Chapter 13 — Selling the Shop for Two Million Yuan, I Made Them Go Bankrupt

Those things were all collected by Black Panther using his shadowy network of relationships. Each file is a critical weakness of a supplier. I look at them. There was no joy in my heart. On the contrary, it is a cold feeling down the spine. This is how he shows his worth. It's also a way to pull me onto the same front line. Deeper bondage.

“Brother Black Panther, I understand what you mean.”

I pushed those files back.

“But I do business properly, these things… I don't use them.”

He looked at me, his eyes became complicated.

“Boss Tham, you are really not like the others.”

“You are cruel enough, but still keep your limits.”

I smiled softly.

“I don't have to keep limits.”

“I just know… winning like that, doesn't last long.”

“It will also dirty my hands… and my dishes.”

“I don't want to force them.”

“I want them… to voluntarily stand by my side.”

Black Panther was silent. Obviously, he doesn't understand. I stood up and walked to the map. Use a red pen to circle the location "Xifengkou farm". Then circle a few more points.

“Mr. Black Panther, I know you well.”

“I need you to help me with something else.”

“Invite people from these places to come.”

“Pig farmer.”

“Vegetable grower.”

“The bean maker.”

“They all have one thing in common.”

“They make the best products… in the slowest, most honest way.”

“And they are also the people... who are being forced by corporations like Dinh Thinh to have no way to live.”

“I want to meet them.”

“I want to pull them together.”

“Form an alliance.”

“Dinh Thinh uses money to make laws.”

“Then I will use quality… to break their rules.”

“I want customers to understand…”

“What is respect for food?”

19 Craft Alliance The Black Panther's performance was frighteningly fast. Just three days. A transit vehicle stopped in front of my old, renovated house. Each person walked down. Some people have tanned skin and hands full of calluses. Some people still carry the smell of earth and honest eyes. Some people have gray hair and wear old, worn ao dai, with the appearance of someone who has worked in the profession all their lives. They stood there. Careful eyes. Just looked at my new house. Just looked at Black Panther and his juniors standing outside. The vigilance is evident. I won't let Black Panther interfere. Make your own tea. Invite them in.

“Uncles, uncles, everyone please sit down.”

I gave each cup of tea.

“I am Tham Nguyet.”

“Owner of Lam Nguyet Hien and Tham family shop.”

My youth and attitude surprised them a bit. The eldest, a bean maker, took a sip of tea and looked at me carefully.

“What do you want us to do…?”

His voice was hoarse, carrying suspicion. A pig farmer also spoke up:

“We and you… are not on the same path.”

I didn't answer right away. Just asking again:

“Do people… believe in our products?”

That question made them pause. Then one by one, they straightened their backs.

"My meat eats clean bran, drinks spring water, and is more fragrant than anywhere else!"

"My vegetables are not sprayed, they are all organic fertilizers, city people with money may not be able to buy them!"

“My beans are a family heirloom, the sour water has been brewed for decades, who doesn't know the word 'King bean'!”

Their eyes lit up. Undisguised pride. I looked at them. Voice lowered.

“So why…”

“Such good things…”

“Can't sell at a good price?”

“Why is everyone having a hard time? years, in the end there is only enough food and clothing?”

“Why is the market occupied by meat raised for weight gain, vegetables fertilized with chemicals, beans made with additives?”

Each of my questions was like a blow to their hearts, hitting them straight in the heart. The pride on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by helplessness, bitterness, and unwillingness that had accumulated over the years.

“Because we can't fight back.” Uncle Vuong, the tofu maker sighed softly. “People have distribution channels, have output, have advertising money, but we... only have these rough hands.”

"Correct." I stood up, my voice firm. “They have the capital, the channels, and we have the quality and the skills.”

“I invited everyone here because I wanted to ask a question.”

“Ready to… get together?”

“Put these hands together.”

“Form an alliance of our own.”

“I call it the ‘Star Alliance’.”

"From today, I will buy all of your products 30% higher than the market price."

“Everyone just needs to make the best.”

“The rest, transportation, sales, promotion... let me take care of it.”

“My two stores will be the first signs of this alliance.”

“They want to use money to block us.”

“So we use quality… to destroy them.”

“I will let the whole city know…”

“What is the true taste of food?”

The room was silent. No one said anything. Only their eyes looked at me. There are doubts. There is vibration. But most of all... It's a desire that's been suppressed for too long. A long time later. Mr. Vuong stood up. He stepped in front of me, holding out his hands, rough and swollen from being soaked in water for many years.

“Are you telling the truth?”

“I entrust my whole life to you.”

I took his hand.

“Not delivered.”

“From today… we are allies.”