Not selling them?!
After hearing the report from his salesman, Sinderson froze on the spot, tea in hand as he flipped through the newspaper. His hand stopped turning the pages.
The salesman standing beside the table nodded, his face full of helplessness.
"Yes, sir. We went to the Boulder City militia's front-line camp and asked their commander to sell us the sub-entity remains. But they did not even listen to our offer before throwing us out—"
"What was their reason?!" Sinderson cut him off impatiently, gripping the arms of his chair with both hands. "Do they not know that leaving those sub-entity remains alone could cause a serious plague?"
"I... I don't know," the salesman said timidly, looking nervously at his boss. "Their reason was that The Alliance authorities had taken over the batch of sub-entities."
Sinderson was utterly dumbfounded.
The Alliance authorities had taken them over?
What use did they have for that stuff?!
In the lavish Bugra Free State, Sinderson Trading Company was merely a tiny, insignificant business. Its only line of work was supplying Free State processing plants with raw materials for synthetic food and organic fertilizer.
Whenever the Tide broke out in previous years, he would send people to Clear Spring City to purchase a batch of goods. Once he brought them back and resold them, the profit would amount to hundreds of millions of Bugra dollars.
Those sub-entity remains were practically free.
After all, the poor people of the Bugra Free State did not care where their food came from, and food processing plants cared even less about the source of their nutrients.
Boulder City happened to need someone to dispose of those sub-entity remains as well. His business was undoubtedly a win-win for everyone involved!
Having heard that the Tide after the warm winter