Boer glanced at Koni and nodded, saying: "Of course, Sim Town is indeed so distance from here."
"Since you don’t want to continue selling after this, I will settle the paynt for the winter barley with you when we return to Morgan Town."
Koni was sowhat surprised, not expecting Boer to be so resolute and decisive.
He snorted coldly and remained silent.
Boer’s gaze turned again to the dozens of traveling rchants and continued to ask, "Who else doesn’t want to sell? You can freely voice it."
"Fair trade is about fairness; I won’t force anyone!"
The young rchant who had just questioned Boer took determined steps and stood next to Koni.
"I have twenty thousand pounds, but I’m not selling!"
Boer nodded, "Who else?"
"I’m not selling either."
"Nor am I."
"..."
One by one, the rchants stepped out from the crowd, standing alongside Koni’s group.
Until a short while later.
No other rchants made any movents.
Only then did Boer speak, "Good, a total of twelve people, not prepared to continue cooperating with and Master Lynn."
"The quantity of winter barley you’ve transported was registered upon arrival, I will settle it for you at the market price of five pounds per penny."
The faces of the twelve showed no emotion whatsoever.
They continued to look at Boer with strange eyes.
This was the market price and also the agreed price.
Boer indeed did not embezzle their profits.
But it was after they made a fuss that Boer offered such terms.
What if they hadn’t fussed?
That, no one could say for sure.
Ignoring the gaze of Koni and the dozen others.
Boer looked at the rchants standing in place, wanting to continue the trade cooperation.
Seeing the hesitant expressions on their faces, Boer smiled faintly and began to explain.
"As for you... Master Lynn is very grateful that we transported so much grain to his land."
"Therefore, he offered fine salt as the bartered item for us."
"Moreover, at a discounted price of eight pence per pound of fine salt..."
Hearing this, the faces of the rchants willing to cooperate instantly turned joyful.
"What? Fine salt? Did I hear that right?"
"This Lord is using fine salt for the exchange? At a rate of eight pence per pound? This..."
"The current market price for fine salt is twelve pence per pound!"
"My goodness, doesn’t this an I can exchange my four thousand pounds of winter barley, carried in two carriages, for a hundred pounds of fine salt?"
"I transported five carriages of winter barley!"
"This Lord is unbelievably generous, isn’t he?"
"..."
Listening to their excited voices, Boer smiled gently.
Hearing Boer’s voice, Koni’s dozen were wide-eyed in an instant.
A series of whispers erupted from their mouths.
"Fine salt?"
"Trade using fine salt?"
"At a rate of eight pence?"
"Does this an there’s a salt mine in this territory?"
"Is it true?"
"..."
Seeing these rchants’ hearts start to waver, Koni’s expression beca solemn.
He knew that if he didn’t say sothing now, these people would imdiately fall back into Boer’s embrace to continue the cooperation.
Koni stared straight at Boer on horseback, questioning, "Boer, according to you, this Lord is using fine salt for the exchange to thank us for transporting winter barley to his land."
"Then this batch of winter barley transported in also includes our share, so why do we only get the price of five pounds per penny?"
Listening to Koni’s words, the already dissatisfied rchants beside Boer began to shout one after another.
"Yeah! Why are we only getting the market price?"
"Boer, do you take us for fools?"
"I know now, you’re deliberately stirring conflict between us and you so you can embezzle the profit difference!"
"Lower than pigs and dogs! You’re a rchant; wanting to earn more profit is reasonable, but we are here to support your request, aren’t we?"
"..."
Listening to such accusations, Boer’s face turned cold.
He looked down at these rchants as if they were clowns.
This was the ugly face of rchants!
Seeing that Boer did not refute, the accusing rchants’ montum gradually weakened.
Koni’s eyes shifted, questioning Boer, "Boer, you’re saying this Lord is using fine salt for exchange, so it’s fine salt? "
"Where’s the fine salt? Show it!"
Koni wanted to use fine salt as the final straw to break Boer.
Now, he finally understood why Master Lynn insisted on having him bring back a portion of the fine salt first.
Even though Master Lynn had never t these rchants.
He was already well aware of their opportunistic nature!
Of course, Boer also admitted he was the sa.
But he would never break a deal like these rchants before him, even if it was just a verbal agreent!
Boer’s hand moved; a horseman at the back imdiately took the hint, jumped onto the rear carriage, and pulled open the rain cover.
Watching the horseman’s actions, the rchants who were about to continue shouting suddenly opened their eyes wide.
"He’s opening a bag; what kind of bag is that?"
"Can’t see clearly, looks like a barley bag..."
"The horseman picked up a wooden scoop... what did he scoop out of the bag?"
"Looks white and shiny?"
"Salt? Is it really fine salt?"
"..."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Boer took the wooden scoop from the horseman’s hand.
This scoop of fine salt weighed at least five to six pounds!
It piled up like a miniature mountain peak.
Boer held the wooden scoop in his left hand and slowly displayed it in front of him.
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