Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the bustling city of Lordsa, the Noble's Song Tavern was as lively as ever.

However, on this particular day, the atmosphere within a certain private room was unusually heavy.

Several representatives from different families sat around a table, their faces etched with anxiety.

"You've heard too?" Another, plump middle-aged man responded, his brow furrowed: "When I first heard the news, I thought it was just a rumor. I didn't expect it to be true."

The atmosphere in the room grew even more oppressive. The news that the Harun family's fine salt workshop had resumed production and was already shipping refined salt to the capital was like a bombshell, creating huge waves in their hearts.

"Who would have thought the Harun family would have such good fortune?" The mustached man continued to sigh: "Now that their refined salt has entered the capital, I hear it will soon be sold in large quantities, and there might even be a price cut for a big promotion."

This news was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the family representatives present. Their families had also stockpiled a lot of refined salt, intending to take advantage of the Crodo family regaining control of the refined salt market to restore the salt price to its original level and earn the difference, making a fortune.

This was the Crodo family's covert promotion during this period, with the aim of getting other families to join the salt hoarding plan, making it increasingly difficult for the Harun family to acquire refined salt to guarantee the capital's market share.

But the Harun family's move would undoubtedly thwart their plans.

"We have to think of something," the plump middle-aged man said anxiously: "We can't just sit here and wait for our doom."

"Yes, we need to come up with a countermeasure quickly," others echoed.

However, facing such a sudden situation, what kind of countermeasure could they come up with?

"Standing behind the Harun family is Empress Maria, and I heard that Prince Soren, who has been in the limelight recently, is ready to be adopted into Empress Maria's name, which means that Empress Maria's position is as stable as a mountain." This sentence was like pouring a bucket of cold water on everyone present, making them even more convinced of the truth of the news.

As the discussion deepened, their brows furrowed even tighter.

Refined salt is a necessity for cultivators, and unrefined salt mines contain a large number of trace toxins. To maintain a pure body and smooth cultivation, they naturally cannot consume this kind of mineral salt for a long time.

In the capital, hoarding refined salt to earn the price difference has become a common practice for many families.

These middle-class noble families, although not comparable to salt families like the Crodo family, the total amount of refined salt in their hands is still considerable.

Now, facing huge fluctuations in the refined salt market, the anxiety in their hearts can be imagined.

Just then, Aceby, a middle-aged man in black, broke the silence. He looked around and said calmly: "Everyone, we don't need to panic so much. Although we can't yet determine whether the news of the Harun family's secretly built refined salt workshop going into production is true or false, I think that instead of sitting here anxiously, we should take advantage of the time we have now to plan our way out."

The others turned their attention to Aceby, their faces showing a mixture of doubt and anticipation. One of them couldn't help but ask: "Aceby, what do you mean by that?"

Aceby took a deep breath and said firmly: "I'm going to sell all the refined salt that my family has stockpiled."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the room. Sell refined salt?

This was simply unimaginable in the past. But Aceby's next words made them ponder.

"Everyone, we have already seen the risks in the refined salt market. If the Harun family's refined salt workshop really goes into production, then the price of refined salt will inevitably fall sharply. By then, the refined salt in our hands will probably depreciate a lot. Rather than waiting until that time to lose money, it's better to sell it now, at least we can recover some of the cost." Aceby's analysis made everyone present fall into deep thought.

They knew that although this decision was difficult, it might be their best option at the moment.

"What?" The plump middle-aged man looked surprised and said: "The market price of refined salt has already fallen a lot. If we sell it now, what if the news is proven false later? The loss won't be just a little. Aceby, how are you going to explain it to your patriarch then?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the mustached middle-aged man. He looked at the black-robed middle-aged man: "Aceby, did you get any inside information? I remember that one of your cousins married into the Harun family. Did she reveal anything to you?"

Aceby smiled awkwardly, "How could I have any inside information? Although Amy and I are cousins, we hardly had any contact before because of the age gap. But..." He paused, lowering his voice a little: "I mentioned this to the patriarch this morning, and the patriarch agreed almost without hesitation, and urged me to act as soon as possible. I guess the patriarch may have some information that we don't know."

The plump middle-aged man rolled his eyes and suddenly interjected: "Speaking of this, I remembered something. Recently, in addition to the market panic caused by that news, there is another important reason for the decline in the price of refined salt - a large batch of refined salt suddenly poured into the market, which directly led to the price drop."

"Are you talking about the salt families?" The mustached middle-aged man immediately reacted.

"Yes." A hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the plump middle-aged man, and he said: "The Winters family is secretly selling refined salt. I accidentally heard this from my cousin who married into their family. Their actions are very secretive, but there are still traces to be found."

"If that's the case!" Another middle-aged man who had been silent interjected: "The Vargas family seems to be doing the same thing."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

If even these refined salt families are starting to sell off their stocks, does that mean they have learned some inside information in advance? Or, are they also preparing for the upcoming market changes?

"It seems that this storm is much bigger than we thought," Aceby said in a deep voice: "We must make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise it may be too late when the storm really comes."

Everyone nodded, their faces solemn. They knew that this choice would be directly related to the future of their families. Should they follow the market and sell refined salt, or stand their ground and wait for the storm to pass?

Everyone was weighing the pros and cons, trying to make the wisest choice.