"You dare glare at me!"
Sophia snorted coldly: "Instead of agonizing over a few percentages, you should find a way to compete with Felster. You've just entered the tobacco industry, and if you want market share, you need to lower prices. Once he's pushed out, the Bedford Family will dictate the price of cigarettes. With three percent profit margins, you can still make thirty percent of the money."
This is monopoly. It's destroying the market!
With this kind of chaos, ordinary people won't even be able to afford cigarettes!
Bedford was so enraged he almost revealed his vest identity. Competing for business might be tolerable, but raising prices was absolutely unacceptable.
As a Demon King, he'd worked for years to lower tobacco prices for the sake of shortening human lifespans by an average of ten years. He'd labored painstakingly to make affordable cigarettes accessible even to dock workers. Was all that effort for nothing!
