Strauss is a black market businessman in Innsbruck, and he has a strong enough network of connections within the count and the city defenders.
He made his fortune by selling illegal drugs in his early years. Later, as the epidemic began to spread within the principality, a quarantine area was established in the city. Most people would avoid the quarantine area, but Strauss keenly smelled the business opportunity.
The medicines that were supposed to be distributed to patients in the quarantine area were delayed because most of the city guards were illiterate in science and were afraid of contracting the disease if they entered the quarantine area.
Strauss took the initiative to take on this task so that the city guards could report to their superiors. And since everyone was scrambling for the drugs transported into the quarantine area, they naturally had a price.
In other words, purchasing the goods at zero cost and then selling them at high prices in quarantine areas is not a huge profit; it is simply robbery, directly robbing money from infected families.
Such good times did not last long, as someone else discovered this profit chain, so the garrison's drugs had a minimum price. At the same time, there were competitors selling goods in the quarantine zone, who were said to be of considerable background, and Strauss could not afford to offend them.
After some negotiations, the price of the drug gradually stabilized. Whether it is exported from here or from me, all are priced uniformly, and everyone can make money. If we lower the price to engage in a commercial war, won’t it be cheaper for those patients
That morning, Strauss climbed out of bed from his mistress's arms, put on his clothes, took an antibiotic pill as a preventive measure, and then set out to inspect the drug sales situation.
"Only thirty-six boxes were sold so early in the morning?" He asked in disbelief in his own shop, looking very unhappy.
Although sales have been declining recently, based on past data, at least a hundred boxes should be sold in the morning... Now it has dropped by two-thirds in an instant!
After taking inventory of the warehouse and sales situation and confirming that the clerk had not falsified the accounts or lied, Strauss was already furious.
It must be a competitor messing with me!
Then he began to visit his competitors door to door, but found that his competitors' shops were also deserted. Just when he was confused, Strauss received an invitation letter.
“It’s right there.” When he arrived at the designated location on the invitation, he saw that his former competitors and bigwigs had all arrived, looking at the long line in front of them with gloomy faces.
"Are you trying to steal the business?" Since everyone was there, he didn't bother to say more. He pointed at the stall in front of him where there was a long queue and asked directly.
"For charity." Someone answered with a cold face.
"Charity?" Strauss never thought that he would be associated with the word "charity" in his life. "They distribute drugs for free? Impossible! The drugs have to be priced at the bottom, where do they subsidize the costs? It must be vicious competition! First grab the market for free, and then raise the price!"
"They're not selling medicine at all!" a certain boss said impatiently, "They're just using their supernatural powers. Do you understand? They're using their supernatural powers to treat patients!"
"Superhuman?" Strauss couldn't close his mouth. If there was a word that was more distant from his life than "charity", it was probably "superhuman".