Even if blame were to be assigned then, it wouldn't fall on his head.
"Then thank you, Steward Liu."
Ge San cupped his hands, then led Ye Hao toward Warehouse No. 23.
After opening the warehouse, inside stood rows of empty wooden shelves.
Normally, white spirit rice was stacked on top of them.
"How much white spirit rice can one warehouse hold?"
Ye Hao looked back with curiosity at Ge San beside him.
"One warehouse can store one hundred thousand jin of white spirit rice."
Ge San responded with a smile.
This wasn't a secret, so there was no harm in sharing it.
"The warehouses prior to No. 23 are all filled to capacity."
"In other words, Wanliang Building can pull out over two million jin of stock at any moment."
Ye Hao did a quick mental calculation and finally understood why that fellow earlier had said Wanliang Building could easily swallow up that batch of goods.
"Alright, I understand now."
"However, I must ask Steward Ge to wait at the door for a bit."
Having figured this out, Ye Hao looked at Ge San beside him and reminded him.
"Sure. I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."
Ge San thought it over briefly, figuring Ye Hao couldn't run away anyway.
He nodded on the spot and walked out.
After Ge San left, Ye Hao walked toward those empty wooden shelves.
Every time he passed a wooden shelf, sack after sack of white spirit rice appeared on it.
Until they were piled high.
In just a few dozen breaths, Ye Hao had walked through the entire warehouse.
And the originally empty warehouse was now crammed full of white spirit rice.
"Steward Ge, you can come in now."
Ye Hao walked to the door and opened the warehouse door.
Ge San, who followed him inside, suddenly froze.
His eyes widened abruptly, and his breath hitched for a moment.
He hurriedly stepped forward, pulled out a sack of spirit rice, and opened it.
He casually pinched up a single grain of spirit rice.
The warm and moist texture of the spirit rice rested in his palm, and he then placed it in his mouth to chew gently.
He finally confirmed its authenticity.
Ge San raised his eyes to look at the endless mounds of rice, his throat unconsciously swallowing.
"Little friend, roughly how much spirit rice did you bring out?"
It took Ge San a long time to calm his mood.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he finally turned back to look at Ye Hao.
His face was filled with excitement.
"Exactly ninety thousand jin."
Ye Hao responded with a smile.
He had brought out most of it; as for the small remainder, he planned to keep it for himself.
Ninety thousand jin!
Ge San had seen plenty of spirit farmers selling grain; one who could bring out two or three thousand jin at once was already a major producer.
When had he ever seen a single person bring ninety thousand jin of white spirit rice, packing such a huge warehouse to the brim?
Stormy waves surged in Ge San's heart, and his expression turned serious.
His originally casual posture, along with any previous thought of brushing him off, vanished instantly.
"If what you say is true, little friend, and there are ninety thousand jin of First-Tier low-grade white spirit rice here..."
"At the purchase price of one low-grade spirit stone per thirty jin of white spirit rice, we should pay you three thousand low-grade spirit stones."
"However, this business is too large, so I can only report it to the Building Master."
"Only after she confirms it can I hand over the spirit stones to you."
After saying this, Ge San exhaled softly in relief.
Although it didn't reach over one hundred thousand jin, this batch of ninety thousand jin of low-grade white spirit rice was already enough for Wanliang Building to make a massive profit.
"Wait a moment longer. I still have sixty thousand jin of First-Tier mid-grade white spirit rice on me."
"Just take me to Warehouse No. 24 next door."
Ye Hao said.
"Alright."
Ge San paused once more.
So the other party had been telling the truth—he really did have over one hundred thousand jin of white spirit rice on him.
It was just that ninety thousand jin of it was First-Tier low-grade, while the remaining sixty thousand jin was First-Tier mid-grade.
With the grade increased by one tier, the price would naturally be higher.
After setting down the remaining sixty thousand jin of First-Tier mid-grade white spirit rice, Ye Hao finally allowed Ge San inside.
Ye Hao looked at him and confirmed, "Steward Ge, what is the purchase price for First-Tier mid-grade white spirit rice?"
"For First-Tier mid-grade white spirit rice, one spirit stone buys fifteen jin of white spirit rice."
"For sixty thousand jin, that's four thousand low-grade spirit stones in total."
Ge San did a quick mental calculation before quoting.
"Alright, go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
"I hope you can make it quick."
Ye Hao said to him.
"Little friend, please wait a moment. I'll be right back."
Ge San hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and left.
For a transaction of such a huge amount, he could only invite the Building Master to come in person.
However, if this transaction succeeded, his commission would equal several years of his salary.
Before long.
Steady footsteps echoed from outside the warehouse door as Wanliang Building Master Su Wan slowly walked into the warehouse.
Ge San followed closely behind her, accompanied by two guards.
The moment she stepped inside, her nose caught the rich, fresh fragrance of spirit rice.
Her steps paused slightly.
Her originally calm and composed eyes shrank slightly.
Su Wan stepped forward and raised her hand to pull out a Spirit-Appraising Jade.
She suspended it in the center of the warehouse.
The jade piece glowed with a soft white light, fully revealing the spiritual energy circulating within the spirit rice.
After thoroughly inspecting both warehouses and confirming there were no issues whatsoever...
Only then did Su Wan turn her head to look at Ye Hao. Her voice was steady and calm, betraying little awe but bearing a touch more gravity: "Fellow Daoist has quite the grand style. I wonder which family you hail from?"
"Building Master Su, my apologies."
"I'm afraid I cannot say."
Ye Hao's flat voice emerged from beneath the black robe.
Where would he get a family?
All this white spirit rice was produced as feedback from his spirit fields.
"Since Fellow Daoist is unwilling to disclose your identity, I will not force the matter."
"Then we shall calculate according to the previous price: ninety thousand jin of First-Tier low-grade white spirit rice for three thousand low-grade spirit stones."
"Sixty thousand jin of First-Tier mid-grade white spirit rice for four thousand low-grade spirit stones."
"Added together, that comes to seven thousand low-grade spirit stones in total."
"Fellow Daoist, inside here are seven thousand low-grade spirit stones."
Su Wan lightly raised her right hand, and the storage ring on her finger flashed with a faint light.
A small mountain of spirit stones instantly appeared before their eyes.
Seeing this scene, a trace of greed surfaced in Ge San's eyes.
However, remembering that Ye Hao was so young yet able to produce so much material with such ease—meaning he had at least a Foundation Establishment family background behind him—he quickly abandoned the thought.
"Thank you."
With a wave of his right hand, Ye Hao swept all the spirit stones on the ground directly into his spatial backpack.
"Interesting."
Su Wan cast a glance at the low-grade storage bag at Ye Hao's waist.
A low-grade storage bag was merely a misdirection; its space was extremely small, becoming full after storing a few hundred low-grade spirit stones at most.
That meant the other party possessed another spatial artifact that she hadn't detected at all.
On second thought, however, she found it quite normal.
"It has been a pleasure doing business with you. These ten jin of white spirit rice are a gift for Building Master Su to taste."
Ye Hao looked at Su Wan before him.
With a wave of his right hand, a small bag appeared in his palm.
"It's actually Second-Tier white spirit rice!"
Hearing this, Su Wan caught it, although she was somewhat puzzled.
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