Reboot: Mechanic

Chapter 142 Raking Money

With the prime example of the brave individual trying to negotiate a lower price and resulting in Mary banning him outright.

This ruthless yet decisive move not only shocked the crowd but also earned their respect for Mary’s strong leadership. Only when a person was completely confident with their own product, could they resort to such drastic means.

Hence, the crowd was more excited than ever to be the first customer to purchase the Claymore Mine.

“Everyone, please calmly form a single line and not create a mess.” Mary smiled calmly and instructed. The receptionist skills that she had earned through her times in disguise came in handy.

Once a frantic crowd with not much order around, soon became docile, with everyone patiently waiting in line for their turns to purchase.

“Your payment has been confirmed, so here’s your Claymore mine with instructions included on how to use it,” Mary said, handing out the product to the customer.

While Mary was enjoying this beautiful moment of raking in money without stopping at all, another group of people were in complete discontent.

Within another reserved area, a group of people almost had a darkened expression hanging on their faces.

“Fucking Optic Mech! The nerve of them to openly come here and advertise their products.”

“Hmph, we should have just killed them from the start. Now they are garnering more than 90 percent of the people stationed in this safe hold.”

“Our current products are now being ignored, and our profit is going to take a big hit now. What should we do, leader?”

Upon saying that, the group of people all turned their attention to a person that sat in the center.

The person sitting in the center was a master of duality, exuding an aura of tranquility and composure while harboring a cold and calculating determination beneath the surface.

He possessed an enigmatic presence, drawing people in with his calm demeanor, but also instilling a sense of caution due to the underlying ruthlessness that lies within. .𝘯𝘵

Physically, he carried himself with grace and poise, moving with a controlled and measured elegance.

His posture was upright, and his gestures were deliberate, reflecting a sense of self-assurance and confidence. His piercing eyes, often a shade of deep, penetrating gaze, revealed a sharp intellect and a hidden intensity that few could fully grasp.

And this man proclaimed as a leader by this group was Hank, the person in charge of Heaven’s Mecha operation in the wilderness.

“You guys are only worrying about a momentary loss of profits, and have already lost your composure. Don’t you know what is the biggest taboo in our competitive market?” Hank spoke slowly in a somewhat deep voice.

With that subtle warning, the group of people lowered their heads in shame, not a single one of them daring to make a single squeak.

Silently glancing at these people, Hank continued, “I have already sent someone to purchase the new product from Optic Mech. Now all we need to do is wait for his return and we can start to decipher the new product.”

He then stood up from his chair and tapped on the table, “Don’t forget that the Young Miss has arrived in the wilderness with the Young Master from

Carlson Family. I hope that when the Young Miss comes here, you won’t show such disgraceful behavior again. Otherwise, you’ll know the consequences.”

And with that said, Hank left the scene, leaving everyone in the room filled with cold sweat, clearly anxious and frightened by his warning.

It was only a few minutes later when they confirmed Hank’s presence was gone did this group of people take a breather.

“It’s all your fault, Phil. Why did you suddenly panic and cause us to panic as well?” One of the men in the room started to point a finger at Phil.

“Don’t you dare start accusing me, Douglas! You were no better than me when you decided to ask the Leader.” Phil slammed his palm on the table and snorted coldly.

“T-That was because we needed a solution fast.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t because you can’t make a single decision?”

“Enough with the bantering!” Suddenly, another voice interrupted them, prompting both Phil and Douglas to pause their argument.

“Instead of bantering like idiots, we should use this time to come up with a measurement against Optic Mech’s new product. Or do you truly wish to continue arguing nonsensically and allow Optic Mech to slap us in the face?”

“Of course not, Derek,” Both Phil and Douglas replied simultaneously, lowering their heads slightly as well.

Other than Hank that could control them thoroughly, Derek could be considered the right-hand man for Hank. Thus, his status was higher than theirs, so they dare not offend him.

“I doubt you would have the guts to continue.” Derek scoffed coldly.

“Leader Hank is already troubled enough with the arrival of the Young Miss, so don’t give him any more headaches. Optic Mech might have posed a difficult problem for us, but none is more important than serving the Young Miss well. Once the Young Miss is displeased, then we all might just die without a grave.”

“Yes yes, we shall oblige to your advice, Derek.”

The meeting here subsequently calmed down, with everyone pondering over a solution for this crisis.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Mary finally sold out the final Claymore Mine to a customer.

Despite that, there were still many more people in the line, waiting to purchase one for themselves.

‘Sigh, had I known these people are willing to pay such a high price, then I would have raised the price higher.’ Mary exclaimed inwardly, feeling regretful of her decision.

Though, Mary was still laughing from the inside at how much profit they had managed to gain. These Claymore Mines that they sold were all purchased from the other inferior Claymore Mines at the market price of less than 100 Eons.

And these inferior Claymore Mines only needed some modification that cost even less because it didn’t require much material to boost its power.

Thus, by calculating swiftly, with each Claymore Mine they had sold, the profit they gained was about 800 plus Eons.

‘Ahh, and we sold out around 80 Claymore Mines. That’s about 64,000 Eons we managed to earn in such a short amount of time.’ Mary laughed inwardly.