Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"That's right, that's pretty much what I mean." Soren paused for a moment, then continued, "On the contrary, if we adopt a low-price sales strategy, we can not only quickly seize the market but also win the support of middle-class families. And those families who were originally skeptical of us, seeing our sincerity and strength, will also be willing to cooperate with us. In this way, we can not only expand our sales network but also consolidate our position in the Imperial Capital."

After hearing this, Razel's doubts gradually dissipated. He nodded, agreeing, "Your Highness Soren, your vision is indeed unique. This can both guarantee our long-term interests and enhance our strength. It's truly a win-win situation."

Soren said with a smile, "We will set the retail price at 2 grams per silver coin, while the minimum supply standard for our allies is 4 grams per silver coin. Of course, the specific price fluctuations will be left to you, Second Uncle, to negotiate with these families. I believe that with your wisdom and experience, you will be able to secure the most favorable terms for us."

Razel nodded repeatedly, a look of approval on his face. He deeply understood the profound significance and enormous potential contained in this strategy.

This move would not only bring a flood of wealth to the Harron family but also establish the family's lofty prestige in the Imperial Capital and even throughout the entire empire, making the Harron family's name resound through the heavens.

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Once the Harron family successfully implemented this strategy, they would surely rise to the ranks of the wealthiest families in the empire, on par with giants like the Underwood family, and even potentially surpass them.

More importantly, through the solid bond of the refined salt industry, the Harron family would unite a large group of like-minded families, advancing and retreating together, forming an indestructible economic alliance.

Such an alliance would gather powerful economic strength and also exert a huge influence on the political and social levels, becoming a force to be reckoned with in the empire, one that no one would dare to underestimate.

"Leave the rest to me," Razel said, patting his chest, full of confidence.

At the same time, a plan was forming in his mind. The Harron family had not shown its power for too long; some people were really treating them like sick cats.

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In the Black Cross District's Public Security Bureau, two gang leaders had already spent a long three days.

In that dark and sunless small black room, the two gang leaders, who had once dominated the scene, were initially able to maintain a semblance of composure. Perhaps they still held a glimmer of hope, believing that this was just a temporary predicament, and that there would eventually be a turnaround.

As time passed, the endless darkness and silence, like invisible sharp blades, began to quietly tear apart their will.

This confinement room was a "spiritual purgatory" tailored for them by Soren using magic.

Here, there was not a single sound, not a ray of light, as if they had been abandoned by the world, drifting alone in endless nothingness.

In this space interwoven with silence and darkness, any subtle sound became particularly jarring, and any faint touch became abnormally sensitive.

Gradually, the composure of the two gang leaders began to crumble. They either roared frantically or howled in despair, trying to break the suffocating silence with their voices and dispel the boundless darkness with their roars.

The only responses they received were the empty echoes and eternal darkness.

Their emotions collapsed in the darkness. Their former dominance and prestige became so vulnerable under this silent torment.

Soren stood quietly outside the door, his eyes as deep as an abyss, as if he could see through everything. He watched all of this coldly, knowing in his heart that this was just the beginning. He would use the darkness and silence in this confinement room to gradually wear down their will, allowing them to experience unprecedented fear and helplessness.

Only in this way would they truly submit to Soren's feet, acknowledging that in this district, he was the undisputed master.

Morley watched from the side, terrified. He had never seen such a terrifying sight. He couldn't help but cast an inquiring glance at Soren, his voice trembling slightly, "Your Highness! Why are those two acting so erratically?"

Soren glanced at him with deep eyes, a smile that was hard to fathom appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Darkness and silence are like two demon-revealing mirrors, best able to see through the truth of people's hearts. In this endless darkness, the fear and helplessness in their hearts are infinitely magnified, and an invisible magic array silently absorbs the magic power in their bodies."

"As time passes, their magic power gradually drains away, their bodies weaken day by day, and their minds become increasingly fragile in this endless darkness. This fear of approaching death gradually erases their former dominance and prestige."

Soren commanded with majesty, "Keep them locked up for another three days, providing only a bowl of thin porridge each day, so that they can deeply experience the torment of hunger and taste the flavor of despair. Let them know that here, my will, Soren's will, is the law."

These two gang bosses, as transcendents, naturally had an appetite different from ordinary people. Such harsh treatment would definitely allow them to experience the breakdown of their spirits more quickly.

Of course, if they were mid- or even high-level transcendents, they might be able to close off their six senses and enter a dormant state, which would reduce their magic power consumption. However, in this confinement room, their spirits would still be subjected to endless torment.

Morley respectfully lowered his head and replied, "Yes, Your Highness! I will personally guard them to ensure that they cannot escape."

Soren nodded, then turned and left, returning to the Wenk Manor.

As the two gang bosses were imprisoned for a longer period of time, the security situation in the Black Cross District deteriorated further.

The once orderly streets had now become chaotic, with criminal activities emerging one after another. Some even dared to storm the Public Security Bureau, attempting to rescue the two bosses.

Unfortunately, under Soren's iron-blooded methods, these lawless elements were suppressed one after another, and their corpses were hung high, swaying in the wind at the entrance of the Public Security Bureau.

Seventeen corpses, like warning signs, cautioned everyone in the district that challenging Soren's authority would come at a heavy price.

Soren knew that to eradicate the chaos in the district, he had to solve the problem from the root. He not only had to severely punish the evildoers and gang bosses but also had to make everyone understand that imperial law was sacred and inviolable, and that the power of order was indestructible.

In this Black Cross District, he, Soren, was the absolute decision-maker!