289: Chapter 289: More Terrifying Each Time 289: Chapter 289: More Terrifying Each Time “Sorry to keep you waiting.
What brings you here so early in the morning?”
Zhao Guang had just gotten up when he saw Yars with his men already waiting for him.
Thankfully, Xi Fei had urged him to get up, or he would have been embarrassed.
“With so much merchandise, I can’t help but worry,” Yars said without hesitation.
“Fine, wait here, and I’ll go get it.” Zhao Guang waved his hand, summoned the Space Gate, then took a step to the side and vanished.
This Space Gate was still only visible to Zhao Guang himself.
“My lord Earl, this…” Klay narrowed his eyes slightly.
Yars raised his hand to silence him, knowing that some things were better left unsaid.
The ability to leave any place at any time made them reconsider their attitude towards Zhao Guang.
As long as he wasn’t killed on the spot, it was virtually impossible to consider him dead.
Therefore, it’s best not to be his enemy, for even if the place was surrounded, who knows what he could summon out of thin air.
Besides, who knows what he could do with the Space Gates if his permissions increased even further.
Zhao Guang was oblivious to the misunderstandings his actions had caused.
He quickly returned, waving his hand and scattering a large number of tricycles laden with goods.
Because he brought the next month’s worth of goods in one go, it seemed like there were too many of them.
It took two trips for Zhao Guang to deliver everything.
But this time, Yars hadn’t brought enough men, so they had to find many more to transport the goods away.
Zhao Guang was somewhat speechless.
If he had known this would happen, he should have gone straight to the Human camp to give it to them directly.
Now, with so many people moving back and forth, if the neighboring Beastmen knew nothing, they would have long been annihilated by the Humans.
Forget it, I’ll think of a way to fool the Beastmen later; after all, they’re quite gullible.
“Can I add to the order?”
“What more do you want?
Aren’t these enough?” Zhao Guang asked, staring at Yars with wide eyes.
“The merchandise is enough for now, but the coffee, ah, there’s too little of it.
You have no idea how popular coffee has become recently.
It’s become another trend—if you don’t have it at home, you’ll be the laughingstock,” Yars said.
Is it that exaggerated?
Although Zhao Guang knew coffee had its unique appeal to become popular on Earth.
But for it to catch on so quickly in this otherworld, Yars and Yalugo must have put in a lot of effort.
After thinking it over, Zhao Guang still shook his head and refused, “Sorry, that’s really not possible.
It’s already not easy for me to move such a large batch of goods.
To do it again, I would have to wait until I’m back in the Imperial City.”
Too quickly met demands are often taken for granted, so Zhao Guang decided to keep them in suspense a little longer.
And the amount of Gold he received this time was unprecedented.
If there was too much, he was genuinely worried it would cause market instability back home, which was a real possibility.
Yars nodded, not minding too much, as he hadn’t expected Zhao Guang to be able to provide much in the first place.
He was just surprised by how straightforward Zhao Guang was; it seemed there really wasn’t that much coffee.
With this thought, Yars suddenly felt the coffee he drank before coming over that morning tasted even better.
“Really, the best things are those that leave you craving more, but it has to be with a good dose of spicy liquor to pack a punch.”
While Yars was mumbling to himself, Ocoro had quietly approached Zhao Guang.
“What about my things, mine?”
What are you talking about?” Zhao Guang didn’t remember promising Ocoro anything.
“My art books, surely you don’t expect me to look at the same things every day for an entire month?”
Zhao Guang slapped his forehead, having forgotten that Ocoro was a great artist.
“You know, art isn’t something that can be mass-produced, nor can it be summoned at will.
I have to wait for the right moment.
If I find it, I’ll bring it to you, but if I don’t, there’s nothing I can do,” Zhao Guang explained.
Ocoro nodded earnestly, “You’re right, what can be mass-produced isn’t art.”
That stuff of yours isn’t art either, Zhao Guang thought silently to himself.
Since we’re on this journey together, you can always go back and bring me something when it’s available.”
Zhao Guang covered his face with his hand.
Why couldn’t Ocoro be this clever about other things?
Still, there was no helping it; after all, they were going to travel together, and it was only a matter of time before Ocoro would think of this.
But spending a whole month with a great artist made Zhao Guang feel as if space itself was a shade darker.
Was he too hasty in agreeing to this?
If he had known, he would have chosen not to leave with this man.
It was too late for regrets now; there was no chance to change it.
After sending off the large quantity of items, Yars didn’t inquire about Zhao Guang’s Space Ring.
It was unclear whether he already knew or simply didn’t ask because Zhao Guang hadn’t mentioned it.
In any case, Zhao Guang would not volunteer the information; outside, he would stick to using the original Space Ring.
Though, the original Space Ring was still a treasure, something ordinary people couldn’t possess.
With a large amount of Gold now on his hands, Zhao Guang looked at it with some trepidation.
but he had just given them some not long ago.
But then, keeping it all here wasn’t ideal either.
He still needed to continue trading, and there would be more Gold in the future.
Moreover, with less Gold, who knows what those higher up might think?
“Forget it, I’ll just give it to them.
Whatever they make of it, let them figure it out on their own,” Zhao Guang decided.
So, he couldn’t resist after all and called his elder sister.
When Qu Cheng arrived with his team, everyone was stunned by the vast amount of shimmering gold.
They wondered if they were seeing things, or if it could be fake—the sheer volume was overwhelming.
“How much could there be?” Qu Cheng’s voice trembled as he spoke.
“I don’t know either; you’ll have to figure it out,” Zhao Guang said, too lazy to do the calculations himself.
He was now realizing that, in the Otherworld, Gold wasn’t as valuable as he had thought.
Was it because there were too many valuable things, or because there was just so much Gold?
Perhaps it was a bit of both.
Qu Cheng didn’t want to say much more, looking seriously at the others, “Let’s move it quickly and make sure to keep track.”
After his instructions, Qu Cheng stepped aside and made a secure phone call, “Chief, there’s a bit too much Gold.
I’m not trying to shirk the responsibility, but if this keeps up, I’m worried about my heart.
Well, that’s hard to say.”
After a long conversation, Qu Cheng hung up and returned.
His calls were encrypted, so he wasn’t worried about eavesdropping.
It wasn’t long before another convoy arrived—clearly from a different department than the previous people.