But there was no taking back his words, so he could only give him a hundred pills.
"I'll take thirty," Xiao Gai said.
"Give me five," Wei Kang said.
"Eight," Li Zitong said through gritted teeth.
A tenfold profit-not particularly high. Tang Wen had another thirty thousand taels of gold in his pocket.
That night, everything was peaceful. No ghost or whatever it was came to disturb Tang Wen.
That left Yan Beitian grumbling that he had been kept awake all night, blaming Tang Jun and the others for making a mountain out of a molehill and putting him through all that trouble.
Early the next morning, Tang Wen and his party headed straight for Gui Family Bay, because Gui Wusong lived there.
The bay was said to have over ten thousand residents surnamed Gui.
Gui Wusong's hair was sparse, with just three strands left.
The fellow looked weighed down by bitter troubles. When Tang Wen, a First-Rank Earl, came calling, he dared not slight him and welcomed him inside.
"Yuanwai Gui, to cut a long story short, I want your Sky-Stone Island." Tang Wen sat down, took a sip of tea, and got straight to the point.
"My island is enormous. My ancestors left it to me. It's rich in resources, and over two or three thousand people live there. Limestone deposits cover the island. Once they're mined, there'll be a fortune to be made." Seeing how young and green Tang Wen looked, Gui Wusong wanted to hoodwink him.
"Heh, why haven't you mined them yourself?" Tang Wen asked with a smile, watching him.
Gui Wusong froze. His hand involuntarily went up to stroke the three strands on his head. He gave a dry laugh. "My Gui family doesn't lack money. We don't intend to mine it for