"Thirty-two thousand taels!"
Mosaide said.
"Thirty-five thousand taels!"
Zhao Fengchen said without any hesitation.
"Thirty-seven thousand taels!"
Mosaide gritted his teeth. The wealth of the merchants of the Western Regions was well known in the Central Plains. However, thirty thousand gold taels was still a huge sum to Mosaide.
Mosaide couldn't understand why the fellow before him would spend so much money to compete with him for a sword.
"Forty thousand taels!"
Zhao Fengchen replied resolutely, as though he wasn't talking about forty thousand gold taels, but just a number.
The Zhao Clan didn't lack money!
No matter what, Zhao Fengchen couldn't lose his prestige before a merchant from the Western Regions. Furthermore, the position of an Imperial Army marshal wasn't something that could be measured with money.
There was a limit to the number of marshals in the Imperial Army, and it wasn't every day that one would have such an opportunity. Furthermore, the moment one was promoted to the marshal of the Imperial Army, it was equivalent to opening the door to promotion. In the future, there would be more opportunities for one to come into contact with more cultivation techniques and resources, thus allowing one to rise to a higher position.
These weren't things that an ordinary commander could compare up to.
More importantly, no matter what, he couldn't lose to Huang Xiaotian!
"Forty-one thousand taels!"
Mosaide gritted his teeth. Clearly, he wasn't willing to do so.
"There's no need to compete! I won't sell it to you! "
Just when Zhao Fengchen was about to continue arguing, Wang Chong suddenly turned around and said something that left the both of them dumbfounded.
The moment he said those words, the rowdy crowd suddenly fell silent. Everyone's gazes fell on Wang Chong.
"Why?!"
Astonished, the both of them blurted out.
Forty thousand gold taels, such a high price was already two times that of Wang Chong's. Any ordinary person would probably be overjoyed by the news and would be dying to sell the sword as soon as possible.
Yet, Wang Chong rejected the offer.
"Isn't the reason why you hung the sword in the Bluebottle Pavilion so that you can sell it?"
Zhao Fengchen said.
"That's right! With such a high price, why would Wang gongzi refuse to sell it? Isn't this reasonable for gongzi? "
Mosaide also said.
Wang Chong's words had really caught him off guard. Mosaide had thought of the possibility of encountering a strong competitor, but he never expected that the owner of the sword, Wang Chong, would actually refuse to sell it!
"I've already told you that you only have seven days. You can't touch or look at him. Furthermore, he only had two hours a day, and he wouldn't miss it. Now, seven days have passed, and the two hours of selling time … has also passed! "
Wang Chong pointed to the Bluebottle Pavilion.
In that instant, Zhao Fengchen, Mosaide, Cheng Youqing, Huang Jiao, and the others were all dumbfounded. Only then did everyone remember that Wang Chong had indeed mentioned this rule on the first day.
His sword was only for sale for seven days. No one was allowed to look at it or touch it. Furthermore, it was only for two hours a day!
Everyone had heard of this rule countless times, but no one took it to heart. But no one expected that they would be rejected by Wang Chong because of this rule.
"Wei Hao, let's go!"
Ignoring Mosaide and Zhao Fengchen, Wang Chong beckoned Wei Hao and left. This time, Wei Hao didn't doubt Wang Chong's words. With a smile, he turned around and quickly followed behind Wang Chong.
"Wait a moment, rules can be changed. Wang gongzi, I'm willing to pay a higher price! "
Mosaide called out from behind.
Wang Chong smiled, as though he didn't hear Mosaide's words. In an instant, he covered a distance of several dozen zhang. With a flick of his sleeves, Wang Chong quickly dived into the carriage.
Boom!
Behind him, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
"Insane, he's really going insane! How can there be such a person in the world, refusing money that is offered to him! "
"Forty thousand gold taels! That's forty thousand gold taels! What in the world is that fellow thinking? "
"Aren't swords meant to be sold? Since others are willing to buy it, why shouldn't he sell it? If you don't want it, give it to me! "
"How regretful! If only I knew that this sword is worth so much money, I would have bought it on the first day. "
…
The crowd howled in agony, and they felt as though they were going insane. No one knew what Wang Chong was thinking. To many people, this was an opportunity that they could only dream of, and yet Wang Chong had so cleanly rejected it, not the slightest bit tempted.
Recalling the precious gems inlaid on Wang Chong's sword, many of them felt their intestines turning green. They beat their chests and stomped their feet in regret.
Just the gems inlaid on Wang Chong's WuZi Steel Sword alone was worth more than six hundred gold taels. However, despite so many people watching it that day, not a single one of them made a move.
Even more so, no one expected the sword to be worth so much!
Upon thinking of this, the crowd felt a 'heart-wrenching pain'.
"These scions sure earn money quickly! They don't have to do anything and they can earn a huge sum of money. "
However, just as the crowd was making a ruckus, no one noticed that in the corner of the crowd, there was a man in his thirties or forties. He had an unshaven beard and disheveled clothes. He looked like a hooligan, and he was silently watching the direction in which Wang Chong had left.
