Chapter 31: A Wealth Value of 500,000
After finishing his discussion with Erlong, Zhang Ze checked his wealth value again.
Wealth: 746,000.
Due to his recent cultivation, his cell strength had decreased rapidly, resulting in some consumption of his system wealth as well.
“So here’s the deal, Brother Long. You two transfer the money to my account first, calculated at forty thousand per Grade One Body Strengthening Pill.”
Given his limited wealth, Zhang Ze could only wait for the funds to arrive and his wealth value to increase accordingly before supplying the pills.
Though a little puzzled by Zhang Ze’s approach, Erlong and his companion exchanged glances but didn’t delay.
“The batch of pills you brought earlier isn’t finished yet—”
“Ahem—”
Fully aware of what Erlong wanted to say, Zhang Ze feigned a cough to interrupt him. After all, Wang Chao was still sitting nearby, and it was better not to mention what he’d skimmed off Huang Ming.
“Then I’ll transfer two million first. I want forty Grade One Body Strengthening Pills.”
Blindman thought for a moment, then asked, “Xiao Ze, can you provide Recovery Pills as well?”
Considering the big fire at Chen Village, it probably left some lasting effects on the young men, so the question was expected.
He replied, “I can provide Recovery Pills, but the market price is a hundred thousand each. I’m afraid I can’t give you a fifty percent discount.”
“That’s fine!” Blindman, satisfied with Zhang Ze’s promise, said at once, “You name the price for the Recovery Pills. I’ll go with your offer.”
“How about I provide five Recovery Pills for the remaining four hundred thousand?”
“I said, I’ll go with whatever you say.”
True to what Baldy had said, Blindman was refreshingly straightforward.
Once the matter of the pills was settled, everyone had a late-night snack together and then went off to rest.
…
“Kid, since we’re now involved with the pills, I won’t say much else,” Wang Chao said as they lay in their beds, staring at the ceiling. “You must be wary of the Qian family. Qian Xiaoyun may only be in her twenties, but the fact that she’s taken over the pill market for the Qian family around Mengyang County says a lot.”
Zhang Ze gave no reply.
Wang Chao didn’t push it. After a while, he sat up cross-legged on the bed and began to temper his last meridian.
In fact, Zhang Ze hadn’t fallen asleep. His mind kept calculating the profit in wealth value he’d gain from this pill trade.
…
He pondered all night without resting. The next day, when the funds arrived, he used the system to produce forty Grade One Body Strengthening Pills and five Recovery Pills. Watching his wealth value rise, he couldn’t help but feel secretly delighted.
Wealth: 1,246,000
Cell Strength: 199S
Cell Spirit: 57
Skills: Shield (11%), Probe
Meridians: Three (90%)
Each Grade One Body Strengthening Pill cost Zhang Ze 30,000 in wealth value to make, but he sold them to Blindman for 40,000 each. Each Recovery Pill cost 60,000 to produce, and he sold them for 80,000. With this calculation, this batch of pills alone had netted him a profit of 500,000 in wealth value.
And this didn’t even include the two million in cash he now possessed!
Never before had Zhang Ze felt so awestruck by his system.
In high spirits, he got out of bed. Seeing that Wang Chao was still cultivating, he didn’t disturb him. He took the prepared pills and went to find Blindman and his companion.
…
At the same early hour, inside Mengyang County, the alternating red and yellow lights had gone out. Fatty and Huang Ming emerged from the shop, satisfied and thinking of finding a breakfast place to recharge.
But after just a few steps, Huang Ming glanced back and was surprised.
He stared at the middle-aged man for a while before nudging Fatty, asking, “Fatty, doesn’t that guy look like the one Zhang Ze described?”
“Where?”
“…”
After sizing up the man from afar, Fatty replied, “You know what, he really does look the part.”
Smack! Huang Ming slapped Fatty on the rear, forgetting all about last night’s “vows of eternal loyalty.”
“Why are you just standing there? Let’s follow him and look for a chance to ambush him!”
“What the—! Aren’t you a Grade Two martial artist? Is it really proper for you to sneak attack people?”
Huang Ming didn’t answer; he was already in motion.
“Forget it, I actually think ambushing sounds pretty good…”
Muttering sheepishly, Fatty’s two hundred pounds of flesh jiggled as he hurried after.
…
The two followed the middle-aged man in an extremely furtive manner all the way to a hotel entrance. After surveying the surroundings, the man went straight inside.
“What now? Do we go in or not?” Fatty hesitated.
But Huang Ming was serious. “According to Zhang Ze, this guy might be a cultist. Should we let him get away?”
With no other choice, Fatty trailed behind Huang Ming into the hotel.
…
On the fourth floor landing, the woman was dumbstruck when she saw the middle-aged man, shocked beyond words.
“I told you before,” she said firmly, “You can’t come looking for me directly!”
Her tone was resolute, as if she was naturally afraid of him.
“Heh heh,” the man cackled hoarsely. “It’s just a small county town—who could be watching me?”
“It’s already eight. You promised the transfer yesterday. Isn’t it a bit late?”
Not wanting trouble, the man stated his purpose bluntly.
“You—” The woman was displeased but, considering his identity, remained silent.
“Ten minutes. The money will be there.”
“Heh.” The man grinned. “Fine, I’ll wait ten minutes. I’ll be right here until it arrives.”
With that, he walked toward the fourth-floor lobby. The woman glared at his back, furious.
…
Little did they know that at the other end of the elevator hallway, a fat and a skinny figure had them in their sights.
“Did you get the photo?” Huang Ming nudged Fatty. “Stop dawdling or they’ll spot us!”
Fatty suddenly remembered Huang Ming’s vow from last night and demanded, “What did you say yesterday? Done with me, just pretending you don’t know me now?”
Huang Ming’s face darkened at this. “You really took that stuff seriously?”
But for the sake of his future happiness, Huang Ming forced a smile. “Whatever you say, I’m all yours. I won’t rush you.”
Unbeknownst to the two of them, their conversation had been overheard by the cleaning lady nearby. Her look was a mix of sympathy and shock…
She hurried away, muttering in confusion, “What’s wrong with people these days?”