The weight of the barley on several long ships is as high as two hundred thousand pounds!
Although the transaction price has co to nearly two pence per pound.
But he still gritted his teeth and bought them all.
Master Lynn had promised him that as long as the market price of grain, he would take it unconditionally.
But this price is truly too expensive!
The most critical thing is.
Not only is Master Lynn scrambling to buy a large amount of grain.
There are others also making massive purchases.
If this batch of barley had not been decisively secured by paying the deposit imdiately,
even a mont’s hesitation would have resulted in losing it to others.
Two hundred thousand pounds of grain is enough for him to transport several tis, especially since other rchants lack carts to purchase grain.
While Boer urged the workers of the Chamber of Comrce to quickly pack and load the carts,
a chamber guard hurriedly ca to his side.
The guard spoke respectfully, "Sir, Frank Manor Guard Captain Joao Frank is in the Chamber hall."
"He says he has an urgent matter to discuss with you!"
Hearing the na from the guard’s mouth, Boer’s brow furrowed instantly.
He repeated the guard’s words to confirm,
"Joao Frank?"
The guard answered, "Yes, sir."
Boer responded with a nod, "I understand."
He arranged for the workers to continue loading the carts.
While he stepped toward the warehouse hall, his mind pondered Joao Frank’s purpose.
He used to be just a local crop trader roaming between villages.
He had only heard about Joao Frank in passing.
He was tall, strong, and burly.
Not only Joao, but even the entire Frank Manor.
The only interaction was the last ti he entered Frank Manor through Holland’s introduction.
He completed a trade of one million pounds of barley with Janet Frank.
Now people from Frank Manor have sought out his Chamber.
Could it be because of the skyrocketing barley price, and Frank Manor wants to reclaim the price difference?
Boer could not think of any other possibility.
While pondering, Boer passed through the Chamber building and arrived at the hall.
A tall, burly figure ca into Boer’s view.
An overwhelming aura enveloped his heart.
Without any movent or words,
just a glance at the back from afar exerted imnse pressure.
It was no less than when he previously saw the leader of the Iron Blood Brotherhood Bandit Corps, Anthony!
Joao seed to have heard Boer’s footsteps, turned his burly figure, and looked over.
Joao glanced Boer’s way from head to toe, inquiringly asking, "Mr. Boer?"
"I am Boer Hansen."
Joao nodded, continuing, "Mr. Boer, I am Frank Manor Guard Captain Joao."
"Lady Janet, the Manor Lord, wishes to invite you for a eting."
Upon hearing the polite introduction and purpose of the visit,
Boer’s heart eased slightly.
The fact that Janet, as a woman, beca the Manor Lord of Frank Manor was naturally well-known throughout Morgan Town.
But what puzzled him was,
shouldn’t Janet now be handling various inheritance matters among the Manor Lords?
Why would she want to et with him?
Even if he were now the president of a local trading Chamber in Morgan Town,
his identity and status were far from enough to warrant a eting invitation from a Manor Lord.
Suddenly.
A bold idea erged in Boer’s mind.
Janet’s invitation wasn’t because of his identity and status.
But because of the Master Lynn behind him!
Boer hesitated for a few seconds, then asked, "Does Lady Janet have urgent matters?"
"Apologies, Sir Joao, my Chamber has many matters that require my attention, and I may not be able to spare the ti..."
Joao looked directly at Boer, interrupting him bluntly.
He said indifferently, "About the mysterious Lord behind the city wall!"
Boer’s brow instantly furrowed.
Indeed, just as he had guessed.
Frank Manor already knew about Master Lynn’s city wall and the location of his territory.
In their last eting, Janet had tentatively probed him.
But it was only a light attempt!
Had she dispatched a large number of spies to conduct a large-scale search throughout Morgan Town?
Or during the last transaction, did Janet send out scouts who followed the cart convoy to Master Lynn’s territory?
If it’s the latter,
Boer was powerless.
The convoy of dozens of carts was far too conspicuous.
Anyone with intent could easily discover his destination with a bit of tracking.
This was an unavoidable reality.
Boer pondered for a mont, then addressed Joao, "Lead the way, please."
Joao nodded slightly and headed to the entrance of the Chamber.
Just as Boer was about to follow, a young woman with a plump figure and a reserved face stepped inside from outside.
Seeing the unfamiliar yet familiar face of the young woman, Boer raised his brow slightly.
"Miss Janet... no, Lady Janet."
Boer was sowhat surprised.
Unexpectedly, Janet, the Manor Lord, was waiting outside his Chamber.
Janet smiled, her words carrying a touch of respect, "Mr. Boer, long ti no see!"
Boer slightly bowed, responding, "It indeed has been so ti since we last t."
Given their disparate status, it was naturally unlikely they would et often.
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