I Have Been Called The Idiot Son Behind My Back. But I Remembered Memories, And I Can Use The Abilities I Had In My Past Life. So I Will Make Use of Major Online Stores Like Am**on And Aim for a Slow Life for Now - 81

Chapter 81: Already Given Up

As we discussed these issues over breakfast as a family, Father approached me with a serious expression.

“I’ve heard about the affairs in Lorraine. It seems to be going well so far.”

“Thank you. If things continue like this without any issues, we should be able to establish a solid position and brand. Even if other territories try to imitate us like they did with wheat, it won’t be easy to snatch away buyers. After all, alcohol isn’t something where ‘cheaper is better’; rather, it’s often thought that ‘the higher the price, the better’. Setting our prices higher than what we already have won’t sell unless it matches the taste, and a territory or brewery labeled as ‘expensive but not worth it’ would find it quite difficult to recover at that point.”

Father realized he was speaking too quickly, like a machine gun, upon hearing about the business in Lorraine, and although there were plenty more strategies he wanted to discuss, embarrassment overwhelmed him, so he suppressed his urge to speak further for now.

“I’ve heard this from Schwarz, but indeed, my son seems to be the most brilliant person in the world!”

“Well, of course? You know. After all, he’s the child born between you and me. It’s only natural that he’s the smartest in the world!”

“Yes, now that you mention it, that’s true!”

And apparently, the details I had already shared with Schwarz had been relayed to Father. This meant that it was known that I had been boasting and talking rapidly about knowledge that the other party already knew, causing my embarrassment to skyrocket and naturally leading to significant mental damage.

Father, without any sign of noticing how much distress his own son was feeling about such matters, continued to praise me, which Mother readily agreed with, forming the usual pattern where both parents lifted me up.

I understand that they love me, but I’ve already given up on the hope that they’ll ever realize that their constant praise has led me to misunderstand and become conceited—thinking that I’m forgiven for anything because I’m supposedly the smartest and most brilliant genius.

While I think this, seeing my parents still praising me left and right, I’ve already given up on the idea that they’ll ever notice, even if I were to die.