Yi Chen looked at Qin Qingyun, who was beaming with excitement, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Master, you're bluffing. How could anyone do that? Are they stupid? When people can make money from half an ounce of silver in the market, why would they spend a hundred taels to buy it?"
"Of course, that's because they want to earn even more~"
"My dear disciple, remember, every gift from fate comes with a price tagged in the dark. No one can always win, not even your master."
"You can't just see the thief eating meat; you must also see the thief taking a beating. Think it over." As he gazed at his foolish disciple, Yi Chen gave a hint and then burst into hearty laughter as he left.
At that moment, he couldn't help but recall his days selling 'Overlord Chickens' years ago. Those days could be summed up in two words: naïve!
Working himself to death just to earn a hundred taels, it was pitiable. He made no money from selling Overlord Chickens. It was now that money was made quickly.
