"If the price is right, our Border Army certainly needs them,"
Qian Shuisheng agreed without hesitation and then smiled, asking, "I just don't know how Mr. Zhou plans to sell them?"
Zhou Chen licked his lips upon hearing this:
"Hehe... My lord asks for this amount."
As he spoke,
he slowly stretched out one hand, spreading three fingers in front of the ten-plus generals inside the tent.
Seeing this gesture, Qian Shuisheng's expression remained unchanged:
"Three million taels is also quite....."
"Thirty million."
"....." Qian Shuisheng.
Zhou Chen let out a dry laugh to break the silence, his eyes gleaming with mirth:
"Elder Qian, the Cloud Qi Bombs are expensive to produce; three million taels wouldn't even cover the cost."
The tent fell silent, Qian Shuisheng said nothing more, but his gaze calmly swept over the others present.
"Sigh...."
After a brief silence, there came a sigh followed by a middle-aged woman in armor, her tone laced with mockery:
