"You can go all in. As for those who don't want to make money, just let them stew with envy. By the time they want to get in, it won't be so easy anymore, and the profit share certainly won't remain at the level I'm offering now." I gave a soft snort.
In truth, I understood Quan Tiao's thoughts. How could this gatekeeping disciple dare stake his entire fortune and life on gambling with me about tomorrow? So he planned to put his eggs in different baskets. If I could withstand the threats from the other factions—or if war broke out outright—then he would certainly continue investing and enter the market bit by bit. But where in the world were there so many bargains to be had?
My meaning was decisive and firm: if he refused to enter the market all at once and instead waited before placing his bets, I would not give him any greater benefits.
"Master, please rest assured. This disciple will do everything in his power to persuade the other merchants to move into Gourd Immortal City." Quan Tiao looked as though he trusted me completely.
"Good. Immediately select your people and supplies and head to Gourd Immortal City to settle in. Begin training the underground-city immortals so they can take up their posts. Also, inform the immortals in this realm about Gourd Immortal City's upcoming activities. The immortals will surely come flocking once they hear the news. When the time comes, if you cooperate properly, how could you fail to make a fortune? Hurry and get this done. I'll have Taixian Pavilion relocate at once." I waved him off, urging him to deal with the matter quickly.
Quan Tiao was very excited, but he had clearly restrained himself. He probably would not stake all his