In Japan, Dragon Horn Powder was a product with exceptionally stable sales.
Every pharmacy ordered a predictable amount.
Based on their previous ordering schedule and sales data, Matsumoto Pharmacy should have already placed its order for the new quarter.
'Did something go wrong?'
'Or... had something happened that he didn't know about?'
A sense of foreboding washed over Fujimoto.
"Secretary!" he pressed the button for the intercom, his voice filled with unease.
A capable-looking female secretary quickly walked in.
"Find out immediately! What the hell is going on with Matsumoto Pharmacy? Why haven't they placed an order with us this quarter!"
"Yes, sir!"
The secretary didn't dare to hesitate and immediately went to carry out his order.
Several hours later, the secretary returned to the office holding an investigation report, a strange expression on her face.
