That night, the men Chen Shuiwen had sent out returned to the village.
Due to night blindness, only one of the three men sent out made it back. The other two had gotten lost somewhere along the way.
"What? Over five hundred taels?"
Chen Nuo was utterly shocked.
He had never imagined the secret formula could sell for so much.
Or rather, he hadn't expected a so-called wealthy merchant from this era to part with so much money at once.
The secret formula was certainly worth that much, perhaps even far more, but were merchants who could spend such a sum so common?
This was beyond Chen Nuo's expectations.
It could only be said that Chen Nuo, living at the bottom of society, thought with the mindset and perspective on wealth of a commoner. He hadn't considered the extreme polarization of wealth in this feudal era.
A sum of money that seemed astronomical to those at the bottom might just be a slightly considerable expense to those in a higher class.
