"By then...
There will definitely be shops looking to make a killing, dumping large quantities of precious Spirit Medicine that have been sitting in their stores."
As he spoke.
Shopkeeper Zhang's face was filled with calm composure, as though he had already seized the small shops' Achilles' heel.
Clearly.
In order to make his employer value him more, he was prepared to stop acting like a human being.
Seeing this, Cheng Buzheng gave him a speechless glance and could not help thinking to himself:
With that thirty-six-degree mouth of yours, how can you speak such ice-cold words!
Sure enough!
The more conscience one lacks, the more one earns!
Still, the young Mortal Cultivator shook his head, ignoring the other man's black-hearted words as he said directly:
"There's no need for that!"
"Continue purchasing according to the fluctuations in the market prices outside."
Upon hearing this!
Shopkeeper Zhang immediately grew anxious and hurriedly advised:
"Employer, the shops can't keep operating at a loss forever!"
"Even if we throw all the shops' other profits into it, it still won't be enough to fill this hole!
And the hole is only getting bigger."
On this matter...
As the shops' shopkeeper, no one knew better than he did how many Spirit Stones the shops had to pour in each day to plug the gap.
He saw it all with his own eyes, and it gnawed at his heart.
Most importantly...
He did not want the shops to close down and lose this cushy job.
However.
The young Mortal Cultivator's expression was exceptionally resolute.
"No more need be said. I have my own considerations."
Then he gave a soft sigh, assuming a compassionate expression as he added:
"It isn't easy for those small shops to earn a few Spirit Stones.
Besides, I'm not short of