The crowd around Han Zhan's stall was growing larger.
At first, they were simply curious.
But when they really saw the attributes of the egg fried rice, they were among those who exclaimed in surprise.
Thus, amid the exclamations, someone offered a higher price.
"I bid seven water coins!"
"I bid eight!"
"…I bid ten!"
Hearing the onlookers bid higher and higher, Jiang Yuxuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He glanced apologetically at Han Zhan, "Sorry, I didn't mean to suppress the price. Five water coins is the regular price, but this is the trade market, and premium sales do happen…"
"I understand." Han Zhan nodded slightly, not blaming Jiang Yuxuan at all.
Everyone's need for resources and psychological pricing is different.
That's just how trading markets work.
The person who bid ten water coins was an adventurer wearing a white headscarf and wrapped in a white robe. By the sound of the voice, it was a man.
