Chapter 67 - 67. 7 Production Plants And 220 Employees (1/2)
”YOU THINK THIS IS A TOY STORE?” I roared once again through the hard cardboard megaphone that I had used during the battles of the party raids in the past series and this time I directed the come directly at the two merchant faces.
I regained my composure just as quickly as I lost them and I said, ”OUR products are exclusive and one of its kind. Even if you can find similar products in the market somewhere in town but it's comparable to what you might find inside it.”
”The wizard and Ruler of Aermagh acknowledge the value of these products. Just because you carry a huge pouch and containing a large number of credits doesn't mean you can take us as your bloody fools.”
”Just you two are working only for yourselves and you do not have mouths to feed. Do you know how much mouths we have to feed for two weeks? You don't have the faintest ideas and you shirk at the ideas of learning from my appointed supervisors here.”
”In time to come, they would be Plant Managers and would be running the whole show by themselves. What...? You think it's not possible, is it? We believe in our products and right now we have more than 100 employees working with us to produce these products with the highest quality.”
”You two Bastard just offered us 20% out of our prices and you'd be taking the larger sums for your self. It's damn outright greedy little pigs, aren't you? What... Your parents taught you to be this greedy and think about your puny assholes?”
”Huh...? Answer me... Why are you keeping mum after I said this to you? Are you the same offsprings as that yellow-bellied motherfucker that calls himself the Director here, huh?”
”Thinking of oneself instead of others. Might as well I hire travelling merchants on our own and let them do their own advertising, marketing and promotions instead.”
”How many people have you manipulated so far in this scheme of yours, huh? Goddammit, you damn dumb fucktards, get out of my face if you are not answering me. I should be running my own travelling merchants, yeah... Thanks to you guys, you've given me a good God damn idea...!!!”
”NOW, GET OUT IF MY FACE AND PROPERTY...” I used the cardboard megaphone once more to holler at them and I think I used it too many times towards them and they had turned temporarily deaf by it.
Patricia, Prius and Rebecca were dumbfounded when I reacted that way and they never knew that the odds the two merchants offered were truly against us. They sat there, clenching their knuckles and gnashed their teeth at being taken as fools.
Yeah, the merchants tried to pay peanuts to get monkeys but in fact, King Kong has emerged before them. They immediately scampered off from the bench and walked hurriedly without excusing themselves and went to their respective caravans and started off.
”Audemars... Err... When did you become this fierce all of a sudden? I was totally shocked by it. Are you going to scold me that way if I made a mistake?” asked Patricia as she was worried that I had some sort of split personality and rage that's uncontrollable.
”It's in my nature to be this fierce, Trish. I have lost a lot of friends along the way and it kept bottled up for the past many series and chapters already. Don't worry, I won't scold you if you made a mistake. All I will do is to bite your pretty, firm cheekbutts instead.”
Hearing me wanting to bite her cheekbutts, she blushed because one thing would definitely lead to another after the bite. It is like getting a bite from a werewolf and don't have to wait for the full moon to show if one is inflicted or not. Hah hah hah...
”Prius... I want you to bite my cheekbutts as well. If Audemars can do it, so can you, right? Or get some MR P to work out an appetite. Would you like me to smear some apple sauce or strawberry sauce on it while you bite it?” Rebecca was hinting to Prius about tonight's nocturnal activities that would end up with lots of 'Piak! Piak! Piak! Piak! Piak!'.
The children were bashful when they hear these adults talking about biting cheekbutts like as if they were biting into dumplings. It's already past midnight, children... Don't you all want to go back and sleep?
”Come on... Let's head back. Trish just handles the accounts and keep a record of today's takings. We had worked far too long and we are all tired. These two had taken their dinner but we and the children have not taken theirs. Come on...” I gestured to everyone as we went back to the Great Hall and pushed the trolleys behind us.