Chapter 419 419 The Goal

Chapter 419 419 The Goal

"Do you not see how it is affecting everyone around you? This isn't going to end well. We are barely managing to pay our workers and we are making less and less money." Bruce said to him.

"That isn't going to be. A problem. The main thing is to focus on making sure that we are able to sell the sugar." He said to him.

Bruce shook his head at him in response. "That is the thing we aren't able to sell our sugar because most of the people are buying from Davis and Brown. They don't seem to care that we have significantly lowered our prices. That is not a problem for them. They want theirs. So what do you think we are supposed to do now. Yes we are making sugar but what does it matter when no one is wanting to buy it." He cried out.

Zach remained calm as he shrugged his shoulders at him in response. "well then we are going to have to keep the sugar in storage. It is as simple as that." Her said to him calmly.

"What do you mean that we are going to just have to keep it in storage." Bruce asked with a narrowed brow. "Well sugar has a long shelf life which means nothing will happen to it if we keep it stored."

Bruce was confused by how calm he was however he chose not to say that out loud to him.

"You see you don't have anything for you to worry about. Everything is going to be fine." He said to him calmly as he brushed off his words.

Bruce however narrowed his eyes and he knew for a fact that she shouldn't have been that calm.

Everything seemed to be falling apart around them and if there was anyone else that was in their position they would be freaking out. And so it left him unnerved by how calm he was.This content has its origins in n0v£lbin★

He guessed that there had to haver been something that he wasn't telling him because it seemed that there was something that wasn't adding up.

Zach must have been able to come up with as solution or along term plan and he knew for sure that it had nothing to do with keeping the sugar on the shelf.

"What exactly are you planning." He asked Zach as he turned to look over at him with a raised eyebrow. Zach let out a sigh form his lips as he shook his head at him.

"I don't know what you are talking about. There really is nothing." He said to him adamantly.

However Bruce wasn't entirely convinced. Although he knew better than to judge or to try and push him any further.

"I guess that I will just have to believe you." Bruce muttered and Zach hummed nodding his head at him in response.

Although he knew that he could trust Bruce and he could tell him about his plan, he could never fully tell who it was that was listening in and so he had to keep everything to himself.

If he wanted his plan to succeed then hie would have to do it on his own.

The best way for him to get things done was for him to do things on his own and not try to get others involved in his matters.

Under the shroud of the night, Zach silently approached the side entrance of his mansion, intending to rendezvous with the elusive figure he hadn't encountered in a long time.

The passage of time seemed deceptive, for it felt as though he had departed Elizabeth City only recently. However, the events that transpired in the interim had reshaped his outlook, causing him to perceive the world through a different lens.

Bruce kept trying to remind him to be mindful of the people all around. They couldn't be one hundred percent sure that there was no spy around them. Therefore, when leaving the Smith family residence, none of them was accompanied by any guards.

Given his current situation, Zach couldn't put his trust in a lot of people. There were only a few people who would be willing to stand with him regardless of the gains or losses.

He was going to meet one such person who also had the capability to withstand some of the pressure from the royal family with his help.

Zach carefully muffled his footsteps, navigating the city's nocturnal silence with calculated precision. He moved swiftly until he found himself in a secluded corner, where the usual bustle of urban life faded into an eerie quiet.

Here, the city seemed transformed into a ghost town, its streets echoing with the absence of human presence, like transparent ghosts haunting the deserted landscape.

The shadows cast by the moon played tricks on the surroundings, creating an otherworldly atmosphere as Zach continued his journey through the spectral stillness of the night.

With a clear destination in mind, Zach stepped into a crumbling building that seemed to teeter on the brink of collapse.

The structure bore the appearance of an inn abandoned by the destitute and overlooked by the affluent. It occupied a realm where the poor couldn't afford its services, and the wealthy dismissed it without a second thought.

This desolate inn, with its decaying facade, served as an ideal setting for a covert meeting, away from prying eyes and hidden from the notice of those who might question clandestine dealings.

Thrilled at the prospect of unexpected business, the inn's owner readily agreed to lease the entire establishment once Bruce conveyed Zach's intentions.

In a place where customers were a rarity, this sudden opportunity to reserve the entire space for the night felt like a providential boon to the owner.

The heavens seemed to smile upon him as Zach's request promised an unusual windfall for the neglected establishment.

The inn's owner relented to the proposition after Bruce generously offered to pay the rent for all the rooms for the night, sweetening the deal with a little extra compensation for the inconvenience caused.

The sum, though considered substantial by the owner, was a mere trifle for Bruce, who found himself swimming in wealth ever since the sugar business began to flourish.

As Zach stepped into the inn, an eerie feeling enveloped him, reminiscent of the haunted houses he used to explore for amusement in his previous world. The atmosphere was equally creepy, with an air of neglect and decay hanging over the establishment, amplifying the sense of desolation.

The inn stood like a ghost from a forgotten era, its weary façade resembling a haunted mansion abandoned by time.