"There really are so many geniuses in this world."
Chen Fan sighed softly and said nothing more. After a busy day, he was a little tired himself.
The business in Northbank City was settled for the time being.
Next, he would complete the Mortal Domain's basic infrastructure and prepare for the Auction a month away. He wanted to open up the Trade Route between Jiangnan and Jiangbei and flood the market with his inexpensive, high-quality goods.
Even if others were unhappy about it.
They would have to put up with it.
When he was in a good mood, he would take things slowly and earn a steady trickle of profits.
When he was in a bad mood, he would push forward with the Nine-Five Dragon Chariot and clear his stock in one go.
Northbank City.
The Market Master of the North River Market, that Level 2 Builder, was kneeling expressionlessly before his family's ancestral shrine. Gazing at the portrait of his ancestor hanging on the wall, he murmured, "Ancestor, you must have been pulling a lot of strings for me down there."
"How did we suddenly become the strongest power in Northbank City?"
"I wasn't ready for this yet."
The North River Market.
It had originally ranked fourth among the powers in Northbank City, but as a neutral faction, it was rarely mentioned. Whenever people spoke of Northbank City, they spoke of the other factions.
He had wanted to join their ranks and make them the Four Great Powers.
But it had been difficult.
After the Rainy Season ended.
The Qiuhe Wang Family had approached him and mortgaged their Camp. He had known his chance had come. Perhaps he could replace the Qiuhe Wang Family as one of Northbank City's Three Great Powers, but everything afterward had happened too quickly.