Negotiations between the two sides continued until the auction ended. Overall, they went fairly smoothly, and a preliminary agreement was reached. Rong Chang's guarantee ultimately was not put forward. The consignor was rich and overbearing, directly throwing out a hundred drops of Xuanming True Water, both to prepare for the trade fair and to build momentum.
A hundred drops of Xuanming True Water weighed more than ten thousand jin, and their value was beyond measure. Even a "big shot" like Rong Chang, whose crumbs leaking through his fingers could shake the trading houses of the five cities of Central South into trembling, felt his eyelids twitch wildly. His estimation of the person before him soared in a straight line.
With such a grand gesture, even if this person was not some great power, he was undoubtedly the agent of one.
Such an amount of Xuanming True Water—what kind of tribulation had it drawn, and how had it been gathered?
After the negotiations ended, the consignor met up with his companion and soon vanished into the darkness. Only after a while did Rong Chang draw his gaze back from the night and turn to Shen Wan.
"Since that person thinks so highly of you, you will handle this trade fair from start to finish. I understand your thoughts, but I must emphasize this once more: the established strategy cannot change. As for how far you can take things through this trade fair, and whether you can influence the rise and fall of the momentum—that is another matter."
Shen Wan's expression remained calm as she lowered her head and acknowledged the order.
Rong Chang looked at her once more, then entered with his hands behind his back, his thoughts still somewhat unsettled.
The initial outline for this trade fair had merely been