A pot of black tea was brewing on a small stove, and the warm winter sun shone down. Meg leaned comfortably on the wooden chair and looked at Gloria with a smile. "Miss Gloria, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's like this. Because of my family, I'm still a director of the Aden Chamber of Commerce. But two days ago, my grandfather suddenly came to me and said that my uncle Cyril wants to remove me at the end of the year celebration in a few days. He's already contacted a lot of directors.
Although I don't care about this so-called director position, my grandfather said that if I can't keep the director position with my own ability, then I'll be eliminated from the list of candidates. And if I can stay, the part of the family business that was previously allocated to me will become my permanent property.
What do you think I should do? "Gloria looked at Meg helplessly.
"This is really a drama about the rich and powerful." Meg sighed in his heart. Although he was born into a rich and powerful family in his previous life, because he was the only child, there was no drama about fighting for family property.
Because of the Aden Chamber of Commerce, other than Gloria, Meg didn't have a good impression of Family Moreton. The powerful president and Liu Adou Cyril, who couldn't afford to pay, weren't good people in his eyes.
In the beginning, he made a great ambition to overthrow the Aden Chamber of Commerce and reset those unequal rules.
Young Mistress Scheer was one of the chess pieces that he had invested in this game, while Young Mistress Gloria, who was gradually showing her talent in business, and was starting to test for the right to inherit the Moreton Family, was his second backup.
Of course, when he decided to help Gloria, he didn't think too much about it. He just thought of it as a little help to a friend and an angel investor.
Now, Suede Clothing was developing rapidly. Under Meg's suggestion, the production line was improving day by day. The low efficiency of individual labor was evolving to the efficient division of labor and the assembly line. The productivity was also increasing. They had obtained a piece of land in the north of the city and were preparing to build a new garment factory.
Gloria's talent and judgment in business operations won Meg's admiration. However, she was a little immature when it came to handling daily affairs.
"Judging from the change in your grandfather's attitude, there should be some changes in his views regarding the successor. If you can complete this mission, perhaps you can truly compete with your uncle on the same level as him.
However, since he dared to bring this matter up directly with your grandfather, he must have contacted many of the directors who can vote. Moreover, he has been the sole heir of Family Moreton for many years. There should be more people who think that he will become the Family Moreton's successor.
Therefore, there's not much point in persuading the directors now. Your grandfather may be able to influence some of the directors and make them stand on the same level. However, in just a few days, you won't be able to produce results that will convince the directors. "Meg analyzed.
"Then what should I do?" Gloria stared at Meg and asked. It was because of this that she felt helpless and came to see Meg.
"Perhaps you can go and see Miss Hill. There are four major families in the Aden Chamber of Commerce. Other than Family Moreton, the Buffett family is the most powerful family. If she can stand on your side, perhaps the result will be different." Meg said.
"Miss Hill?" Gloria was slightly surprised. She shook her head and said, "Miss Hill is on bad terms with my grandfather because of the election. She definitely won't stand on my side."
"How do you know if you don't try?" Meg said with a smile as he poured a cup of black tea and placed it in front of Gloria.
Gloria looked at Meg's encouraging eyes. After a moment of silence, she nodded hard and said, "Yes, I will try. Even if I fail, I have to at least give it a try."
After drinking a cup of black tea, Gloria left.
Meg drank tea alone for a while. He didn't feel sleepy anymore. He put away the tea set and rode out on his bicycle. He hadn't received any news from the elves for two days.
"Looks like the Night Elves aren't doing well. I wonder if Phyllis and the others are doing well." Meg walked out of the alley and changed back into his own clothes. He frowned.
He had just spent a lot of gold coins to exchange for the latest news. The Wind Forest had surrounded the catacombs where the Night Elves were. The attack and defense of the catacombs had already been fought several times. Although the Night Elves had the advantage of the terrain, The Wind Forest had more soldiers and powerhouses. Now, they were completely relying on Irina's powerful individual strength to support the last line of defense of the Night Elves.
Although the Gnomes had lent the catacombs to the Night Elves, they had no intention of intervening in this war. They hadn't given any help to the Night Elves.
The catacombs were now like an isolated island. All the forces had basically assumed that this rebellion would be quelled soon. Even with Irina's guidance, the Night Elves were still too weak to shake the rule of The Wind Forest.
"I have to find a way to give Irina more help." Meg muttered to himself. He rode his bicycle back and stopped at the blacksmith shop next door. When he entered the blacksmith shop, the sound of blacksmithing came from behind.
"Mr. Mak, why are you here?" Meg had just walked to the door of the forging room when Mobai looked up and saw him. He was a little surprised.
"About the cannon, I thought of something recently, so I wanted to talk to you about it," Meg said with a smile.
Mobai's eyes lit up when he heard that. He put the heavy hammer in his hand aside and said with a smile, "Okay, then let's talk outside. I also have some questions that I want to ask you."
"According to Mr. Meg's previous suggestion, I made a cannon. But for some reason, the cannonballs often explode inside the barrel, causing damage to the barrel. It can't be fired and can't cause any damage. Also, the cannonball's power can't be increased within the limited volume. I estimated that a cannonball exploding at close range can only cause a fatal threat to a Level-3 Magic Beast, "Mobai said with a frown as he spread out a blueprint.
Meg took a few glances at the blueprint, and asked, "Where's the barrel?"
"In the workshop outside the city. I was worried that there would be danger during the experiment, so I built a workshop on a plain about five kilometers away from Chaos City," Mobai answered.
"If it's convenient, bring me there in the afternoon. The cannon has very high requirements for the barrel. The reason for the explosion can only be found after looking at it. I also have some ideas about how to increase the cannonball's power, but let's talk about it after we see the cannon, "Meg said to Mobai.
"Alright, then I'll bring Mr. Mak there in the afternoon." Mobai quickly nodded.
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