Paige Summers and Franklin Forrest—one a willing seller, the other a willing buyer—naturally struck a deal in no time. They settled on an initial trial transaction: five bags of wheat grain, at a price of ten Sixth-rank Crystal Cores per fifty-jin bag.
In Franklin Forrest's eyes, the price was absurdly low.
It wasn't that he was some big-spending tycoon; the grain itself was just that precious!
However, he quickly figured out why Paige Summers was doing this.
She clearly needed Crystal Cores and had no shortage of food.
'Sure, she could have jacked up the price, but then again, who could afford to buy it?'
'Leaving Southreach out of the equation, I'm surely not the only customer Paige Summers is after. She has to consider the purchasing power of other bases.'
'I don't know exactly how much grain she has, but from the looks of it, I probably couldn't afford her entire stock even if I liquidated all my assets.'
On the way back, he was mulling the matter over.
