When you had doubts about someone, you shouldn't employ them; once you did, you shouldn't doubt them.
Since that was the case,
Shen Changchuan didn't hesitate. He handed Guo Cheng the Storage Bag containing all his Spirit Grain.
After that, Shen Changchuan decided not to get involved in the networking and pulling strings.
There was no need to imagine how tedious that whole process would be.
If it didn't work out, he could always just sell it at the market price.
He couldn't be bothered to spend so much energy just to earn another ten or so Spirit Stones.
Shen Changchuan had always been clear-eyed about things.
Most things were external possessions,
and only one's cultivation and strength truly belonged to oneself and were worth caring about most.
They exchanged contact information,
then Shen Changchuan parted ways with the others.
Afterward, he stopped by a few other places and casually asked a shop nearby that bought Spirit Grain about its prices. They offered one Spirit Stone for every ten and a half jin of Spirit Grain.
That was no surprise to him.
The traveling merchants clearly knew one another and shared an unspoken understanding.
They all charged roughly the same price.
There wouldn't be much variation.
Perhaps a particularly sociable person or a gifted haggler could spend half a day bargaining and raise the purchase price a little, but probably not by much.
It wasn't worth the effort.
Shen Changchuan couldn't be bothered to ask around any further.
He made his way to the nearby plaza, where people had set up stalls.
There were countless stalls across the plaza, packed tightly into an area spanning more than a dozen football fields.
Among the stallholders were individual merchants who had come from Qing City alongside the caravan, as well as Rogue