All these outputs will continuously nourish Weilu City as a source of sustenance.

Although the sales are quick, Lear still reminded Blando.

"Our equipment production is limited, it's best to maintain a certain quantity for sale every day."

"Controlling quantities is key."

"Don't sell out for a few days and then have a long time with no stock."

"While selling equipment, our store can also sell other items."

"Equipment can earn us profit, why can't other things? Don't disdain ordinary profit after tasting high returns."

"If managed properly, equipment can be used as a tool to attract customers, driving sales of other merchandise simultaneously."

Blando froze for a moment upon hearing this, and felt somewhat ashamed when he came to his senses.

"Sir, I was blinded by the high profits... lost my rationality."

"This is a judgment I should have made myself... "

Anyone would go crazy in a transaction where selling a single piece of equipment yields hundreds of pure gold coins in profit.

High returns can consume the heart.

Lear waved his hand.

"In the future, Weilu City will have other outputs... don't turn our shop into a place selling only one type of product."

Dragon Blood Red Fish, a terrestrial delicacy, is being mass-cultivated and can definitely become a second major product.

Moreover, as long as the Venus Flytrap continues to be expanded for cultivation, it can also become a pillar industry.

These are all highly profitable goods.

Even if the profit earned isn't as substantial as equipment trade, it's still far beyond ordinary goods.

Blando straightened his back.

"Your will is above all! The White Crow Commerce Association will resolutely execute all your arrangements!"

Lear waved his hand, not saying much more on this topic, and then changed the subject.

"Send someone to the Second District to find the third shop's address... tomorrow morning, before eight, we have to get there."

Make thorough preparations first, to avoid embarrassment if you can't find the way when the time comes.

Blando nodded, immediately arranging for someone to go.

A night in silence, the next day, November 4.

In the darkness before dawn, Lear had already risen.

He simultaneously awakened Blando, took several nimble young members of the commerce association, and set off directly to the Second District.

The First to Fifth Districts are very close to the center of Lorand City, where residents are either rich or noble.

Even though dawn hadn't arrived, guards were still densely present on the roads.

In stark contrast to the Seventh District where a patrol wasn't seen for half a day.

Encountering several rounds of checks along the way, Lear directly had Blando present the Bruno Clan's token.

This Marquis Clan held considerable sway in the military, and after guards verified the authenticity, they let them pass immediately.

The third shop...

Lear looked at the empty street, unable to decipher the specific layout.

"Where's the third shop?"

Blando replied quickly.

"The two outermost streets are the shop congregated areas, entering within is the residential area... the third shop is to your east."

Lear nodded, letting him lead the way.

In no time, they stopped in front of a shop with tightly shut doors.

Above it hung the shop's name, along with a marking of number 3.

They've arrived!

Lear felt a slight joy in his heart.

He turned to look at the personnel beside him.

"Scatter around... after 7:50, strictly prohibit strangers from approaching, hold onto the Bruno Clan's heraldic token."

"Yes!"

The group dispersed and began to stand guard around.

Lear stood at the shop's entrance, waiting as time slipped away...

Gradually, the sky brightened, light pierced through the clouds, and an orange fireball slowly rose from the other side of the city.

The entire Lorand City was draped in a layer of fiery red veil.

Figures started appearing on the streets, and the city gradually awakened.

Time gradually approached eight, several members of the commerce association began stopping passersby.

This area is non-rich non-noble, few possess good temperaments.

But Blando gritted his teeth, relying on the heraldic token in his hand, withstood the pressure and forcefully held them back.

Additionally, under the deterrence of the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King, a few pedestrians of evidently unusual statuses refrained from anger and turned away.

Yet they didn't go far, immediately seeking out guards...

With Blando filled with anxious anticipation, time finally struck the hour.

At that moment, space in front of Lear stirred with a ripple, revealing a shadow of which the specific appearance was unclear.

Simultaneously, a unique aura made his heart race.

In his mind, the Swamp Divine Format emitted a brilliant glow.

Is this... the aura of a Divine Spirit?!

Damn, didn't the gods say they wouldn't manifest easily? How come he always encounters these beings wherever he goes...

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