I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods

Chapter 556 142: Losses and Shouldering the Blame

But now, the Huangxing Group has directly set the base price at 360,000, and it's unlimited. As long as you support Mokaka, you can purchase it at the original price.

Under such favorable conditions, the mercenaries, who had been wavering, instantly made their decision.

Within an hour, the sales of Huangxing Group's new products have exceeded the one billion mark, rapidly surging towards the scale of ten billion.

The trend was set, and the rise of Huangxing Group had become an unstoppable torrent.

At least, the Collection Clan had no means to stop it anymore.

"Wait... support rate?"

He suddenly came to his senses and turned to look at his support rate screen.

[Mokaka: 67%]

[Shen Ye: 34%]

In just a matter of hours, the candidate voting list was overturned once again.

This time, Mokaka reclaimed the support rate that rightfully belonged to her, and Shen Ye, though still in second place...

But looking at this support rate, it's clear there was no longer any chance of contending for the mayor's position.

"It's over..."

Enfield felt a blackness before his eyes, almost fainting from frustration.

They had spent so much, enduring billions and trillions in losses to forcibly sell the products, just to pull more votes for Shen Ye, right?

But now, money was spent, losses were endured, and Shen Ye was still far from the mayor's position, even drifting further away.

What... what should be done?

His teeth trembled slightly as he continuously thought of solutions.

But as the saying goes, misfortune never comes alone.

As Enfield considered how to salvage the situation, the manager of the sales department of Gunman Technology rushed in with news that nearly crushed the nobleman's spirit.

Due to the unlimited supply of Huangxing Group's products, the vast majority of mercenaries who had previously ordered from Gunman Technology had chosen to refund and return the goods.

A large number of shield generators and exoskeletons were returned, piling up in the warehouse, almost unable to fit, and could only be stacked on the street.

The company's cash flow collapsed instantly, and the finance department had to go to the bank for loans to refund customers.

The key was that they couldn't refuse refunds because "unconditionally returnable" was written in their promotional materials.

And more troublesome, due to the poor business performance, banks also started demanding debt repayment...

Previously, Enfield had felt pleased about acquiring factories, but now, those high-priced factories became burdens because, as Yang Qian had mentioned about "production capacity issues," there was a serious overcapacity now, and there were hardly any orders to work on, leaving those factories idle, wasting the company's funds and management resources.

The only way to get rid of these burdens now was to sell the factories at a low price, but in doing so, they would incur another significant loss.

Factory losses, loan collection, employee salaries, refund compensations, election failure...

Each one was like a heavy stone weighing on Enfield's chest, suffocating him.

He no longer thought about how to solve the problems, but rather how to distance himself from this huge mess.

As the young master of the Collection Clan, how could he make such a big mistake, how could he make mistakes? Surely, it was a servant's deception that caused the originally flawless plan to go awry.

The status and rank of this servant must be high enough, also possessing certain authority, preferably a commoner with a different surname, so even if their reputation is ruined, it wouldn't affect the family's honor.

There weren't many people who met these conditions, but...

Enfield thought carefully.

Before him, wasn't there such a person?

His gaze occasionally glanced towards Yang Qian, who felt uneasy under the scrutiny.

At that moment, Yang Qian roughly guessed Enfield's thoughts and his own fate.

Taking the fall, and then dying with a burden of blame that wasn't his.

That is the fate of a house servant.

Compared to regular servants and subordinates, house servants gained the master's trust more easily and were treated better.

But at the same time, when the master faced risks, they must unhesitatingly stand up and die in the master's place.

Even though he had already provided better suggestions and prepared risk assessments in advance, the company's severe losses were still due to Enfield's persistence, but what did that matter? The master said he was wrong, then he was wrong; servants have no right to question the master's decisions.

So he could only stand there, waiting for Enfield's judgment.

This process of waiting for a "verdict" was uncomfortable.

Fortunately, a phone call soon came to Enfield's phone.

Yang Qian tactfully stepped aside, closed the door, and waited facing the wall.

Once he stood in place, Enfield answered the phone.

Yang Qian couldn't hear the specific content of the conversation, but from the angry and furious voice on the other end... and Enfield's timid tone, it seemed some elder from the Collection Clan was unleashing their wrath on Enfield.

"Hey, if it were me, I'd scold even harsher! This wastrel, losing hundreds of billions in a few days, even the wealthy Collection Clan can't afford such squandering, right?"

Yang Qian couldn't help but think inwardly, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

This was the only moment he could find some solace.

But soon, he couldn't smile anymore.

Because he vaguely heard Enfield and the man on the phone talking about "curse," "poison," and "last resort," and occasionally casting a sidelong glance at him standing in the corner.

Yang Qian sensed something amiss and prepared to leave this place of trouble.

But just as he opened the door, Enfield's voice, like a soul harvester, sounded from behind him.

"Hey, Xiao Qian, come over here for a moment."

Enfield greeted with a friendly smile, using a familiar nickname for Yang Qian for the first time, as if Yang Qian in his eyes was not a servant but a brother or a close friend.

But Yang Qian himself felt no joy, instead was on edge, sensing something was off.

He knew these aristocrats all too well, people who wouldn't usually give him a second glance; if they suddenly changed their attitudes today, there could only be one reason.

This guy had something to ask of him, very likely some shady deed.

"Come, stand by my side."

Seeing Yang Qian unmoved, Enfield urged again.

He didn't hang up the phone, seemingly to show his trust in Yang Qian.

Seeing this, Yang Qian had no choice but to brace himself and step forward.

"Here's the deal, the family has decided to assign you a task after discussion."

"It shouldn't be a big deal..."

Saying this, Enfield opened the drawer beside him and took out a pitch-black needle, wrapped in a faint gray mist, with strange and twisted patterns etched on its surface, making one fearful just by looking at it.

Enfield carefully wrapped it in a box and handed it to Yang Qian.

"This is called 'Black Burial,' as for its specific effect... you don't need to know for now, just keep it safe."

"The family received news that Mokaka has awakened and will arrive at the 'Starlight Welfare Institute' in Lower City T District in twelve hours to conduct a charity event and deliver an official campaign speech."

"What you need to do is disguise yourself as a civilian, blend into that charity event, and find any means possible to get within 3 meters of Mokaka, maintaining that distance for 10 minutes, waiting for Black Burial to take effect."

"Once you've achieved this goal and confirmed that Mokaka has been affected, you can withdraw."

Saying this, Enfield wrapped an arm around Yang Qian's shoulder, lowering his voice seriously, "Complete this task, and whatever you want, the Collection Clan can provide."

"Mansions, luxury cars, women, treasures... even the most advanced genetic enhancers, we can fulfill your requirements."

"If you die, we will establish a foundation in your name to adopt at least ten orphans with IQs over 200... and gentle dispositions, allowing them to inherit your surname and care for your parents."

"But if you fail or desert..."

He changed his tone, pressing the box with the Black Needle into Yang Qian's palm, saying gravely...

"You know the rules."

"The Collection Clan will not spare any traitor, neither your perhaps existing family nor yourself, will have a good ending."

"Now, go do it."

"I believe you will be my most loyal servant."