The Industrialist

Chapter 125 Omnexus Market

Lance was not sure if Mari was talking authentically or sarcastically. She had an indifferent look, mocking stares, and pouty condescending lips. Lance felt that Mari did not like people who lived and were born in the Commoners' Sector.

Whatever it may be, Mari would still process Lance's registration for Electrical Tier 1.

"That's odd. Is it free?" Mari looked at the SAC recommendations on Lance's CloudArchive Tablet.

"Yeah, I guess so," Lance said.

"Well, you're in luck. Promoting to Electrical Tier 1 amounts to 8000 units."

'8000 units? That's a fortune. No wonder only the middle-classers and high-classers could reach that far,' Lance thought.

"Congratulations, Mister Berkley," Mari said flatly, her eyes looking down on her tab. "You are now officially an Electrical Tier 1 Scientist. In your tab, you will see the perks."

"Thanks," Lance responded.

Lance glanced at his tab and navigated his perks as an Electrical Tier

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[Rank] Electrical Tier 1

[Perks]

[1] Access to Scrap Yard Tier 4

[2] Access to Omnexus Market – Tier 1

[3] One slot Business Opportunity

[4] Two-bedroom penthouse in Arcadia Villas, Tyronis Sector

[5] Slots for TOR positions

[6] Free PreMasters courses

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"Yes, sir. We are doing good business here. Wait a minute, I recognize you from someplace else," Cyrus said, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a friendly slender face, his body wrapped in a gold tunic and heaved with a variety of gleaming jewelry that hung on various parts of his body.

"Would you be kind to share your income here?" Lance neglected the gesture.

"Hmm... I knew it. You are the Savior of our City. Mister Berkley!"

"That's me," Lance said. "So, are you doing good here?"

"Well, it is not a secret that the Omnexus Market is a lucrative business. I will give you a range, just a hint. We are earning 2000 to 5000 units."

'That's rather low.' Lance thought. The income did not connect with his estimate.

"Wait? That's a month, right?" Lance clarified.

"No, sir. It's my daily income. Depending on the season of course." Cyrus smirked.

'What? Outrageous!' Lance cursed inwardly.

"This Demetrian Season, what is your most saleable product?"

Cyrus laughed. "Cigars, of course, Mister Berkley.

Well, the High echelons want to puff cigars during the cold season, don't you think?"

"I guess so. Where did you get the cigars from? I have heard that these were made from Terrabitha City."

"This is a black market custom approved. I am not really sure, but I got these from Jonaz Enterprises."

'The Mafia?' Lance had confirmed before that the Mafia had black market merchandise all over the city. He was not expecting that the mafia's reach would include the High Tier Markets. It's so obvious.

"Sanctioned?"

"Yes, Mister Berkley. We are sanctioned here. Although, only to an extent."

"Have you heard about the Committee on Illegal Scrap Use?" Lance asked. Jaqi must have audited this place.

"CISU, Jaqi Leric? Yes, I know Miss Jaqi. She frequently comes here for jewelry. I know what you are thinking. Why aren't we closed yet because of her? The GLD executive orders for CISU have many loopholes. And one of them, is the due process proceedings. I am sure CISU is investigating Jonaz Enterprises now. If they are closed, then we cease to sell off these black market merch. Then, High Echelon citizens would complain. You know them. They don't care if they got it illegally or legally, as long as the merch feeds their desires."