Flying Sausage! The Space Gate's Opening Success!

The night was already deep.

Fu Wen lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

It wasn't insomnia, but rather a single thought spinning incessantly in his mind.

Oscar's Flying Sausage allowed the consumer to fly at the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow for one hour.

Furthermore, it could be detached from his body and consumed by others.

Wasn't this a ready-made commodity?

Short shelf life? Then contact buyers in advance and arrange for same-day production and delivery.

Can only make five at a time? Then take the boutique route; scarcity creates value.

Five sausages, if sold well, would at least be a significant source of income.

Although Shrek Academy still had some money on the books, they were eating through their savings.

As the number of students grew, they would need cultivation resources, medicinal herbs, and equipment—which of these didn't cost money?

Rather than waiting until the money ran out to find a solution, it was better to open up a stable revenue stream now.

Fu Wen turned over and glanced at Oscar, who was already asleep beside him.

This guy had no idea what a treasure he held in his hands.

The next morning, in the cafeteria.

Flender was holding a bowl of porridge, drinking it with gusto.

Fu Wen set down his bowl and chopsticks and spoke up.

"Dad, I have an idea."

"Speak."

Flender didn't even look up.

"I think we can take Xiao Ao's Flying Sausage to the auction house to sell."

As soon as these words were spoken, the table went quiet for a moment.

Oscar froze, his spoon suspended in mid-air.

Ma Hongjun, his mouth stuffed with a bun, widened his eyes.

Zhao Wuji set down his chopsticks and looked at Fu Wen with interest.

Flender raised his head and pushed up his glasses.

"Sell? How would we sell them?"

"Xiao Ao can currently make five Flying Sausages at a time, with a shelf life of one day."

Fu Wen said unhurriedly, "We can contact the auction house in advance and have them notify clients with specific needs."

"Produce them the same day, deliver them the same day, and auction them the same day."

"The buyers can consume them immediately or keep them as a backup, solving the shelf-life issue."

"As for the price..."

Fu Wen paused. "Start the bidding at two Gold Soul Coins, and they should sell for around fifty Gold Soul Coins each."

"Selling all five would mean two hundred and fifty Gold Soul Coins."

"And this is only at the second ring; as Xiao Ao's level increases, both the quantity and quality will improve."

"By then, this will become a stable source of income for the academy."

Flender set down his spoon and fell silent.

He was doing the math.

Zhao Wuji was calculating as well.

Li Yusong pushed up his glasses and was the first to speak.

"Fifty Gold Soul Coins each, wouldn't that be too expensive?"

"Not expensive."

Fu Wen shook his head. "The speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow is something even a seventh-ring Soul Saint might not be able to catch."

"One sausage is one life; buying a life for fifty Gold Soul Coins is cheap for those wealthy merchants or nobles."

"Besides, we are going through an auction; the highest bidder wins."

"Fifty is the floor; with a bit of luck, it could be even higher."

Li Yusong thought for a moment and nodded.

Zhao Wuji tapped the table and said, "I think it's worth a try."

"After all, for five sausages, the cost is practically zero."

"If it sells, we profit; if it doesn't, we lose nothing."

"Xiao Ao, what do you think?"

He looked toward Oscar.

Oscar scratched his head, looking somewhat hesitant.

"I... I have no problem with it."

"It's just that I'm a bit nervous. What if no one buys them?"

"If no one buys them, we'll just take them back and eat them ourselves."

Fu Wen said indifferently, "We aren't losing anything, anyway."

Oscar thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Fine! Let's give it a try!"

Flender glanced at Fu Wen, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

This kid's brain worked better than his.

"Then it's settled."

Flender slapped the table. "After we finish eating, I'll go contact the largest auction house in Suotuo City."

"Xiao Ao, get some good rest today and keep your energy up."

"You'll be making the sausages at the auction house this afternoon."

Suotuo City, auction house.

This was the largest trading venue in the city, backed by Martial Soul Hall, ensuring its reputation.

With Flender appearing in person, his status as a seven-ring Soul Saint was clear, and the manager of the auction house dared not be negligent.

"Dean Flender, this... Flying Sausage you mentioned, is it really that miraculous?"

Manager Gu was a middle-aged man in his forties, shrewd and capable.

"Eating it allows one to fly at the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow for one hour."

Flender placed a pre-prepared Flying Sausage on the table.

"You can find someone to test it; we'll talk after they've tried it."

Manager Gu hesitated for a moment, then called over one of the auction house's guards.

The guard was a five-ring Soul King who had seen his fair share of things.

He picked up the Flying Sausage and took a bite.

A few seconds later, blue wings of light burst open behind his back.

The guard was stunned.

He tried flapping his wings, and his entire body lifted off the ground, hovering in the room.

The speed was astonishing, and his turns were as agile as a swallow.

Manager Gu's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"This... this is..."

"The speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow."

Flender leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs with a calm expression.

The guard landed back on the ground, his face full of shock.

"Boss Gu, this thing... it's terrifying."

"Just now, I felt that even if a Soul Saint came, they might not necessarily be able to catch me."

Manager Gu took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"Dean Flender, how many of these... do you have?"

"Not many, just a few a week."

Flender didn't tell the truth, holding up two fingers. "Scarcity creates value."

"Furthermore, the shelf life is only one day; they must be made and auctioned on the same day."

"So my requirement is that you notify interested clients in advance so they can come to bid."

Manager Gu nodded repeatedly.

"No problem, no problem! This thing will have no trouble selling!"

"How do you plan to price it?"

"Starting bid of two Gold Soul Coin, with no upper limit."

Flender stood up and patted Manager Gu on the shoulder.

"I'll have the students come to make them on-site this afternoon; you just arrange the auction."

"You got it!"

Manager Gu personally saw Flender to the door.

In the afternoon, at the auction house.

Oscar stood backstage, his palms slick with sweat.

"Brother Wen, I'm nervous."

"What's there to be nervous about?"

Fu Wen leaned against the wall, his expression calm. "It's not like you're going on stage to fight."

"You're just making a sausage, and then you leave."

"What if nobody buys it?"

"If nobody buys it, we just take it back."

Fu Wen glanced at him. "You aren't losing anything."

Oscar took a deep breath and nodded.

"Distinguished guests, today the auction house has a special item up for bid."

Manager Gu stood on the stage, a smile on his face.

"It is not a spirit bone, not a medicinal herb, and not a weapon."

"But it can save your life."

The crowd below became interested.

"What kind of thing is so mysterious?"

Someone shouted.

Manager Gu didn't play coy and spoke directly:

"Flying Sausage. After eating it, one can fly for an hour at the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow."

"Everyone here should be well aware of the speed of a Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow."

"Even a nine-ring Title Douluo might not be able to catch up to it."

"That is why I say, it can save your life."