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"That makes sense. The influence of the Medias Shopping District is enormous."

In addition to selling quality items at low prices, they had unique products that couldn't be found anywhere else.

Naturally, there would be fewer people visiting other stores.

The desire to destroy the man with perfectly armed logic quickly subsided.

Instead, Abel felt compassion.

Of course, the closing of Count Leod's shops was a natural result of market logic.

But there was no need to go out stiffly.

"It was Count Leod, correct?"

"Ahem! I only met you briefly when you were young, but I didn't think you would remember me."

"I would be lying if I said I vividly remember my time as a baby. I just heard about it from time to time."

"I see."

"By the way, I heard that three stores closed?"

"…"

Count Leod closed his mouth with a gloomy face.

He seemed a little embarrassed that his situation had been revealed.

If he continued, it would seem like he was asking the question with a narrow mind.

But his anger seemed greater than his shame.

He continued to look straight at Abel, as if expecting an answer.

"Count Leod, what about your brothers and sisters?"

People looked puzzled, perhaps thinking it was a sudden question.

Count Leod also looked confused but responded anyway.

"I am the third of five sons and four daughters."

"The Leod family doesn't have primogeniture?"

"It is more advantageous for the continuation of the family if someone with ambition and ability inherits the title."

"If you chose survival of the fittest back then, why do you say I have no morals?

Aren't you the one who is not competitive? It's only natural that customers go to places with better products and services."

"Ah…!"

Count Leod sighed.

He seemed to realize that his claims were nothing more than empty boasts.

The other nobles in the audience also nodded slowly.

Most seemed to think that Count Leod's claims were contradictory.

"This isn't so bad," Abel thought.

Count Leod rose from his seat and bowed his head politely.

"I guess I've failed repeatedly, so I've become too stubborn. I apologize, Your Highness."

"That's possible. Isn't failure the mother of success? You'll be able to get back up in no time."

"T-Thank you."

Count Leod's face turned bright red, as if he hadn't expected Abel to be so generous.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

Soon, someone started clapping, and the room was filled with applause.

"There were rumors that His Majesty the Carrier was only on the side of the common people, but it turns out they were just rumors."

"He's very tolerant of everyone."

"Wow! Failure is the mother of success. What a wonderful saying."

"That's right. Only through countless challenges can you achieve great results."

"I must spread the word that His Majesty the Carrier said this famous words."

Abel felt his face grow hot this time.

The story he was sharing was originally about Thomas Edison's invention of the light bulb.

'I'll borrow it a little. This isn't Earth, is it?' he thought, dismissing his momentary guilt.

He calmed down the excited people before him and spread out the materials he had carefully prepared. This wasn't a lecture hall, after all.

Then what was it?

'This is a place to recruit talented people who will lay the foundation for a franchise business,' Abel mused confidently.

He had grand plans. Abel aimed to build a shopping mall modeled after the Medias Shopping Mall in a provincial city and dominate distribution.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His goal wasn't just to amass wealth but to create opportunities for collaboration with nobles who would invest in the franchise business.

He was certain that these plans would bring significant and rapid changes.

Shopping malls like Medias would soon spring up across the country, creating what Abel envisioned as an enormous employment effect.

However, he couldn't ignore the ripple effects of his ambitions. The upper-class merchants who had long supported individual noble families would undoubtedly face challenges. People like Count Leod, for instance, might find themselves on the losing side.

"It's unfortunate," Abel murmured to himself, "but what can we do?"

His strategy was clear. If anyone approached, expressing a desire to join the franchise business, Abel was ready to extend a hand and assist.

Otherwise, they would have to fend for themselves in a rapidly changing landscape.

As Abel looked out at the crowd before him, he saw a mixture of curiosity and skepticism in their eyes. The nobles gathered here were used to old ways, methods that had worked for generations. The idea of a shared business venture that involved widespread collaboration with commoners was still foreign to most of them. But Abel could sense their growing interest. It was only a matter of time before they realized the potential in what he was offering.

"Now, let's discuss the specifics," Abel continued, his voice steady and commanding. "This isn't just about building a mall or controlling distribution. It's about creating a new economic system that benefits us all. The people who join us will be given the chance to grow, to thrive, and to see the fruits of their labor firsthand. But, to do that, we need to lay the groundwork."

He motioned to the materials laid out in front of him, showing detailed plans for the mall's construction and the business model. "This is a foundation we're building," he explained, "not just for the shopping mall, but for an entire network of commerce that will spread throughout the country. Each one of you who joins this venture will have a stake in it. Your investments will be the lifeblood of this operation."

A few nobles exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. Abel knew that the idea of working together in such a way was unsettling to them. Nobles were not used to sharing power, let alone with those beneath them. But that, he believed, was the key to success.

"The competition will be fierce," Abel said, his tone unwavering. "But together, we can overcome anything. The ones who adapt will be the ones who thrive, and those who resist will be left behind. The choice is yours."

He paused, letting his words sink in. It was a gamble, but one he was willing to take. He had the vision and the drive to make it work, and he believed that, in time, they would see the potential.

"And, don't forget," Abel added with a slight smile, "this is a chance for those who are willing to take risks. The kind of people who want to be more than just idle spectators in the future. The future of this land will be shaped by those who act, and those who stay stagnant will be forgotten."

The room fell silent as his words echoed in their minds. Some looked troubled, while others seemed to be considering the possibilities. It was clear that the seeds of change had been planted, and now it was only a matter of time before they began to grow.

Abel knew that this was just the beginning. But as the nobles gathered around, murmuring and weighing their options, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was laying the foundation for something monumental, and no matter how difficult it would be, he would see it through.