Zhi Yan crouched beside the bed, brushing her fingers lightly across one of the ore pieces.
The faint warmth that pulsed from it made her heart throb faster. "With this much Grade-1 mythril," she said thoughtfully, "if we play it right, like instead of selling different kinds of weapons and making it an exclusive type, while renting a Smithy along with their workers for a month, investing around thirty to forty million more into procuring titanium and other metals… Wait a second…"
Taking out her PC tablet, she wrote with the stylus while continuing to speak…
