Whose Temper Was Worse?

Feng Jun sneered. "Do I look like someone short of money?"

The heir's mouth twitched again. Not money? That made things difficult.

He had actually heard that Feng Jun cared deeply about all kinds of cultivation techniques and rare treasures.

Unfortunately, he had very little of those things on hand.

It was not that Duke Yongyi's Estate lacked them, but that he personally did not have any—whenever he needed something, he simply took it from the treasury. Who would dare refuse him?

Strictly speaking, the Heir of Duke Yongyi already regarded himself as the future duke.

Whatever tributes he received outside, so long as he had no use for them, he would have someone put them directly into the ducal accounts.

After all, the entire ducal estate would be his someday. There was no point in hoarding things for himself now; he might as well build up some credit first.

After hesitating, he spoke again. "What if I pay with rare treasures or cultivation techniques?"

"You intended to make at least ten thousand taels of gold from me," Feng Jun began calculating the account in detail. As he spoke, he stared at the other man like a tiger eyeing its prey, preventing him from glossing over the matter. "Do you intend to deny that?"

If the other party planned to earn one hundred taels of gold from a single lighting system, then ten thousand taels of gold was merely the profit from one hundred systems.

Feng Jun had priced such systems at two hundred taels of gold each. Although the price was rather high and few could afford it, the Yu Family alone had bought three sets. In a vast kingdom like the Donghua Kingdom, selling several thousand sets would be as easy as playing around, wouldn't it?

The heir