The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 818 - 263: To Make Money from the Kings of Hustle, You Have to Hustle Like Hell

"Alright!" The [Tomb Chef God] hurriedly ran over after slicing up the magical lion beef and tossed the plate onto the table.

Right next to him, a Hell Dwarf who seemed to have had too much to drink was about to stick his head into the pot instead of using a spoon, which scared him into quickly pulling the guy back.

"Hey! This is for cooking food, not for cooking yourself!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, a goblin boss who spent a fortune on a bowl of bone broth was carefully dipping his spoon into the milky white pot. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he scooped out a few pieces of bone with meat from the bottom.

He looked overjoyed, as if he had struck gold, and shouted loudly.

"Ga ga ga! This pot is such a bargain! You can scoop out several bones from it!"

In truth, he had only scooped out one bone, which was leftover after removing the meat, and there wasn't much meat left on it.

But hearing his loud boasting, the other goblins got excited, and they all abandoned their five Kelas clear water pots, turning to embrace the bone broth pot priced four times higher!

A pot costing twenty Kelas has meat in it?

Is this shop doing charity?

This is too not business-like!

The Hell Dwarves couldn't stop praising the lava-like burning sensation of the chili pot, while the goblins were keen on getting a bargain and playing surprise packages.

Both sides found their own joy, and for a moment, everyone was harmoniously having a blast!

For a while, "Undergrave Dip" was booming with business! The line even stretched from the street to the end of the alley!

Staring at the increasingly complex clear broth, the [Tomb Chef God] gulped an imaginary saliva.

"Damn, these guys turned our hot pot into army stew."

Because those goblins refused to switch tables to save five Kelas, they used a relay strategy, taking turns to eat, which made the broth's color become stranger and stranger.

Of course, since water and fuel were charged, someone still had to pay, and it was even more expensive than normal table turnovers.

Different NPC cultures on different servers, so he couldn't say much.

[Ash Descends] patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"Don't be so sour, at least army stew has sausages. If they keep eating like this, I'm afraid they'll scoop out a goblin finger from the pot..."

Greedy Sword God: "Ugh—!"

Ash Descends: "Damn, the customers didn't even puke, and you, the shop owner, did?"

Tomb Chef God: "Stop pretending. You, as an undead, can't even puke, get back to serving customers!"

In just one night, the three little players made back all the money they lost in the previous two days.

And unlike their past failures, this time they didn't face the setback they encountered with skewers.

The tavern owners at Black Wind Castle were indeed unscrupulous. Jealous of the hot pot shop's profits, they tried to introduce something similar in their own establishments and couldn't replicate it, so they named it—Hell Dwarf Hot Pot.

However, this time they stumbled.

The emergence of hot pot didn't create the expected magical effect with beer like barbecues did; instead, it caused a significant drop in turnover rates. The increased revenue was entirely deducted from the profits of drinks and skewers, and they actually ended up losing money.

After all, the profit margin on beer is much higher than those foods, and the dwarves, who couldn't afford spirits, directly drank the spicy broth from the pot, nearly bankrupting these taverns that spent a fortune introducing a new menu.

In Demon City, chili is considered a spice, something only available in human territories.

Players can transport it from the Great Graveyard via Teleportation Array, but those tavern owners don't have it so easy. While they can buy it from players, the cost can't compete with the players' own hot pot stalls.

The troubles didn't end there.

Because of the goblins' habit of being thrifty, as soon as they brought hot pot into the taverns, they turned the broth into something like Magic Potion, emitting an unbearable stench.

The whole tavern was made chaotic, and not even the lenient goblins could stand it.

In a place like Black Wind Castle, running such a business means it must be conducted in a ventilated area, or simply put, without a roof.

Therefore, these hot pot items practically became the exclusive business of these three little players, with seemingly no-barrier things actually having seventeen or eighteen hidden barriers.

The local goblins and Hell Dwarves racked their brains, tried different methods, and couldn't break in. In the end, they only made a few variants that didn't really resemble anything.

Such as lava grilled meat aimed at Dwarves, and Goblin stew pot aimed at goblins.

And at this moment, the value of brand effect became evident.

Almost every imitator would receive this customer evaluation—

"It doesn't feel as good as Undergrave Dip."

This was true.

Even if it was exactly the same thing, the spice of nostalgia makes it unique... not to mention they haven't even copied it to a 1:1 accuracy.

As a result, the business of authentic hot pots became monopolized by these players.

However—

This doesn't mean their entrepreneurial journey was all smooth sailing.

Just as they were basking in the joy of their hot pot's great sales, a new problem arose in front of them.

"Damn it... why didn't I think of this earlier, chili is a damn spice, we go through so much trouble to earn money selling hot pots, we might as well just hand-carry and sell chili directly in the market!"

[Ash Descends] did the math and suddenly realized this blind spot: processing the goods they brought in and selling them didn't make as much money as directly selling the raw materials!