Chen Hao picked up a bottle of cola from Liu Yan's desk, his eyes lighting up. He immediately pulled the God of Wealth into a chat. "God of Wealth, the exclusive distribution rights for cigarettes are gone, but how about the exclusive rights for cola? Interested?"
The God of Wealth, who had just gone offline, immediately popped back up. "Cola? What's that? How does it compare to cigarettes?"
Chen Hao snorted. "It's definitely more of a kick than cigarettes!"
That was all the God of Wealth needed to hear. He hurriedly replied in excitement, "Is that true? Could you send me one to try first?"
Chen Hao was just about to scan one over to the God of Wealth when he suddenly snorted. You scheming merchant, trying to fleece me! "Sure, but business is business. If you want one, it's a hundred Daoist Merit Points per bottle."
"You..." The God of Wealth found himself outmaneuvered by Chen Hao. After a moment, he finally replied, "Fine. A hundred it is."
Ding-dong! The God of Wealth transferred 100 Daoist Merit Points to you. Ding-dong! You sent the God of Wealth a bottle of cola.
Less than twenty seconds later, the God of Wealth sent another message. "Fellow immortal Little Charlatan, I want the exclusive distribution rights for this cola. How about the same terms you have with Lao Jun—a fifty-fifty split of the profits?"
"No problem, but I have one condition. You must keep it secret that I'm your cola supplier, or the deal is off!"
"You have my word!"
Seeing that the God of Wealth had taken the bait, Chen Hao wasted no time. He had someone bring over all the cola stocked in Liu Yan's office—more than a dozen cases—and scanned it over to the God of Wealth.