Tang Changsheng had a chance to earn some spending money, and he had no intention of letting it slip by.
Besides, he had already planned to go back and procure grain and weapons for Primordial Yang Island.
Before he could finish, Shopkeeper Old Wu exclaimed in delight, "True Person, why didn't you say so sooner? Ask me anything."
"For these two million taels of gold, how much grain and fodder does the Dragon Palace need, and how many weapons? What quality? What collateral is required? Surely they won't hand over the gold on someone's word alone."
Shopkeeper Old Wu perked up. Tang Changsheng's questions made it clear that he really did have a way to obtain the goods.
"I hear the Dragon Palace is in a tight spot. They've lost several battles in a row and suffered heavy losses. The common soldiers have been hit especially hard, so the palace is rushing to buy supplies.
"They've held several trading sessions like this already... There aren't many major merchants left who can produce such large quantities. That's why they've had no choice but to split the deals into smaller lots of two million taels each..."
As Old Wu spoke in a low voice, four lots of gold were carried away. No single buyer could take an entire lot anymore; each had gone to a group of merchants working together.
By the fifth lot, it took more than a dozen merchants to buy up the gold.
Disappointment showed on Ao Xian's face. The Sea Market was vast, but buying so many supplies yet again was proving difficult.
They had already held three trading sessions. At the first, they had spent three hundred chests of gold. At the second, more than a hundred... This third session might move only fifty or sixty chests...