sewers."

Lin Bai shrugged, his tone relaxed.

"Specifically, it's their brain."

Fuminuma was completely numb.

mouse?

The invaluable core material that caused the bigwigs in the inner city such a headache was actually a rat.

"This is insane...this world is truly insane..."

Fuminuma muttered to himself, his expression a mixture of crying and laughing.

Without another word, he grabbed the communicator, pushed open the door to the inner lounge, and rushed inside.

......

The door was tightly closed.

The office returned to silence.

Lin Bai was in a good mood. He turned to look at Iron Fist, who was squatting in the corner. The guy was idly banging his forehead against the wallpaper.

"boring?"

Iron Fist pulled his face off, scratched his head, and looked utterly bewildered.

"Strategist, I didn't quite understand all those convoluted things you were talking about... But from what you and the boss are saying, can a place like the sewers, full of shit and pee, really turn into a gold nugget?"

Lin Bai laughed and walked over to pat the big guy on the shoulder.

It's okay if you don't understand.

"All you need to know is that if this works out, we'll be rolling in money. You can even have your beat-up motorcycle gilded."

Iron Fist's bull-like eyes instantly flashed with a blinding thief's light, and he was practically drooling.

"Gold-plated? Can I also add two more diamonds? Pink ones! And two spotlights!"

"...Whatever you want, even if you want to put dentures in the wheels."

The door to the lounge suddenly opened.

Fuzuma strode out, his face flushed.

Needless to say, even the mysterious chairman was shocked by the answer "rat."

"The president has spoken!"

Fuzuma's voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"If we apply to the city defense army for the maintenance rights of the entire sewer system under the pretext of 'cleaning up hidden dangers in the sewers and preventing an outbreak of plague,' that's... feasible!"

"but!"

Fukunuma abruptly changed the subject, his brows furrowing into a deep frown:

"The risks are too great, and the potential rewards are too high. Relying solely on the Brotherhood... would be too much for them; they might even overeat."

Fuminuma sat back down in his chair:

"We need to find someone to cooperate with. Someone who is rich, powerful, and a tough nut to crack, someone the city garrison won't dare to break the contract with."

Upon hearing this, Lin Bai's smile widened even further.

Money? Power? And the ability to check and balance the city's garrison?

Lin Bai turned around, his gaze seemingly penetrating through the floor-to-ceiling windows to look at the departing figure.

"Rotten Swamp, what do you think...?"

"How was Young Master Ji Yun, who just greeted us?"

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