Chương 141: You are not allowed to do business without Master Tiger's permission.

The reception room on the second floor of the Xinya Street Church.

Jenny and her cat Coco sat behind the table, organizing a large number of contract documents.

Over the past week, businessmen have been breaking up business agreements one after another.

Even if it means paying a hefty penalty for breach of contract, we will terminate the contract with the Roland Group.

Now, Roland's Krabby Patties are not selling, and the import channels for raw materials such as flour have been cut off, plunging the company into a double predicament.

Therefore, the atmosphere around the two of them was quite heavy.

At that moment, Coco the cat twitched its nose.

The air still faintly carried the scent of their own kind, the scent of the merchants who had just come to terminate their contracts.

She angrily cursed out.

"Damn it, this grain merchant also has the lingering scent of beast girls in heat on him."

"Half of these guys who terminated their contracts went to the 7 PM opening! It must have been that tiger Bizan who ordered them to do it!"

Jenny remained silent.

Everyone already knows this without Coco Cat saying it.

Because the other party did not attempt to conceal anything at all.

Tiger Skin Noble, which opened at seven o'clock, led by Bizan, intends to isolate the entire Roland Group and force Roland to submit.

Jenny sighed in distress and picked up the contract.

"Miss Cat Coco, please continue tidying up."

"I'll take these contracts up to Miss Roland first."

……

Office on the third floor of the church.

Roland had received the contract from Jenny, but simply set it aside.

Before her, the succubus who managed Pink Harbor was reporting on the situation.

"Miss Roland, our customer traffic growth has slowed down, and there are even signs of stagnation."

"What's the reason?"

"It's this one."

The succubus took out a stack of photos and placed them in front of Roland.

These were all filmed by people hired by the succubi.

These days, it's difficult for succubi to sneak in when the store opens at 7 PM, so the cost is quite high.

Roland picked up the photo and examined it.

In the scene, a cat-eared girl wearing extremely revealing armor holds a prop sword and plays the role of a defeated female knight.

Besides these, other photos include a down-on-her-luck rabbit princess, a strict wolf girl teacher, and a variety of other subjects.

It not only completely copied Roland's ideas.

Moreover, and crucially, the portrayal of these animal girls is remarkably accurate.

Although you can still see some awkwardness and reluctance, it's good enough as a meal replacement.

Roland looked through the photos in her hand and asked in confusion.

"Beast girls aren't succubi, how did they learn so quickly? Acting skills aren't so easy to train."

The succubus shook her head.

"We don't know for sure, but there's no doubt that the orcs have narrowed the gap with our Pink Harbor."

"Although the experience is a level behind, it opens at seven o'clock and is now the leisure center for the capital's nobility. In terms of location and size, we have no chance of winning."

Roland stretched her tail onto her legs, pinching the soft fur and musing.

"That's still not right. The charm of a succubus completely overwhelms that of a beast-eared girl."

"Nobles are extremely concerned about their image, and this kind of plagiarism should not affect us in a short period of time."

"Miss Roland, you are right, but we can no longer gather more specific information. Money cannot buy off nobles."

Upon hearing this, Roland was also somewhat at a loss.

Ultimately, she could only offer various novel solutions based on her knowledge of Earth.

The true experts in the pink industry are the hungry succubi.

Now even the succubi are confused, and little Loran is truly at a loss.

She could only ask the question.

"How is Pink Harbor operating now?"

The great succubus understood Roland's concerns and smiled.

"Miss Roland, you don't need to worry too much. Our growth trend has just slowed down."

"The sisters won't go hungry anymore, and everyone is quite satisfied."

She paused, then said apologetically.

"It means your dividends may be reduced during this period. Manager Salia went too far with the expansion, and our cash flow has become a bit unstable."

……

After reporting the situation, the succubus swayed her voluptuous hips and left the office.

Before leaving, she gave Roland a subtle wink and brushed Roland's thigh with her heart-shaped tail.

It can only be said that coveting beautiful girls is a long-standing tradition of succubi, and Roland is getting used to it.

As soon as the succubus closed the door, Nightingale opened it again and came in.

As a highly concentrated capitalist warrior, the dark-skinned elf's expression was extremely solemn.

She walked to Roland's side, and even Roland's black silk-clad feet swaying in mid-air could no longer distract her.

"Miss Roland, should we consider layoffs?"

"Layoffs?"

"yes."

"Our market is shrinking, raw materials are hard to import, factory workers have no orders, and delivery drivers have no goods to deliver."

"Making so many employees is a complete loss."

Nightingale looked heartbroken and didn't even dare to look at the financial report.

She was afraid that if she saw it, she would faint on the spot.

The only thing you can do is try to persuade them with a tone of disappointment and frustration.

"Miss Roland, you've spent so much money building greenhouses, hot water workshops, and staff dormitories."

"In the end, you didn't earn many gold coins, and now you're even losing money, not even recovering your costs. I feel so sorry for you!"

Roland was embarrassed.

The nightingale's words make a lot of sense.

Most buildings such as greenhouses and factories are constructed by hiring magical construction teams and using alchemical materials, making them quite expensive.

It's fair to say that if it weren't for the 120, 000 gold coins Elizabeth gave her when she stole the recipe, she would have gone bankrupt long ago.

However... layoffs are definitely out of the question.

The group of people she now has are all powerful sources of faith.

Roland rejected Nightingale's layoff proposal and smiled.

"Don't worry about the Krusty Krab factory."

"Once the first batch of crops in the greenhouse is harvested, we will have access to cheaper raw materials, and the spicy snack factory will be able to go into operation."

"When the time comes, any surplus staff will be reassigned to make snacks."

Looking out the floor-to-ceiling window at the now-silent Krusty Krab factory, her voice grew slightly more forceful.

"The decline in Krabby Patty sales was within my expectations, given the availability of alternatives on the market."

"But low-cost condiments and snacks have never existed in this world before. How can a tiger that only sells addictive drugs and piss compete with me?"

The nightingale's expression relaxed slightly after hearing Roland's rosy promise.

However, she didn't know that Ms. Tree still had some concerns about the pile of seeds she was working on.

"Miss Roland, is it really possible that our greenhouse yields will be that high? It's winter now."

"Don't worry, the output will definitely surprise you."

Roland instinctively patted her chest and assured him that it would be just like it was on Earth.

But now that she's a cow-fox girl, a few slaps from her can cause towering waves to surge back and forth.

The nightingale feigned composure, but her gaze had already drifted to the soft, bouncy rabbit.

"Miss Roland, there's... there's one more question."

"Are we really just going to keep our employees on hand and foot until the crops are harvested in the greenhouse?"

Roland's expression turned slightly serious; this was indeed a problem.

The succubi are currently facing financial difficulties, and Elizabeth's potion market is saturated, leading to a decrease in dividends.

We need to find a way to reduce spending and keep more savings.

As for how to do it, Roland actually has a well-developed idea.

However, this idea would be met with fierce resistance on Earth.

She gestured for the nightingale to lower its head and began to whisper in the dark elf's ear.

"Regarding the problem you mentioned, I have a rather unethical solution: first do this... then do that..."

As the nightingale listened to Roland's story, her eyes widened, and finally her little mouth opened in surprise.

She straightened up and couldn't help but look Roland up and down again.

"Miss Roland, I never expected her to be like this!"