"Commander, this price inquiry jade slip is anonymous. They're asking whether we have any gray heads to dispose of. If we do, what grades, how many, and at what price?" Niu Er, who had rushed over, wore a delighted expression.
"Tell them we have gray heads aplenty. We have everything from colorless, one-color, two-color, three-color, four-color, to five-color. As for the price, let them name their own for anything below five-color. For a five-color gray head, one Marshal-class Spirit Boat no more than three generations old!"
Ye Zhen's answer was rather cryptic, but Niu Er, as the head of the Heavenly Patrol Division's spies, was thoroughly familiar with this underworld jargon.
"All right, I'll send the reply at once!" As he spoke, he gave Ye Zhen a thumbs-up. "Sir, that price is truly black-hearted!
A single five-color gray head, and you dare ask for a Marshal-class Spirit Boat? I'm afraid there won't be many who can afford that price," Niu Er said.
"Not necessarily. The head of a Devil Race Dao Realm Demon Venerable can easily be exchanged for the title of a third-rank Marquis. Though it's a landless, nonhereditary Marquis title, as useless as a condiment, it would still be worth it to powerful families with many descendants—especially those who dote on their younger sons and grandsons—as well as nobles who may be facing the loss of their titles..."
Before Ye Zhen could finish, Niu Er's subordinate brought over another stack of jade slips. After one glance, Niu Er cried out in surprise, "Commander, more have come! These are all price inquiry jade slips! Those fellows really do have noses like hounds.
It hasn't even been half an hour since the Grand Governor's Mansion sent out that official victory report, has it?"
"Of course they're anxious!"
"The Millennial War