Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Due to the long transport distances, especially when traveling by sea, storms were occasionally encountered. For the safety of the goods, items transported by water were packed in standardized large wooden crates, concealing their contents.

"Captain Jett, you look radiant! This shipment must be quite valuable." Schulte had worked at the docks for over twenty years and possessed keen observational skills. The excessive caution of the crew immediately aroused his suspicion.

He glanced at Captain Jett. "We've known each other for over a decade. You can give me a hint, so I can instruct my laborers to be extra careful."

He had been working for the Lordsam Carriage Guild for over a century.

Schulte had a close relationship with Captain Jett, dating back to Jett's days as a pirate. Their cooperation often involved illicit goods, which made them old acquaintances. Consequently, their conversations were always casual and intimate.

Captain Jett chuckled, his laughter filled with the cunning and boldness characteristic of a pirate. "Schulte, since you're so curious, I'll give you a peek this time."

With that, he led Schulte to a carriage laden with cargo. Under Schulte's curious gaze, the crew opened a heavy wooden crate before him.

The crate revealed glass products that resembled works of art. From elegant lampshades to delicate cups, plates, and bowls, each piece shimmered with crystal-clear brilliance, exuding an indescribable beauty.

Schulte gasped. The exquisite craftsmanship of these glass items exceeded his expectations. He had seen glassware before, but never such exquisite pieces in such large quantities. He quickly calculated the value of the shipment in his mind. If they were all of this quality, it was an immense fortune.

He looked at Captain Jett with envy and exclaimed, "Glassware is always precious and fragile. Rest assured, I will give special instructions to my men to be as careful as possible, ensuring it arrives at its destination in perfect condition."

"Thank you then. Let's have a drink together tonight." Captain Jett smiled smugly, clearly pleased with the goods. "To tell you the truth, these goods are all made with the latest craftsmanship from the Eastern Exit Island. Our employer spared no expense in obtaining this batch. It's said they are to be delivered to the royal palace. If there's any damage during transport, I wouldn't know how to explain it to my superiors."

Upon hearing this, Schulte's eyes turned red, not only out of envy for the valuable goods but also because the significance and value of goods connected to the royal palace were immeasurable. He took a deep breath, determined to ensure the safe delivery of the shipment.

The Harron family was indeed renowned. Thanks to their close relationship with Royal Consort Mathuya, their business had penetrated deep into the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Every transaction yielded substantial profits, which was truly enviable.

Thinking about the nobles of their Carriage Guild, working diligently every day to earn money, it was a world of difference compared to the Harron family.

As they were talking, a crew member carrying cargo nearby tripped over something. He stumbled, and the heavy wooden crate in his hands fell to the ground.

With a dull thud, one corner of the crate hit the ground hard, and the lid was jolted open. Instantly, pure white refined salt poured out of the box like a waterfall, quickly spreading across the ground.

The crew member's face turned ashen in an instant.

Captain Jett's expression also changed abruptly. He roared, "How are you handling things?! I repeatedly emphasized being careful, being careful! Is your brain as stupid as a pig?!"

"Schulte, you see this…" Captain Jett turned to Schulte, his face showing some embarrassment and helplessness.

Schulte stood aside, having witnessed the scene just now, a strange glint in his eyes.

Captain Jett's reaction was too abnormal. It was clear he was intentionally trying to conceal the presence of refined salt. This could not help but arouse more association and suspicion in Schulte's mind.

"Schulte, if you still consider me a brother, you must keep this a secret for me." Captain Jett turned around, anxiously grabbing Schulte as if afraid he would run away immediately. "At worst, I'll share some with you afterward."

Schulte narrowed his eyes, a shrewd light flashing within. "I can keep it a secret for you, but you have to tell me what's really going on."

Captain Jett sighed, looking very annoyed. He pulled Schulte to a corner and began to explain in a low voice, "Actually, it's like this… The Harron family's refined salt workshop on a certain island has officially started operations. The scale is several times larger than the one originally built in the Imperial City, and the output is astonishing."

After explaining in detail, Captain Jett solemnly instructed, "This is a matter of great importance. It's enough for you to know, but you must not tell anyone else."

"Don't worry, how many years have we known each other? Don't you trust me?" Schulte readily agreed, but he had already begun to plan in his mind.

The Harron family really had a backup plan. Now, the refined salt families in the Imperial City were going to suffer a big loss. The price of refined salt in the Imperial City was definitely going to plummet.

The nobles behind the Carriage Guild had also stockpiled a lot of refined salt. He had to quickly tell the patriarch about this so they could sell off their refined salt as soon as possible. Otherwise, their family would suffer a huge loss when the price of refined salt fell.

As for the other nobles, Schulte thought to himself, it was up to their fate. If they were to decline because of this, then their Milte family could just buy their shares and dominate the Carriage Guild.

As heavy carriages entered the Imperial City one after another, even though Schulte only informed his own family patriarch, the various families in the Imperial City were well-informed, and they understood each other's secrets to some extent.

Therefore, the news of the Harron family's secret refined salt workshop spread quietly throughout the entire Imperial City. A storm was brewing within the Imperial City.