If someone told you that half of every dollar you earn belongs to someone else, and that person just has the job for you, will you willingly continue to benefit him?

At first, it may be, because of gratitude, but over time, it can make people feel disgusted or even hateful.

Gratitude is like food, the shelf life is very short, and when it starts to deteriorate, it is when contradictions arise and escalate.

In fact, there are many such phenomena in society, and it is not possible to talk about who is right and who is wrong, because everyone is selfish, whether he admits it or not.

Even gods have "beloved" lambs, let alone human beings who are not even sacred?

Why do I have to give you a license fee when I work so hard to make money?

Just because I learned something so simple?

In fact, these companies have such an idea, they themselves have a certain social foundation, have a high social status, and the wealth they earn is enough to make them tough.

There is a saying that is very true, when you have a conflict with someone when you hold a knife in your hand, the devil in your heart will be released.

It's the same with money, the only difference between it and a knife is that the person who holds the knife has the potential to kill some people directly, while money can hire the person with the knife.

The five companies that promised to pay licensing fees are still going through the process, and Merlin may not know that the process is a very magical thing in the mouths of the capitalists.

Sometimes the process only takes a phone call and a time to sign, but sometimes, it can take a long, long time to complete the process, or even wait.

Durin told him not to worry about these things for the time being, and that these things would be left to someone else.

Immediately after that, someone called Doolin again, and it was the new agent representative.

In the past, those agents became the leading figures in various regions because they gained a share of the market, and they had money and status, but now they began to participate in politics at the request of Doolin, either as councillors or mayors, so there was a new batch of agents.

Most of these new agents were family members, heirs, or siblings from the past, and Durin knew but didn't say much, after all, fate is sometimes not so fair.

Ideals cannot control reality, but ideals and interests together can control reality.

The problem of these people can actually be said to be the same thing as what happened on Merlin's side, originally in the agreement between Dulin and those wine merchants, their goods had to go out through Dulin's channels.

In addition to taking a licensing fee from them, Dulin also has to charge a part of the channel fee, and at the same time delineate the scope of their production and sales.

This is not simply for the sake of profit, but to make rules to protect everyone's interests.

If these people are allowed to sell their own goods and compete for the market, in the end everyone's jobs will not be able to keep their jobs, and only orderly and reasonable healthy competition can bring benefits to this industry.

But now there has been a change, those people's goods are not provided to the agents, do not enter the agents' channels and shopping malls, which means that they have cut off a financial route for Durin, and cut off a considerable part of the agents' income.

After some private conversations, the agents decided to tell Durin about the matter and wait for him to settle it.

As soon as the phone was put down and rang quickly, Durin spent the whole day dealing with all this mess, and the chain reaction of all sides was too violent to be more than he could have imagined.

In the evening, Durin sat in his room and straightened his hair, and in the darkness he turned his back to the window, and the silver-white moonlight shone in through the window, allowing him to merge more closely with the darkness.

After calmly smoking a cigarette, he picked up the phone.

At this time, Angmola Medical Supplies Company was holding an internal cocktail party, which was personally attended by the company's chairman, Mr. Angelola, and invited some popular stars to set off the celebratory atmosphere.

This month, the company's turnover increased nearly threefold compared to the same period last year, and the huge increase mainly came from two aspects.

The first aspect is that society is developing rapidly, everyone has money in their pockets, and in the old days a five-dollar glass of wine was enough to keep most drunkards out.

But now a glass of 50 cents can turn a person who didn't drink before into an alcoholic!

As the weather gradually cools, the hot sales of alcoholic beverages in various places have led to a significant increase in the company's turnover, but it is not enough to increase so much in the same period, which is the second reason.

Edible beverage alcohol is still a new thing in foreign countries, it can not only disinfect some open wounds, but also can be blended into drinks, this magical product has attracted the idea of many foreign businessmen.

Alcohol has become an important export commodity, with a large number of orders coming in every month, and if it were not for the domestic market, Mr. Angelora would have gone all out to export.

Not only can the export business make more money, but the state also has a tax rebate policy, which makes his profit margin larger.

Under such a premise, it would be even more wonderful to be able to forget about Dührin and his patents.

Of course, it was also wonderful now, and through some channels Mr. Angelora learned that Durin was now in great trouble, enough to destroy his trouble.

So that money, he is not so anxious to hand over to the new company, if Durin is really finished, he will not need to pay this money at all.

Mr. Angmore, who had come back to his senses in a trance, and his female companion walked to the stage of the venue amid the support of his subordinates, and he had to say a few words, and the warm atmosphere in the venue at this time also made him a little excited.

Patted the microphone, the venue suddenly fell silent, everyone's eyes were focused on him, he smiled, paused for a few seconds to clear his mind, opened his arms and cheered, "Ladies and gentlemen, a turnover of four million seven hundred and seventy-one thousand, a month!"

"I want to thank each and every one of you for everything you have done for the company, and if nothing else, from this moment on, we will have one such carnival every month in the future!"

He turned around and took out a wad of ten-dollar bills from the box prepared behind him and scattered them towards the crowd, "Cheers to victory!!"

The swirling bills in the air, the strong smell of alcohol in the air, the indulgent hormones and emotions ran wild in this drinking party.

Everybody's going crazy!

Monsieur Angmora stood on the stage and looked at these people, laughing loudly, and a voice in his heart kept repeating the phrase - this is my empire!

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