Zhao Yonglong shook his head. "It all depends on fate; you can't force it. But the second reason I came today is also related to your business."
"Spirit Rice?" Zhang Zhenyuan asked doubtfully.
Zhao Yonglong nodded. "That's right. How much Spirit Rice do you have on hand?"
Zhang Zhenyuan had no intention of hiding this. After a moment of thought, he said, "I should have about four thousand catties left. Why? Does someone want to buy it? Don't you still have your One-Horned Iron Bulls? You have time for this?"
Zhao Yonglong smiled. "You're as smart as ever. The Spirit Rice Commerce Association's standard purchase price is 85 Spirit Crystals per catty. Old Zhang, I know your production cost for this Spirit Rice. After factoring everything in, it's basically 65 Spirit Crystals a catty. If someone were to buy it all in one go, what price could you offer?"
At this, Zhang Zhenyuan's expression turned serious. He asked, "Someone wants to buy up Spirit Rice? Is the demand very high?"
