Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family - Chapter 1071 Cardinal Directionists

Chapter 1071  Cardinal Directionists

The Tri-star company was in an extremely desperate situation. Things weren’t looking too good for them, considering that their sales kept plummeting with no signs of recovery.

Not only that, but the Starry Explosion phenomenon that happened recently also showcased just how powerful automobiles were.

During that brief period where no one could use their magic nor their Aubility Power, automobiles became extremely critical in keeping the market at bay. Without them, every company in New Sparta would see a sharp decline of about 50% in their earnings for at least a few days.

This made the hunger for automobiles even more rabid.

And the Tri-star company, despite having the Reborn company as their literal nemesis, also couldn’t help but use automobiles themselves. But of course, they couldn’t do it out in the open. They had to operate automobiles in secret, which meant buying second-hand cars and fuel from the black market, which was definitely more expensive than buying them from the Reborn company outright.

It was at this point that they realized that their campaign was a lost cause. No one was going to be convinced that automobiles weren’t going to be the premier transportation vehicle in the future.

So, all of everything that they did, was all for naught.

At this point, they needed a miracle to win against the Reborn company.

Now, as an Upper Echelon company, defeating the Reborn company was extremely easy. They only needed to send their Nascent Spirit cultivators, and they would have no chance of defending themselves.

Unfortunately for them, they couldn’t be that outright. Just recently, they were visited by Claudia Montgomery, who came to their company with the pretext of a ‘friendly visit’.

And in that visit, she ‘subtly’ repeated to them about the rules of Montgomery, and the extreme consequences for breaking them.

“My grandmother hates bullies,” she said. “And since she’s staying in New Sparta for the time being, I would hate it if she had to make a move herself. We all know what happened to the last company that dared to anger her.”

They were wiped off the face of the Earth, that’s what. And now, she implied the same to the Tri-star company.

So, no. They couldn’t use their Nascent Spirit cultivators.

But… what if it wasn’t theirs?

What if the leader of Reborn was suddenly stricken by a random assassin that wasn’t related to their company? Then, they wouldn’t be implicated, and the Reborn company would get permanently weakened enough for another company to swoop in and destroy them slowly but surely.

There was only one way to do that.

The black market. In that unlawful, chaotic, and messy place, anything could be bought.

Of course, at the level of the Upper Echelons, the black market that they participated in wasn’t just made up by a few small-time crooks who sold a few exotic contrabands. They were dealing with the true organizations in the shadows that even the Conglomerates had to respect!

And the pinnacle of an organization such as that was called… the Cardinal Directionists.

They were formed from a group of adventurers who had reached the peak of their cultivation, whose strengths were so powerful that even the Conglomerates wanted to get them on their side.

However, these reclusive few disliked the thought of being tied down by a company, so they always refused, choosing instead to live a life of freedom with no rules and no thrones to bow down to.

And when the Conglomerates tried to force them to either submit or die, they still refused. And the outcome, surprisingly, was a draw. That was the reason why the black market still existed to this day, despite making the Conglomerates lose trillions every single year. They were protected by the Cardinal Directionists.

Those unruly groups of people only worked for one thing: money.

As long as you paid them enough, they would do anything you wanted them to do.

And right now, the patriarch of the Tri-star company sat on his knees in front of an undisclosed location in the middle of a swamp.

He was in a bog cabin, with moss and mushrooms all around him. But he couldn’t focus on that. He had to focus on the four people sitting on their own thrones around him.

“What does the Tri-star company want from us?” asked the man on the North seat.

“You visited the Black Market just a few days ago. Already need something more?” the woman in the West seat laughed with mirth.

They knew about his anti-automobile campaign. Not that surprising, given that he used the black market to purchase some agents to spread misinformation.

The Tri-star Patriarch pursed his lips. “Cardinal Kings and Queens, I come here as a humble man in need of a solution to a certain problem.”

“No doubt it’s about the Reborn company,” said the lanky man on the South seat. “I’m kinda surprised you’re the first one to come here about them.”

“Yes, exactly that,” said the Patriarch. “What do you want us to do? Destroy every single piece of automobile and erase them from everyone’s memory?” said the lithe woman in the East seat.

“If that were possible, then yes. But we have to be practical in dealing with this pest of a company. I want you to kill one person. Their leader, the one called Michael.”

The Cardinal Directionists all looked at each other, before the North man shook his head.

“Hmmm… and why would we do that? That automobile is pretty good. It’s making the Black Market profits double in size.”

“Not only that, but the Montgomery presence is currently concentrated in New Sparta. Xere is there. You really think it’s wise to attack someone while she’s watching?” asked the lithe South man.

The Patriarch nodded. “I understand. But that hasn’t stopped you before, has it? I am willing to put up a hefty price for the kid’s head.”

“How much?”

“100 billion Sand Dollars,” the patriarch replied.

The effervescent woman from the West seat laughed out loud. “Hahahaha! I didn’t think that your company could still afford that, given how much you’ve already burned.”

“I have allies,” the patriarch hurriedly replied. “Even if they can’t outwardly give support to the Anti-automobile campaign, they can still secretly give me funds to continue the good fight.”

The Cardinal Kings and Queens looked at each other.

“No good,” said the man in the North seat. “Too risky.”

The Tri-star patriarch knew they wouldn’t bite at the first offer. So, he made sure to have more in store.

“If you help me kill the Reborn leader, then you can have first dibs at their company. You can monopolize their automobiles!” he promised. “500 billion Sand Dollars!”

Again, the Cardinal Directionists looked at each other as they communicated telepathically. This time, they took more time to deliberate, as if they were starting to get tempted by the offer.

“No,” the woman in the East seat said eventually.

The patriarch frowned. “Okay. Fine. Last offer. I am willing to give up one trillion Sand Dollars for the Reborn leader.”

This was an amount that would tempt even the Conglomerates! With this kind of money, it was definitely worth angering the Conglomerates, the Montgomerys, and every single other company!

This time, the Tri-star patriarch was sure that they would take the offer—

“We refuse,” said the lanky man from the South seat.

“WHAT?!”

This didn’t make sense! They should have definitely been tempted by this amount of money! They’d done worse for less!

They assassinated a literal heir of a Conglomerate for only a hundred billion Sand Dollars before!

And now, they were refusing a trillion Sand Dollars for killing a leader from a mere Lower Echelon company?!

“Two—two billion Sand Dollars!” the patriarch blurted out.

Still the Cardinal Kings and Queens stayed in their seats.

Eventually, the man in the North seat sighed. “I don’t think you’re getting the point, Tri-star Patriarch. So, let me be real with you.

We will not kill that kid no matter how much money or gifts that you put up. That is our final decision.”

And with those words, the Tri-star Patriarch felt his hope collapse into nothing.

He was prepared to lose all of his wealth for this mission. He didn’t think he wouldn’t be spending anything at all!

Eventually, the patriarch was kicked out of their hut to return to his company disappointed.

This left the Cardinal Directionists to discuss with each other freely.

“Two trillion Sand Dollars,” the woman in the West muttered under her breath. “Maybe we should—”

Her second-guessing was interrupted by the man in the North seat.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“But the money would be good for our expansion! And if we do help, we’ll be able to get part of their automobile fleet!” she argued.

The man in the North seat crossed his arms. “Yes, but do you really want to anger her?”

The Cardinal Kings and Queens, all at the pinnacle of strength, shivered at the thought.

Eventually, they all shook their heads.

The man in the North nodded. “So don’t talk about this anymore. We’ll be in big big trouble if she finds out we wanted to kill her son for money.”