Building A Business Empire From Scratch In Another World-Chapter 213: First Sales Report

The rays of sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows of the Morningstar Group's main office, they danced across polished marble floors and glinted off the brass insignia embedded at the center,a radiant sun cradled by two elegant wings.

Outside, the city buzzed with life; the hum of commerce wafted in like a distant melody, carried softly through the glass walls.

"Enter!'

Felix sat behind his desk, engrossed in reviewing morning correspondences when he heard a soft click, the door swung open.

Clara entered,she moved with purpose and poise; she placed a stack of thick ledgers on Felix's desk, their red seals still warm from the accounting department.

"Good morning, Clara," Felix said without lifting his gaze.

"Morning, sir," she replied briskly as she settled into her chair. "I have our first sales reports."

Nixie set down a cup of tea in front of Felix. "You're welcome."

Felix lifted his cup in silent gratitude. "Proceed."

Clara opened the first ledger with confidence, her voice steady and clear. "These are our official reports for the first week since launching our new product line. Let's start with low-tier variants,they account for over ninety percent of our sales volume."

She flipped a page, her pen gliding along neat columns. "In all 103 districts across the Capital, we've sold 184,000 units of the Emberheart Stove, 221,000 units of the Arcane Whirlpool, 146,000 units of the Frostborne Vault, 158,000 units of the Stormheart Blender"

Nixie nearly choked on her coffee. "Two hundred thousand arcane whirlpoosl? Are people building laundromats or palaces?"

Ignoring Nixie's outburst, Clara continued calmly: "After factoring in production costs and merchant fees, our total net profit for these low-tier products alone amounts to…"

She paused to scan the final page before concluding triumphantly: "…three hundred forty-six million two hundred twenty-one thousand seven hundred eighty gold coins."

A hush fell over the office.

Felix's pen halted mid-line as he looked up slowly.

Nixie's jaw dropped. "Wait..did you just say three hundred forty-six million?"

"Yes," Clara confirmed firmly while tapping on the ledger. "That's after all expenses accounted for; gross revenue is even higher, around seven hundred eighty million."

Nixie leaned back in her chair wide-eyed. "We're rich! Like 'buy-a-kingdom' rich!"

Felix set the pen down, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "And that's just the low-tier models?"

"Absolutely," Clara replied, her tone serious. "Mid and high-tier models are still in limited distribution, primarily reserved for noble districts."

Clara pulled out another document, this one a vibrant chart filled with colorful bars and handwritten notes. "This is what worries me," she said, turning it toward Felix.

The inked lines revealed a dramatic spike across all categories. "Demand has skyrocketed beyond our most optimistic projections! Stores are running out of inventory within hours of restocking. In several districts, commoners have started lining up before dawn!"

She flipped to another page with urgency. "District Twelve reported over eight thousand customers crowding outside one store yesterday. We had to call in guards to maintain order!"

Felix leaned forward, intrigued yet cautious. "Any riots?"

"None so far," she replied, exhaling slightly relieved. "But we've had two incidents of small fights, people arguing over who gets the last unit. The city guards managed both situations."

Nixie couldn't help but grin. "That's not a problem; that's success! People fighting over our stoves? Talk about free advertising!"

Clara shot her a flat look. "It's chaos, Nixie! If distribution can't keep up, it could backfire spectacularly."

"Only if we let it," Felix interjected quietly, studying the chart intently as if tracing battle lines on a map. "Shortages create desire, but stretch it too long and resentment brews beneath the surface. We must balance this tension."

He leaned back again with determination in his eyes. "We'll expand production."

Clara nodded appreciatively. "I anticipated that move! I've already begun building new facilities at the western side of the Headquarters. Three more factories will be built by the end of the month".

"Excellent," Felix said firmly. "Keep that flow constant; I want no district feeling left out."

Nixie swung her legs over the side of her chair and clasped her hands dramatically, excitement radiating from her every gesture.

"Can we take a moment to appreciate what's happening here? We just made more gold in one week than half the noble houses see in an entire year!"

"Focus," Clara admonished sharply.

Nixie rolled her eyes playfully but kept her enthusiasm intact. "I am focused! Focused on how obscenely wealthy we're about to become! Do you realize what three hundred million gold coins even means? We could build a floating city..a city, Clara!"

Felix allowed himself a quiet smirk as he played along with Nixie's exuberance: "And what would you do with this floating city?"

"Name it after myself andcall it Nixietropolis!" she declared, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Clara pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to suppress a smile. "That's not even a real word."

"It could be!" Nixie insisted, undeterred.

Felix leaned back in his chair, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Keep dreaming, Nixie."

As the laughter faded, Clara leaned forward, her expression serious. "We need to address one more issue."

Felix raised an eyebrow. "Rumors?"

"Exactly," Clara confirmed. "The nobles are fuming over our sales strategy. They claim we're 'undermining the market.' Some are even hinting at regulation."

Nixie scoffed, crossing her arms defiantly. "Regulation? That's just noble-speak for 'we're jealous.'"

Clara nodded thoughtfully. "They've started gathering signatures for a petition in the Council demanding that all future magical devices be taxed by royal decree."

Felix's demeanor remained calm, but the tension in the room thickened. "And what about the palace?"

"No response yet," Clara replied. "But I suspect they'll play neutral for now; after all, they benefit from increased tax revenue indirectly."

"Of course," Felix murmured knowingly. "They'll let the dogs bark until they figure out who's bleeding first."

Nixie perked up again with a mischievous grin. "So what's our game plan? Do we crush them with money? Because I'm totally on board with that!"

Felix looked at her with faint amusement in his eyes. "We'll navigate this through commerce,not violence. The moment we appear as aggressors, we lose control of the narrative."

He turned back to Clara with renewed focus. "Let's prioritize public satisfaction: increase free repair services and extend warranties to one year for all low-tier products."

Clara jotted down notes quickly, nodding in agreement. "Understood!"

"Let generosity shine through," Felix continued, his voice steady yet sharp as a blade. "While those nobles drown in their own greed."

Nixie leaned eagerly on her armrest, excitement radiating from her like sunlight breaking through clouds.

"So let me get this straight: We've got nearly four hundred million in profit, lines stretching through every district, and nobles grinding their jeweled teeth in envy? That sounds… perfect!"

Clara raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Perfect can be dangerous; it draws attention."

"Good attention!" Nixie countered passionately. "The kind that makes us legends!"

Felix paused thoughtfully before picking up the top sheet of the sales report again, scanning those impressive figures one last time before placing it back down gently on his desk.

He smiled,not with exuberance, but with the cool satisfaction of a strategist who had anticipated every move before the game even began.

"Numbers," he said softly, "are just another battlefield. And guess what? We're winning."

A comfortable silence settled over the room after that declaration.

Outside, the city thrummed with life. Carriages glided down streets that sparkled under the evening sun.

In the distance, you could still hear faint cheers near a Morningstar storefront,happy customers returning home with glowing boxes of magic in their arms.

Nixie stretched and yawned dramatically. "So, when do we celebrate?"

Felix didn't look up from his thoughts. "When the next report surpasses this one."

Clara closed the final ledger and stood, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Then you better prepare a banquet! At this rate, it will."

Felix nodded faintly, his gaze drifting back to the window where golden rays poured into the office, illuminating everything around him.

His reflection stared back calm and composed on the surface but burning quietly within.

The people cheered his name.

The nobles whispered in anger.

And the kingdom watched in silence.

As Felix Morningstar smiled, he knew that the empire of commerce he'd built was beginning to reshape the very balance of power itself.