Nearly a month had passed since the Poverty Alleviation Conference.
Musk thought carefully, feeling as though he had seen a description like this before—or perhaps not.
Still, just as the captain had said, he had felt at the time that building a small territory on a mountain was rather foolish.
Without sufficient resources for development, its ability to withstand risks was poor, so its basic development had to be made solid.
And food, drink, and sanitation happened to be the most important part of that foundation.
Like Giant Stone Territory, without suitable terrain for cultivation and development, it could only rely on outside channels to purchase food.
Once it encountered a territory like Tyrael Territory, where its goods could not be sold, the territory would automatically fall into trouble.
When selling goods, others knew of your difficulties and deliberately forced down the price.
If you refused to lower it, they would join forces with all the surrounding territories to pressure you.
Lacking supplies, you would be forced to exchange them at a lower price, while the other side would take a mile after being given an inch. The price would inevitably fall lower and lower.
There were many ways to break out of such a predicament. The simplest was to punch your way out.
But did Giant Stone Territory have that ability?
"Brother Song, think it over carefully. When you come back next time, it won't be this price."
The person who had spoken earlier shouted another warning.
Seeing the people from Giant Stone Territory snort and leave, the onlookers immediately burst into laughter.
The medicine from Giant Stone Territory was indeed both good and cheap, but who wouldn't want the price to be even lower?
"Tsk."
Musk gave an indistinct grunt, feeling somewhat contemptuous of the behavior at the