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Chapter 615
~~ Chapter 0615 For ordinary people, even experienced salesmen, the idea of handling millions of tons of metal ore in a short time seemed like something out of a fairy tale.
However, Alexander was no ordinary person.
He stood on equal footing with the ruler of the Wyverna, renowned as the Lord of the Temple of War, the undefeated supreme warrior of the present era.
"Walbeer family? Hah!" Exiting the general manager's office, Alexander closed the door behind him with a backward glance and a faint smile. He then briskly walked to the corridor's ventilation window, took out his phone from his pocket, and composed two text messages in succession.
The first one read, [The quality of Wafford Mining Corporation is excellent and can meet the military's needs. The five major military zones of Wyverna plan to discuss
procurement with the Wafford Mining Corporation Business Department.] The recipient was none other than the ruler of Wyverna.
The second one read, [At the Ninth Mining Zone of Wafford Mining Corporation, a new discovery of high-purity graphite ore has been made. Our department immediately dispatched a procurement team to contact the Wafford Mining Business Department for a large-scale purchase of raw ore, to be used in high-precision military chip production] The recipient was the Rear Logistics Chief of the Temple of War, the Duke of War Juno Karson.
After sending the two messages, Alexander pocketed his phone, glanced in the direction of Sullivan Town through the ventilation window, and a smile slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth.
Cutting off Wafford Mining Corporation's sales channels—was this the Walbeer family's move? Unfortunately, they probably could not even
dream that standing before them was not some weak and submissive man, but a true top figure. He was the unparalleled Lord of the Temple of War.
Time flew by unnoticed.
Since the establishment of the Northwest Mining Alliance, the blockade measures against Wafford Mining Corporation became increasingly severe. The number of mineral transport vehicles in Pearson Town decreased visibly at an alarming rate.
During its peak, Pearson Town had almost over 10000 transport trips per day. Now, the number barely exceeded twenty vehicles entering and leaving Wafford Mining Corporation, making it virtually deserted.
"Haha!" In Sullivan Town, within the Walbeer family Group building, Jonathan sat in his revolving executive chair, looking at the intelligence sent back by his subordinates with a smug expression.
"Alexander was boasting, wasn't he? Amber was being stubborn, wasn't she? And now, what? "Now, their mineral inventory is severely piled up, sales have plummeted to rock bottom in an instant, and their liquidity has stopped flowing. They can only rely on the new Chesire family Group to fill the gap! "They're losing more each passing day. How long can New Chesire Group hold on? In less than a week, they'll obediently hand over the graphite ore to me!" He was full of confidence.
The facts proved that the Walbeer family would always reign supreme in the Northwest.
Even if the emerging Chesire family Group dominated the healthcare and cosmetics industries, they were nowhere near comparable to the Walbeer family in terms of mineral resources.
"Oh, no!" As preparations were underway for the
celebratory banquet, the office door was forcefully pushed open from the outside.
Tiego, limping and looking frantic, burst in, his face filled with alarm.
"I just received news," he exclaimed, "there's a new client over at Wafford Mining Corporation! "Their salespeople are in face-to-face I negotiations, they've clinched an order for over two million tons on the spot, and...
There's more. The graphite mine has officially started production, and new clients have reached out wanting to secure all their I graphite!” "What?!" Jonathan was shaken to the core, staring at Tiego in disbelief. "Say that again!" "It's true!" Tiego was on the verge of tears. " Our people sent me a short video. Dozens of large cargo planes are lined up, ready to transport the ore today! "Cargo planes, not trucks—massive transport planes capable of carrying over a hundred thousand tons each! These clients have huge appetites, and I have no idea where they've
come from!" Clients who could deploy such large transport planes were rare, hardly ten in all of Wyverna.
"How did Wafford Mining Corporation manage to contact clients like these? It's impossible, absolutely impossible!" Jonathan clenched and unclenched his fists, his teeth grinding audibly. "Our Walbeer family has been operating in the Northwest for over twenty years, and we've never encountered such massive mining clients!" "Customers of this caliber, just knowing one could elevate the Walbeer family's status further, even potentially making us one of the nation's top aristocratic families!" ‘Alexander, Amber..." Jonathan turned, swiftly exiting the office. As he dashed toward the elevator, he pulled out his phone from his pocket. He quickly dialed a number.
"Arrange vehicles, have all the personnel from the business department mobilize, and come with me to Pearson Town, fast!" The entire Walbeer Group's business
department, from managers to salespeople, over 100 in total, drove out of Sullivan Town in more than 20 business vehicles, heading swiftly toward Pearson Town.
"Jonathan?" Tiego and Jonathan sat in the back of the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, their faces tense. "Why are we going to Pearson Town? With such big clients coming to us, Alexander and Amber must be feeling pleased. Won't we just end up embarrassed if we go over?" Pleased? Alexander and Amber were far too pleased too soon! ‘They might be powerful, but the Walbeer family reigns supreme in the Northwest!" Jonathan lit a cigar, his eyes fixed on the direction of Pearson Town, a hint of ferocity growing in his gaze. "So what if they're big clients? The bigger, the better! "If they're clients, they're here for the ore. What the Walbeer family lacks the least is ore! 'If Alexander and Amber think they can easily sell off the ore, they're mistaken! Let's go now
and snatch all those clients away from them!”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.