Undercurrents

The warehouse manager, whose features were ordinary, took the "Transaction Ledger" from Wang Qi. He habitually checked a few key points, then closed it with an exclamation:

"That's a big deal. Can the Four Suns City handle this much cargo?"

There had always been transactions with Four Suns City, but this time, the amount of resources they wanted was triple the usual.

"Perhaps they've gained more leverage, or maybe they have a new distribution channel."

Wang Qi's expression remained unchanged:

"Who cares? As long as we make money, that's all that matters. Hurry up and dispatch people to count the goods. Completing a transaction like this will surely win the favor of the new Deacon, and we might even get a reward."

With that, he flicked his sleeve, tossing something towards the warehouse manager.

"Old Xing, don't delay. Get your subordinates to move quickly."

"This... No problem." The warehouse manager opened his five fingers and snatched the Spirit Stone receipt. His eyes narrowed as he glanced at it.

This Wang Qi is really generous.

"Rest assured," the warehouse manager said, wiggling his index finger in front of Wang Qi, earnestly promising:

"One hour, and I'll have it all ready for you."

"Good." Wang Qi nodded with satisfaction. After discussing some details with the warehouse manager and agreeing to return in an hour, he briefly took his leave and walked out of the Silver Willow Pill Workshop.

"Master, you're rich, master, you're rich."

As soon as he stepped out of the Pill Workshop's entrance, several short, foul-smelling beggars shuffled over from the base of the wall, holding out their broken bowls with one or both hands, approaching Wang Qi.

"Scram!"

Wang Qi wrinkled his nose, feeling his good mood completely ruined. He stopped his forward steps, then resumed them