Chapter 1660 - I’m Just A Silly Doorman

Chapter 1660: I’m Just A Silly Doorman

“Get lost. Let me go in!!!”
“Do you know who I am?! How dare you stop me? I’m going to fire all of you!”
Cyril glared at the tightly shut doors and the two orc guards who escorted him out as he screamed hysterically.
The honest-looking orc shook his head. “I’m just a doorman who is sad every day. My wages are only enough for breakfast, and love has nothing to do with me. I’m just a silly doorman, and I don’t know who you are.”
The other doorman took out a bag of teddy biscuits out of nowhere, and began munching as he murmured, “I am a doorman who loves to eat teddy biscuits.”
“I…” Cyril clenched his fists as he stared at the two security officers who didn’t give a damn about him. He was so furious, yet there was nothing he could do.
This was Gloria’s factory, and they were Gloria’s people. He indeed couldn’t do anything to them.
“Alright, Gloria. I have finally seen through you. I’m definitely not going to let your family have any good time if I survive this ordeal and become the head of the Moreton Family!!!” Cyril got into his carriage in a huff.
The coachman gingerly asked, “Young Master, where do we go now?”
Cyril scratched his head in the carriage for a long time before he gravely said, “To Mamy Restaurant!”
***
“If an ordinary solution is used to rebuild the Moreton Family’s textile systems, how am I, an inexperienced person, going to succeed when even Grandfather has failed.” Gloria shook her head with a smile. “The objective of shutting down and selling all the weaving and spinning businesses is to make the Moreton Family’s textile business into an asset-light business. The sales network that has been operating for decades is the valuable part in the entire industrial chain. This is also why I kept the core sales in all the cities.”
Mars responded, “However, we will have nothing to sell if we close all the production lines. Won’t the sales network become useless then?”
Gloria smiled. “Mr. Mag’s textile factory has been up and running for some time. I went to inspect it a few days ago. Its annual output is even higher than that of all our weaving workshops combined, and its fabric quality is much better.”
“Are you planning to work with Mr. Mag? Are we going to use our sales channels to help him sell fabrics?” Mars looked very shocked.
He had known about Gloria and Mag’s collaboration for a long time, and had even interacted with Mr. Mag a few times. He was very impressed by the latter’s wisdom and unique business insights. Mars even thought that Mag would have been a greater business prodigy than Scheer Buffett if he hadn’t been held back by cooking.
Mr. Mag, who was their fashion designer, definitely deserved the most credit for Blue Suede’s rapid rise as the number one female apparel brand in Chaos City.
However, he didn’t expect Mr. Mag to venture in the textile industry so quickly. Furthermore, the new factory had already achieved the combined output of all the Moreton Family’s weaving workshops?
“Yes. Mr. Mag will sell the high-quality fabrics to us at a price that is lower than the market price, and then we will sell them all over the world with our sales channels.” Gloria nodded.
“What is that price approximately?” Mars pursued. He was worried that Gloria, who had just taken over the textile business, had stepped into a trap.
“It’s 30% lower than the cost price of our factories in the Roth Empire.”
“30%!!!” Mars screeched. He halted and stared at Gloria in disbelief. “You are saying it’s 30% lower than the cost price, and not the sales price?”
Gloria nodded with a smile. “Yes. It’s 30% lower than the cost price. Furthermore, Mr. Mag said that if we could supply them with high quality cotton at a low price, he could even forgo another 10% of the price.”
“Thus, you kept all the farms that grow the cotton. You gave them the funds to buy more land, and asked them all to plant the best cotton plants.” Mars was enlightened, and he said to Gloria with amazement, “I didn’t know that Young Mistress has already made begun an important collaboration with Mr. Mag. If we can get high-quality fabrics and cotton yarn at such a low price, then we will gain a huge competitive advantage in every market in the world with the price.”
Gloria nodded. “Mr. Mag made a request while giving us such a good discount. He and I will both invest and set up a fabric brand. We will share this brand and its profits.”
“This is a reasonable request.” Mars nodded. With a low price, it would not be difficult if Mag decided to break into the market himself. He simply needed some time.
He’d chosen to collaborate with Gloria, and had shown such sincerity by setting up a brand and investing in it together; their collaboration would also be so much more closely knitted.
“After we clear and close all the shops of the brands under our umbrella, we can start to plan how to distribute the goods for the new brand. We are not going to set up too many stores this time round. We will only open big stores, and promote our products with their low price so we can lower the cost of our manpower while increasing our sales volume.” Gloria chuckled. “Mr. Mag said that as long as we can make the sales, he could double his output anytime.”
“Mr. Mag is really a genius.” Mars was already more than amazed with him. The Moretons had been trying to lower the cost and increase the output for decades to no avail, but it became as easy as child’s play with Mag.
“Mr. Mag and I have agreed to hand over the goods early next month. Before that, we will need to come up with the funds, and make sure that our sales teams are ready to market the new brand.” Gloria looked at Mars. “Whether we can turn the textile business’ losses into profits within three months will all depend on this.”
***
“Mr. Mag, help me. Please help me…”
When Mag opened the door, he was stunned to see Cyril bowing and pleading earnestly.
Something was not right. What was wrong with this Moreton Family’s second young master who always looked down on Mag, and insulted the latter in the Chamber of Commerce’s annual meetings?
“Did I get the wrong person?” Mag tried to ask.
“No, you didn’t. I’m Cyril. The Cyril that you know.” Cyril quickly shook his head, and cried to Mr. Mag, “Mr. Mag, I came to ask you for help today.”
Mag rolled his eyes, and asked, “Do you really think that I will help you?”
“Errrr…”
Cyril, who had been building up his emotions, suddenly choked on the words that he had prepared to say as he stared at Mag. Hey, the other party wasn’t playing by the rules!
Why did he speak like that? He wasn’t giving Cyril a chance to talk at all!