As they spoke, the two had already passed by the clothing store, where the owner was already arguing with another customer.
"You really are as rotten as the rumors say,"
Borek retracted his gaze and sneered, "Judging from your tone, the profit margin must be pretty good."
"It's okay, a net profit of 30% to 40%, there aren't many recycled clothes, this business actually doesn't make much money,"
Weiken took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, "Some of the clothes in these stores come from old clothes shipped over from Dawn City and Ains, and that's handled by another company of mine."
"You're not picky,"
Borek scoffed, "You make money off everything."
"All great wealth accumulates from trifles,"
Weiken flicked the ash and continued deeper into the neighborhood with Borek, "It's because I never miss any opportunity to make money that I have reached where I am today."
"It seems you don't have much affection for this place,"
