Alexander looked up and glanced at the boss, seemingly understanding something. He said, "Oh, do you think it’s a bit less?"

Then, Alexander reached into his pocket again. To the astonishment of the onlookers, he pulled out another stack of cash, weighing about ten kilograms, and placed it on the ground.

"The thing about me," Alexander began, "is that I have a lot of money."

And with that, he produced another ten kilograms of U.S. dollars. "I happened to pass by here today and thought this factory was decent."

Again, Alexander took out another ten kilograms of U.S. dollars. "So, I was considering discussing its acquisition with you."

Yet again, he produced another ten kilograms of U.S. dollars. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The boss, staring at the hundreds of kilograms of U.S. dollars on the ground, was frozen stiff.

Who is this man? How on earth did he fit all that money on his person?

The print shop boss quickly realized that this must be someone of significant importance. Someone not to be trifled with.

Falling to his knees, he hurriedly grabbed Alexander’s arm, pleading, "Sir, please, let’s talk! No need to keep showing the money! It’s too overwhelming!"

Alexander frowned, "You earn a hundred thousand reals an hour. I can’t be wasting your time."

The print shop boss was on the verge of tears. "No waste at all! Whatever you want to discuss, sir, we can take our time!"

Chuckling, Alexander said, "Well, I’d like to buy your print shop. Would you be interested?"

The boss hesitated, showing a troubled expression, "Sir, are you putting me on the spot? I’ve been running this factory for decades!"

Alexander raised an eyebrow threateningly, "Should I continue then?"

"No! Let’s just talk!" the boss said in panic.

But Alexander seemed unmoved. He pulled out yet another ten kilograms of U.S. dollars, then another, as if performing magic.

"Stop... Sir, please, no more money! I apologize for my previous arrogance! Please stop intimidating me!" the boss begged, trembling in fear.

Alexander inquired, "So, are you willing to sell?"

The boss tearfully replied, "We can discuss that slowly. It’s not urgent!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the distant roar of vehicle engines approached. Hearing the sound, Alexander stood up, "I had a feeling it wouldn’t be so easy to acquire your business. Fortunately, I came prepared."

The boss, now fearful, glanced towards the road, "Is that a military convoy? Are you with the military?"

Alexander chuckled, patting the boss on the shoulder, "Relax, I just asked them for a favor at the bank. It’s a personal matter, nothing to do with the military."

Truck after truck came to a halt. A soldier disembarked, saluted Alexander, and reported, "Sir, the task you assigned has been completed successfully."

Alexander nodded with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. Please unload the cargo."

"Yes, sir!"

The boss looked puzzled, "Unload? What are they unloading?"

At the soldier’s command, the trucks slowly lifted their containers. Moments later, stacks and stacks of U.S. dollars poured out.

"What the...!" The boss was dumbstruck, collapsing on the ground, murmuring, "This... this..."

Not just the boss; all the employees around were equally stunned. It was a whole truckload of U.S. dollars!

Upon witnessing the scene, several female workers fainted on the spot.

Alexander said with a smile, "This is 200 million in cash. Due to international trade complexities, large transfers are too cumbersome. So, I had them essentially empty out the bank’s vault and bring it here!"

The entire crowd was stunned once again.

Is this... some kind of joke?

They had never seen someone empty a bank vault and then unload the cash using trucks...

The print shop owner, in a daze, stammered, "I... I..."

Alexander patted him on the shoulder, smiling, "On the way here, I had my people evaluate your company’s market value. It’s roughly 150 million dollars. You run a small-scale operation, and I can imagine it’s not easy. I’ll buy your company at its full value. The remaining tens of millions? Consider it a treat for coffee."

The print shop owner’s mind went blank, and he was rendered speechless.

The next moment, the owner’s legs gave way. With eyes wide open, he fell backward.

Alexander, taken aback, asked, "What happened to him?"

"Quick! Get his medication! He’s having a heart attack!"The worker shouted loudly.

Alexander seemed somewhat puzzled, "Is it really that serious?"

After taking his medication and resting for about fifteen minutes, the print shop owner gradually regained his senses.

Then, with tears streaming down, he clung to Alexander’s legs and sobbed, "Boss, from now on, you’re my boss. Whatever you need, I’m at your beck and call!"

Alexander chuckled, "So, are you willing to sell this print shop to me?"

Wiping his tears, the print shop owner replied, "Yes! Of course! Boss, do you need a woman by your side? I may not be good-looking, but my daughter is beautiful. How about I introduce her to you?"

Laughing, Alexander asked, "Is she a Psychic? Standards have risen nowadays. She has to be a Psychic at the very least."

The print shop owner looked puzzled, "What’s a psychic? Regardless, my daughter is truly beautiful. Would you like to meet her?"

Alexander shook his head, "Maybe next time. I have other important matters to attend to right now."

"..."

...

After acquiring the print shop, Alexander came inside and got ready to print his Fire Spirit charm.

He took out hundreds of top-quality elixirs, placed them in a grinder, and turned them all into powder. Using his elemental power, he transformed it.

Apart from a few differences in the elixir materials, the rest of the process was the same as before. Once everything was set up, the machines started to run.

With the efficiency of the print shop’s large printers, batches of Fire Spirit Talismans were produced one after the other.

"Sir, do you smoke cigars?" The original owner of the print shop followed Alexander, trying to ingratiate himself.

Sitting back in a chair, watching the scene of thousands of large printers working inside the factory, Alexander took a puff of his cigar and said, "Benjamin, how much can this print shop produce in a day?"

Benjamin replied with a smile, "Sir, we have a thousand large printers here. If we only print the pattern you requested, on average, we can print five sheets a minute, with a hundred patterns on each sheet. So, with a thousand machines, that’s five thousand sheets a minute, which means five hundred thousand!"

Alexander’s eyes sparkled. They could produce half a million prints in just a minute!

Impressive!

Seeing Alexander’s expression, Benjamin’s face beamed, and he said, "Because of the large-scale production, we’ll still need subsequent drying and cleaning processes. However, we should have the final product in about an hour."

Alexander nodded approvingly, "Very good! Very good!"

An hour later, Alexander, satisfied, stored the five hundred thousand Fire Spirit Talismans into the inner space of his ring and left the print shop.

On average, one high-quality elixir could produce five thousand Fire Spirit Talismans. If he hadn’t exhausted his stock of elixirs, he would definitely have printed several million more!

System said, "Host, you’ve actually printed five hundred thousand Fire Spirit Talismans! While they might not be as powerful as the ones I gave you, if detonated together, the power would be unimaginable!"

Alexander smiled, "Since I’m in such a dangerous place, I naturally have to be fully prepared, don’t you think?"