To have a stockpile of 200,000 shi of grain, now that would be a fortune. How much money would you make when you sell it after the Northern Lands completely run out of grain?
But who exactly is backing Master Ji, that he could have 200,000 dan of grain for a person of his small stature?
"Master Ji, you're not trying to bluff me, are you?"
"I have no interest in bluffing you. If you want to buy, it's 100 copper coins per jin. You're free to purchase as much as you can handle. If you don't want to buy, I won't force you. My business isn't limited to Guangye City."
Master Ji, having eaten enough, put down his chopsticks and stood up, ready to leave.
"Steward Hao, we've had enough food. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer. Farewell." With that, he swaggered out.
Steward Hao watched Master Ji leave, clutching his teacup tightly.
