In the imperial palace of Black Moon City, Great Zhou, Zhou Xu's eyes flashed with surprise when he received the reply.
"Ho, Peter's suddenly gotten clever."
But Zhou Xu soon shook his head.
"Still, I never planned to play along with you."
For one thing, he did not yet have enough Individual Crossbows on hand to sell out Fisher's batch and produce another one to sell to Peter.
For another, all he needed to do was maintain the rule of "the highest bidder wins" to make this money with ease. There was no need to cooperate with Peter in putting on this farce.
Not to mention, he was confident that even if he refused, Peter would still help drive up the price for him!
The reason was very simple: the higher Peter pushed the price, the greater Fisher's losses would be when he tried to swallow the next batch.
The Rakshasa Republican Party and the Smith Republic, as hostile parties, would never pass up a chance to ruthlessly cut into Fisher's assets. To Peter, a member of the Rakshasa Republican Party, this was itself a wonderful thing, so he certainly would not let this rare opportunity slip away.
"How long until the next batch of Matchlock Guns is produced?"
In response to the question, Li Bowen below thought for a moment before promptly answering.
"Your Majesty, they should be finished by the end of the month."
With that answer, Zhou Xu immediately had a clear picture. Grinning, he pulled out a sheet of letter paper and began writing to Fisher.
Taking into account the time needed for the letter to travel there and back, sending it out now left them more than enough time.
When Fisher received the letter and opened it, he immediately laughed.
"How many coins have you