Chapter 381 Power Shifts
Fishnet:
Several major shipping companies that had once joined forces to pressure the farm and unilaterally cut off routes were now facing a situation far worse than what the farm had experienced.
NovaSea Transport’s fate after being permanently blacklisted by the farm stood as a harsh warning of what might await them.
Partners began delaying, reducing, or outright canceling orders for various reasons.
Within the companies, employees, especially those with family members in need of mental power treatment, started submitting resignations one after another. They feared being affected by the farm’s strict “associated parties blacklist.”
Some of them, like Orla before, had a clear goal and headed straight for Planet A001.
The companies’ stock prices plunged under a wave of bad news and panic selling, dropping like a kite with its string cut. Their market value evaporated at an alarming rate.
Finally, under immense pressure and the looming threat of collapse, these shipping companies could no longer maintain their false arrogance. They gave in completely.
Almost tripping over one another, they reached out to Elizabeth with an attitude that was nearly submissive.
Each communication request was more polite than the last, each message more earnest than the one before.
“Ms. Schofield, hello. Regarding our previous risk assessment of the Planet A001 route, we have conducted a thorough and careful review and found that there were serious errors and misjudgments in the original information. The Planet A001 route fully meets safety standards. We hereby formally withdraw our previous decision and sincerely hope to resume cooperation with your farm. We would like to reopen regular routes between Planet A001 and Centria Planet, as well as other major sectors across the kingdom. We are prepared to offer the most competitive shipping rates and priority cargo space.”
Every word reflected their urgency to make amends and win back favor.
However, the response they received was complete indifference.
Elizabeth replied, “Thank you for the update. Decisions about opening or closing routes are your company’s business. There is no need to inform us. Planet A001 is not a private sector, so you may proceed based on your own judgment.”
There was no acceptance, no criticism, and not even a hint of concern.
It was as if she were responding to a stranger about something entirely insignificant.
This completely unexpected and casual reply only made the executives of those shipping companies even
more uneasy.
They gathered together and held an emergency meeting overnight. The conference room was filled with smoke, tension, and quiet calculation.
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The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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