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"Go away, let me in!!!"

"Do you know who I am?! How dare you stop me, I will let you all go!"

Cyril looked at the closed gate and the two orc guards who had just carried him out, and shouted hysterically.

"I'm a doorman. I'm depressed all day long. My salary is only enough for breakfast. Love has nothing to do with me. I'm just a janitor at the door. I don't know who you are." An honest-looking orc shook his head.

Another guard took out a bag of bear biscuits out of nowhere, and ate it on his own, muttering, "I'm a guard, and I like bear biscuits."

"I..." Cyril clenched his fists, looked at the two security guards who didn't take him seriously at all, and was so angry, but there was nothing he could do.

This is Gloria's factory, and the people are also Gloria's people. He really has nothing to do with them.

"Good Gloria, I see through you. As long as I can survive this time, when I become the head of the Moulton family, I will definitely not make your family feel better!!!" Cyril went up angrily. got the carriage.

"Master, where are you going now?" the coachman asked cautiously.

Cyril sat in the carriage and thought for a long time, then said in a deep voice, "Go to Mamy's restaurant!"

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"If it is an ordinary method, rebuilding the Moulton family's textile system is something that even my grandfather can't do, let alone an inexperienced person like me." Gloria shook her head with a smile, "I put the The purpose of shutting down and selling all production-related industries such as spinning and weaving is to turn the Moulton family's textile industry into an asset-light industry. The sales network that has been in operation for decades is the most valuable part of the entire industrial chain , which is why I keep the core sales teams everywhere.”

"But if the production lines are all closed, we will have nothing to sell, and the sales network will become useless at first?" Mars asked.

"Mr. McGonagall's textile factory has been in operation for a while. I went to inspect it a few days ago. The annual output is more than all the textile workshops in our family combined, and the quality of the cloth released is also better." Gloria smiled.

"Are you planning to cooperate with Mr. McGonagall? Use our sales channels to help him sell cloth?" Mars looked surprised.

He has known about the cooperation between Gloria and Mag for a long time, and has personally communicated with Mr. McGonagall several times, and was impressed by his wisdom and unique business insights. If you delay, you may become a more powerful business wizard than Hill Buffett.

As the clothing designer, Mr. McGonagall definitely owes a great deal to Dailan for growing into the number one brand of women's clothing in Chaos City so quickly.

But I didn't expect Mr. McGonagall to enter the textile industry so quickly, and the new factory has only been in operation for a short time, and it has already reached the production capacity of all the textile workshops of the Moulton family?

"Yes, Mr. McGonagall will deliver the high-quality cloth to us at a price lower than the market price, and then sell it to all over the world through our channels." Gloria nodded.

"What is the price roughly?" Mars asked, he was a little worried that Gloria, who had just taken over the textile industry not long ago, stepped on a pit.

"Thirty percent lower than the cost price of our own workshop in the Ross Empire."

"Thirty percent!!!" Mars' voice suddenly rose,

He stopped and looked at Gloria in disbelief, "You mean 30% lower than the cost price, not the sales price?"

"Yes, it's 30% lower than the cost price, and Mr. McGonagall also said that if we can provide them with low-priced high-quality cotton, the price can be reduced by another 10%." Gloria smiled and nodded.

"So you kept all the cotton-growing farms, allocated funds for them to buy land, and asked them to grow the highest quality cotton uniformly." Mars suddenly looked at Gloria with a surprised expression, "I didn't expect Miss You and Mr. McGonagall have reached such an important cooperation, if we can get high-quality cloth and cotton yarn at such a low price, then we can gain a great competitive advantage in the global market by virtue of the price."

Gloria nodded and said: "Mr. McGonagall has given such preferential treatment, but he also made a request. I will jointly invest in the establishment of a cloth brand with him, and share the brand and profits."

"This request is not too much." Mars nodded. With such a low price, it would not be difficult for McGonagall to develop the market by himself, but it would just take some time.

He chose to cooperate with Gloria, and showed such sincerity, jointly established a brand, and jointly held funds, the cooperation will become closer.

"After the stores of several of our brands are cleared and closed, we can start to distribute new brands. This time, we will not open thousands of stores. We will open large stores and sell them at low prices. , increase sales while reducing labor costs." Gloria smiled and said: "Mr. McGonagall said that as long as our sales can keep up, his production can be doubled at any time."

"Mr. McGonagall is really a genius." Mars is more than amazed. The Moulton family has been studying costs and increasing production that have not been able to be reduced for decades. It is as simple as playing house with McGonagall. .

"Mr. McGonagall and I agreed on the first delivery time at the beginning of next month. Before that, we need to gather a sum of money and make sure that our sales team is ready for a new brand." Gloria Looking at Mars, "Can we turn the textile industry into a profit within three months, in one fell swoop."

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"Mr. McGonagall, please, please help me..."

Mag opened the door, looking at Cyril, who bowed and pleaded, a little dazed.

No, this second young master of the Moulton family, who has always had his nostrils upturned, doesn't look straight at people, and repeatedly slaps him at the annual meeting of the chamber of commerce, what cramp did he have today?

"Did I recognize the wrong person?" Mag tried to ask.

"No, I'm Cyril, the Cyril you know." Cyril shook his head quickly, looked at Mag with a sad face and said, "Mr. McGonagall, I'm here to ask you for help today."

"Do you think I might help you?" McGonagall asked, rolling her eyes.

"Forehead……"

Cyril, who had been brewing emotions for a long time and prepared to speak, suddenly choked, and stared at Mag, this is not playing according to the routine!

How can someone talk like this? Does this stop people from talking? !

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