The old ironmonger at the Iron Bank chuckled goofily, seeming to understand but also choosing not to.
Of course, that wasn't really important. Wei Cheng wanted to buy Flame Stones but didn't desperately need them.
He just felt bored and wanted to have a bit of idle chatter.
But then he glanced at the wooden board again. Huh, the prices were updated again in real time.
Unlimited purchase of Flame Stones, three copper coins each.
Well, well, sir, you're trying to monopolize the market, aren't you?
"At that rate, give me a thousand Flame Stones, old man. We need to play fair."
"Alrighty, young master, a thousand pieces. That's half price, 25000 copper coins. Would you like to pay in silver coins or gold coins? If you choose gold coins, I can give you an additional 15 percent discount."
The old ironmonger was playing dumb, fooling around, and making a fortune without batting an eyelid.
That's right, in the blink of an eye, the price changed again.
