Grundal pov
To the soldier that's protecting this man. It seemed as if Grundal had gone insane but Grundal's mind was at work. I knew the Black Market was a bed but not this bad and it made his mind crank out ideas as to how to handle this and settled for a more old oil tycoon approach.
It involved the approach of getting into the business and settling down for a day. Before branching out into other businesses by using horizontal integration. I would then buy out other businesses with the days I spent here. I would be expanding my business into other branches. For example, if I started selling exotic beats and bought out the slave trading stand I would expand more horizontally and diversify.
But I can also use vertical integration to "expand" the business. In the situation I'm in this does me nothing so well do this last. Say if we used the previous example. I would not buy out any of the businesses here I would focus on the importing and retail. basically the ladder of what happens in selling. This would cut out any middleman looking for money he's already gotten because he's unhappy.
Anyway, I don't need to streamline anything I just need to expand and make money which well we need money to do that, and as I said before I don't have two copper to rub together. So before making money appear out of nowhere let's talk to some of the shop owners.
I checked my tie and my attire and walked up to a 24-year-old woman who seemed to be known and experienced.
"Hello there I see you have quite an amazing shop here would you mind telling me what is for sale"
I looked around and there were some things up for sale but the objects didn't really imply what she was selling. she wore a loose shirt with many tattoos around her body and lush skin. Her slacks were so expensive that it didn't even take a trained eye to see how much they were worth.
"Hay man if you really don't know what I'm selling then I suggest you leave. Only exceptional poeple come look for our service" She looked at me with fierce red eyes. looking at my attire before scoffing "I can tell someone like you is not exceptional so buzz of you blue smurf or whatever you are supposed to be"
I looked at her before pulling a seat to her sitting in it "Me not eceptinal. Now I wish that were true but tell me girl you have me intrigued why do you insult someone by asking what you sell? If anything It seems to me that you have no idea how to sell water to someone crossing Cesare the longest desert."
"Hay! If you don't think I can sell then walk off. My ability is exceptional. Yours however has never been proven so why should listen."
"OH I think you should." I crossed my legs "After all I have my influences so mind telling me what you sell. Everyone has something to sell but I'm interested in only the best and acute"
She laughed, "You don't like to quit so after I tell you. Scram like the good-for-nothing smurf you are. I sell hitmen, drugs, and nobles as slaves at times but their not common. NOW SCRAM"
"I'll stay for a bit and I take you are the owner" I looked at her with an honest smile. My eyes stared into her soul. "Because I have an offer, I want to make, that can change your life"
She let her legs rest on the table crossed in front of us. "I am and I think I've already changed my life enough"
"Come on I KNOW you want more than this."
"I-"
"Oh be careful with what you are about to say because I'm a very greedy person at times I'll let you in on a secret I want everything. I want this Black Market and the regular Market under my thumb. So let me say this YOU ARE making a deal that WILL change your life. I'll lay my deal out. We do things my way for one day from 12 a.m. to 11:59 p.m. tomorrow. I won't change what your business sells and I'll give all the earnings to you besides 10%. However, in the end, you have to make a choice to join me or let me go."
"It's only one day so it shouldn't be a problem for me but I don't think you are very fit to run this stand."
"Then why don't you help me? If we don't make more than what you usually earn at your highest. Then you keep it all."
She looked at me like I was insane. "You are one crazy greedy person, and I hope you know that tomorrow is the slowest day." She shook my hand thinking that I would never be able to do this.
"Thank you miss your name before I leave I'll be back here at 12 am tomorrow"
"My name is Abigal Leverson."
I let my hand leave and looked at the soldier. "Set up a meeting with Death NOW or you'll be lucky you're not for sale tomorrow. He looked at me frightened and teleported out before I did the same. To set up supplies and to talk to my "employees"
A couple of hours later at approximately 10 pm
I looked at Matthew and said proudly. "I need these 5 poeple tomorrow, in chains in perfect condition if you can. Healing spells can fix that but they have to be alive Matthew." I handed him a list with the 5 names.
"Who knew that you would help me with five people I won't ask why but I'll make sure these 5 are handed to you and alive but under the condition that they will be handled with "care""
I looked at him as he smirked. "Well of course why else would I arrange this list with 5 poeple from the families of Heros? Don't worry though they have whats coming to them."