No one knew when this person arrived, and no one knew where he came from. All they knew was that this person had witnessed the entire process of the sword gamble.
"… 32 swords, each losing 1200 gold taels, adding up to 38,400 gold taels. This is truly a huge sum of money! "
The man looked in the direction of Wang Chong, and his eyes flashed with an indescribable emotion.
In this era where mathematics wasn't advanced, most people had to use their fingers to calculate from one to ten. However, this hooligan-like man was extremely familiar with the process. Without even thinking, he easily calculated the profit that Wang Chong had earned from the gamble.
Chuckling, the man suddenly leaned against the wall and shakily stood up. Then, he walked in the direction of Wang Chong.
…
The carriage didn't move.
Shen Hai and Meng Long were outside instructing the men from the Bluebottle Pavilion to move boxes after boxes of gold into the carriage. On the other hand, Wang Chong and Wei Hao were waiting silently in the carriage.
Several ten thousand gold taels wasn't a small sum. However, with the men from the Duke of Wei Residence guarding them, they weren't afraid of anyone causing trouble. Wang Chong and Wei Hao were waiting for Shen Hai and Meng Long to finish their task.
"38,400 gold taels. Once this is done, I won't be too far away from my target of 90,000 gold taels."
After settling the problem of the sword duel gamble, Wang Chong felt much more at ease.
Without having to sell a single sword, just the sword duel gamble alone had earned him an additional 40,000 gold taels. This was something that Wang Chong didn't expect.
Even though he was still a distance away from reaching 90,000 gold taels, Wang Chong wasn't in a hurry. He had his own plans for everything that had happened.
"After I'm done with this matter, I will be able to focus on my cultivation."
Wang Chong quietly said to himself. His hands clasped the back of his head, his body relaxed, and he slowly leaned back against the wall of the carriage.
The pressure from the clan was too great, and all sorts of dangers followed him like a shadow. A single misstep could lead to his complete defeat.
Under such circumstances, Wang Chong didn't dare to be distracted. Naturally, he wouldn't be able to focus on his cultivation either.
However, now that he had resolved his clan's crisis and obtained the Hyderabad ores, Wang Chong had laid down the most stable foundation for his future.
With this, Wang Chong could finally be free of worries.
"Wang Chong, why didn't you announce your identity at the Bluebottle Pavilion? If you had done so, you would have been able to save yourself some trouble. "
In the carriage, Wei Hao suddenly spoke. Even now, he still couldn't understand this matter. If those fellows knew that Wang Chong was a descendant of the Wang Clan, their attitude would definitely be different.
"There's no need for that!"
Wang Chong smiled. "I can settle such trivial matters myself. If I were to rely on my clan for everything, wouldn't I be lacking in ambition?"
Wei Hao was taken aback. He didn't expect this.
"What about Zhao Fengchen? It's 40,000 gold taels, it's a pity that I missed such a good opportunity. "
Wei Hao said with a pained expression.
Even though he believed in Wang Chong's decision, he couldn't help but feel that it was a pity that he had missed out on 40,000 gold taels just like that.
Hearing Wei Hao's words, the smile on Wang Chong's face widened.
"Don't worry, I won't be able to escape!"
Wang Chong said.
There were some things that Wang Chong didn't go into detail about. Wei Hao didn't know that the reason why Wang Chong set up the rule of not looking at or touching the swords was because he had no intention of selling them at all.
The crux of 'hunger marketing' was to not satisfy the buyer's appetite easily. If Wang Chong had agreed to Zhao Fengchen's request, he would have gotten the 40,000 gold taels. However, he wouldn't be able to sell the other WuZi Steel swords at such a price!
This was something that Wang Chong couldn't do.
As for Zhao Fengchen, Wang Chong wasn't worried about him at all. Given the deep affinity between him and the WuZi Steel swords, it was impossible for him to run away.
However, these weren't things of this era, so it wasn't appropriate for Wang Chong to tell Wei Hao about it.
Shen Hai and Meng Long were extremely efficient. In just a short moment, the 38,400 gold taels had been moved. Half of it was moved to Wang Chong's carriage while the other half was moved to Wei Hao's carriage. The experts of the Wei Residence followed behind the carriage.
"Gongzi, it's done!"
Shen Hai and Meng Long pulled open the curtains and entered the carriage. Wang Chong nodded his head. With a wave of his hand, the carriage started moving from the Bluebottle Pavilion and slowly moved forward.
"Ah! What are you doing? Do you even know how to walk? Are you blind! "
The carriage made a turn, and after traveling for a dozen meters, a commotion suddenly occurred in front of them. Following which, Coachman's berating voice sounded. It seemed as though someone had charged under the carriage.
Before Wang Chong and Wei Hao could react, 'kacha', the door of the carriage was forcefully opened from the outside. A dirty hand reached in and Wang Chong and Wei Hao saw a disheveled, mischievous head.
"Gongzi, please lend me some money. Don't worry, I will write a contract and return it to you in the future. "
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