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Sure enough, after leaving them alone for two or three days, these Wandering Merchants, who couldn't even buy a single hair, became even more anxious, each of them practically wanting to roll up their bedding and wait outside the Manichaeism outpost.
If the major martial arts sects behind them were to intervene, perhaps they could get some consideration from Manichaeism, but as for these individuals, they truly weren't worth the effort for Manichaeism to kill! Moreover, if the people behind them were willing to step in, they wouldn't have handed over this lucrative business to these local tycoons!
Although they needed to pay a certain percentage to their backers for doing business, the remaining substantial profits still allowed them to live quite comfortably. Therefore, unless things escalated beyond control, they really didn't have the guts or courage to confront Manichaeism directly.
On the third day, when the Manichaeism outpost finally opened its doors, a crowd immediately surged forward.
"Master Sun, sell me these Special Products from the Western Regions; we can negotiate a good price and establish a long-term partnership!"
"Master Sun, I only need half; the price is also negotiable. Plus, I've brought Thunder Sand with me; it's excellent material for forging Divine Weapons. If you agree, I'll give you all three large boxes of Thunder Sand!"
"Master Sun, don't just listen to them; I have dozens of Korean ginseng plants, each over three hundred years old. Just give me some of the Western Region's Special Products, and I'll give you all the ginseng for free!"
The crowd was in chaos when Sun Youliang, surrounded in the middle, shouted sternly: "Everyone be quiet!"
At the same time, he couldn't help but admire his own leader. Indeed, just as the leader had said, these merchants were like cheap skins; the more favorable treatment they received, the more they would take advantage of it. But if you held a sword and looked fierce, they would bow low and serve you well.
With an angry roar from an Innate Martial Artist, the merchants immediately fell silent. Seeing that they had quieted down, Sun Youliang didn't say much more, fearing it would delay matters for his leader. He waved his hand and instructed his subordinates to bring out all the accumulated Special Products from the Western Regions using carts.
"Everyone, this year all the Special Products from the Western Regions are in my hands. If you want them, it's simple: the price is high, and that's the price I've set for all the Special Products today. If you want to buy, then come at this price; if there's competition, then naturally, you'll need to bid against each other."
After saying this, Sun Youliang didn't bother to look at them anymore. He stood there holding his treasured sword, as steady as a fisherman on a dock, showing no signs of urgency.
As soon as Sun Youliang finished speaking, a clever little follower who was at the sixth level of the acquired realm immediately brought over a few people to hand out booklets to the merchants. The booklets listed the starting prices for various types of Special Products from the Western Regions.
However, when those merchants saw the prices marked in the booklets, their expressions immediately darkened. This Manichaeism was simply too ruthless; it left them no room to maneuver.
For example, one type of Special Product from the Western Regions was cold iron ore, which is one of the important raw materials for forging Divine Weapons. This material is only found in the Western Regions, is difficult to mine, and has a low annual yield.
In the past, they would directly purchase cold iron ore from various small sects, where prices fluctuated greatly. Sometimes they could trade a cartload for just a few dozen pounds of salt, while other times they needed to use several taels of gold to obtain it.
However, businesspeople know very well that the more unstable the price, the greater the risk; it often means that wealth can be easily made! Some Special Products from the Western Regions could multiply in price tenfold or even more if safely transported back to Central Plains!
Moreover, if one had the guts to smuggle them to foreign tribes, it wouldn't be impossible for prices to increase by fifty times or more.
Don't talk about conscience or sentimentality with these bloodthirsty individuals; these wandering merchants have long hardened their hearts and are not like naive newcomers who only want to play the good guy! The most profitable methods are all written in legal texts!
Of course, no matter how lucrative an industry is, there will always be people who lose money due to poor management. But just because some people lose money doesn't mean that one won't be among those who strike it rich!
If someone truly seeks stability, very few fools would travel far to do business in the Western Regions.
After all, these days, the official roads are difficult to traverse, with heavy taxes and fees. When passing through the territories of some major sects, one also has to pay a considerable toll. This is still manageable; if they encounter some unruly bandits, it is possible that both people and goods could be taken away, and whether their lives would be spared is another matter entirely.
"Master Sun, your prices are simply outrageous!" exclaimed a merchant with a goatee, plump and fair like a minor official. In the pamphlet given to them by Sun Youliang, the price for cold iron stones was set at two for one silver coin! Such an exorbitant price, after deducting the costs of the round trip, would leave them with only a meager profit!
"That's right! I've been traveling this trade route to the Western Regions for over ten years, and I've never seen such ridiculous prices!" said another.
"Exactly! If it comes to that, I won't buy it!" One person, agitated, stirred up those who were already upset, causing them to shake their sleeves and furrow their brows.
Sun Youliang had received orders from Jiang Han and was not intimidated at all. He glanced at them sideways and sneered, "Not buying? Fine! If you don't want to buy, then get lost! No one is forcing you to buy!"
The group of Wandering Merchants was so furious that they pointed at Sun Youliang's nose but found themselves at a loss for words, yet they did not dare to act out in this place.
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