Before long, strings of still-warm grilled meat were packed up by the Goblins and carried with great effort into the warehouse by local Orcs. But the aroma of the meat sparked a violent scramble. The strong Mag'har Orcs formed the leading group, each grabbing huge handfuls of grilled meat and wolfing it down. The weaker Orcs fought over the rest in even greater chaos.
The Orc representative paying the Goblins heard the commotion from the warehouse. He turned back with disdain, spat, and cursed, "Uncultured savages. All they know is fighting and snatching over everything."
"Hehehe, isn't that better? There'll be more business next time." The Goblin deftly separated the kickback coins, put them into a bag, and handed it to the Orc buyer.
The other party swiftly put it away without changing expression, then sighed. "The higher-ups don't want to buy any more. Your prices are simply too high."
The Goblin cried poverty. "You think we made a fortune this time? You have no idea how much we had to raise prices to snap up all the meat on the market. Our actual costs were several times higher than usual. And to sell this batch quickly and make sure it didn't rot in our hands, we had to find buyers somehow."
As he spoke, several new freight wagons rolled over, and another batch of fresh meat was unloaded. The Goblins immediately got busy again and started grilling more meat.
The Orc buyer was dumbfounded. "Just how much meat did you stockpile? No wonder I haven't seen any meat for sale in the market these past few days."
The Goblin lowered his voice. "Don't you want to make a little more gold? This batch can only fetch a high price for the next two days. Once word gets out that