Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

After concluding that the old port area was beyond saving, the merchants' morale was immediately drained.

No matter how much Marcus promised, the atmosphere of the meeting turned into a funeral.

Even some members of the church were not happy.

Ultimately, reselling grain and ripping off grain merchants is just a one-off deal; long-term success depends on the real economy.

However, this applies to the real economy.

Not to mention the old port area, even the land area has to kneel down at the feet of Haisen Port and sing "Conquer".

The area of ​​Hysen Harbor is vast.

Its commerce is thriving and its enterprises are countless.

Her Highness Princess Elizabeth's Wayne Company primarily deals in magic furnaces and magical machinery, and has recently begun to venture into the food and potion industries.

The Southern Tiger Skin Aristocrat's 7 AM opening, a pink club renowned throughout the surrounding countries, is undoubtedly a top-tier establishment.

The dwarven hammer mining group, the Imperial Magic Academy, the vampire life magic research institute...

As for the old port area that has been abandoned by the times?

It's just a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

Everyone at the meeting fell silent.

squeak-

In the silence, the sound of the door being pushed open was exceptionally clear.

An elegant and beautiful girl with fox ears, accompanied by a maid, entered the venue and gave everyone present a polite smile.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, I'm late."

The person who came in was Roland, but she raised her eyebrows in confusion as soon as she entered.

What happened?

Isn't today a meeting day? Why are her lackeys acting like cowards, as if they've been insulted by goblins?

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Roland as she entered.

Many of them were seeing Roland up close for the first time and were immediately stunned by her beauty.

Of course, beauty is secondary.

Most importantly, there are Roland's fluffy fox ears on her head and her huge fox tail swaying behind her.

The texture, the color...

"Is the rumor about opening at 7 PM true?"

"Is Lady Roland truly a member of the fox clan, and not of pure imperial noble blood?"

Small business owners in the back row of the meeting couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Bishop Marcus and the others reacted immediately, standing up to greet him with smiles and even a hint of flattery in their tone.

"Miss Roland, why did you come in person?"

"You can send someone to let me know, and I can postpone the meeting until you arrive."

Because of their public status, the bishops could not use honorifics, but their actions fully expressed their respect for Roland.

Roland was also taken aback by the bishops' enthusiasm.

She responded with a smile.

"No need to be so polite, I only decided to come today on short notice."

Bishop Marcus keenly sensed the hidden message in Roland's words and asked with a serious expression.

"Miss Roland, may I ask what happened?"

Roland waved her hand, signaling Marcus not to be nervous.

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing, but a great opportunity to make money."

"Let's sit down and talk. By the way, what happened just now? You all seemed to be in a bad mood?"

When Marcus heard Roland's question, he turned and glanced at the bankrupt merchants in the old port area in the meeting room, and helplessly described the predicament facing the old port area in detail.

Finally, he lowered his head awkwardly and apologized to Roland.

"I'm sorry, Miss Roland."

"With our capabilities, we can't come up with any effective solutions in a short time. Industry needs to be built up over time. After the famine in the old port area, people left or scattered."

"It's really hard to see any hope of revitalization."

Roland was delighted upon hearing this.

Isn't this like a stray dog ​​stumbling upon fresh shit?

She came to the meeting today to prepare to have these businessmen become distributors of the spicy snacks and bottled seasonings, and to aggressively expand into new markets.

Roland's sudden expression of joy left Marcus and the others somewhat puzzled.

"Miss Roland, what's wrong...?"

"Oh, that's what I'm here to solve today. Let's sit down and discuss the details."

So Roland was quickly led to the left of the head of the table and sat on a new sofa chair that the waiter had brought over.

Nightingale stood behind Roland, her hands clasped over her lower abdomen.

Although Marcus was seated in the main seat, his body was slightly turned towards Roland.

All eyes in the arena were focused on Roland.

Almost everyone heard what Roland had just said. For a businessman who used to live a life of luxury, nothing was more attractive than making money and returning to high society.

The representative from the old port area couldn't contain himself any longer, stood up stiffly, bowed slightly, and asked the question.

"Lady Roland, the solution and opportunity to make money you just mentioned are......"

"It's a new exclusive product."

Roland didn't keep them in suspense any longer and clapped her hands.

The Nightingale behind him immediately stepped forward, took out samples of Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips from her spatial ring, and distributed them to everyone sitting at the round table using the Mage's Hand.

"What you see in front of you now is the latest product launched by the Roland Group: [Feeding Dragon Spicy Strips]."

"I guarantee that this is a completely new product and that there will be no possibility of it being imitated for quite some time. It is practically a monopoly market."

"monopoly?!"

The chamber of commerce representative let out a strange cry, and even the church members widened their eyes slightly.

As businesspeople, everyone knows what this word means.

A product that holds a monopoly position represents endless profits and a terrifying reputation.

The first taste of the soup is always the ultimate pursuit for business people.

But is what Roland said true?

Roland noticed everyone's confusion and curiosity, and gestured for them to use the can openers provided to open the tin cans.

Without further ado, everyone eagerly opened the tin cans containing the spicy strips.

In just over ten seconds, the conference room was filled with the rich aroma of spicy snacks.

"What is this? Is it a unique spice?"

"Hiss... This smell is really strong. I've never smelled such a peculiar aroma before, and it's actually quite appetizing."

"Is this product a spice? But spices are always available on the market."

A questioning gaze fell upon Roland once more, tinged with disappointment.

The chamber of commerce representative couldn't help but offer a tactful reminder.

"Lady Roland, spices, although they are quite expensive, are not exactly scarce on the market."

"While this 'Dragon-Feeding' spice has a novel flavor, it will likely be difficult for it to compete with the spice-specializing merchants..."

Roland knew someone would ask that question.

She straightened her back and flashed a confident smile.

"compete?"

"If I told you that a can of Dragon-Feeding Spicy Strips only costs thirty-five copper coins, would anyone outside be qualified to compete with us?"

Everyone's expression froze instantly.