Original God: The Eternal Lord of Bliss

Every year on the day of the Guili Festival, the people of Heuliah would come here with a thousand pounds of salt to exchange for a large amount of cloth to take back and make clothes.

But this year is different from usual.

The person who asked about the price just now was a tall, middle-aged man with gray hair.

"His name is Ming You, and he is the one who brings salt to exchange almost every year." Ning Kuan introduced, "But it's strange that this group of people come today and go back to exchange the next day."

Is there any need to think about this? The other party must have heard about the Mora incident and wanted to exchange the salt for Mora to facilitate the exchange the next day.

Zhu Yuncheng walked over.

At this moment, the Zhenjun students also felt embarrassed. After all, there was no price for salt on the wooden sign, and they did not dare to set a price privately.

Ming You looked at the embarrassed expressions of these people and frowned: "Why, can't salt be exchanged for Mora?"

"Salt can certainly be exchanged for Mora."

At this time, Ming You heard a young man's voice. He turned his head and saw a young man with black hair, black eyes, wearing black clothes and white pants walking towards him. Following behind him was his familiar immortal disciple, Ning Kuan.

Realizing that this young man was also a disciple of the immortal, Ming You did not dare to be careless and bowed: "Ming You, hello to the disciple of the immortal."

Zhu Yuncheng looked at the other person, then at the salt behind him, and saluted: "I am Yuncheng, sorry, Guiliji does not produce salt, so I neglected to set the price for the salt at the beginning."

"I told you at the beginning why there is no price for salt, and you said it was unnecessary. How come you have ignored it now?" Ning Kuan muttered to himself when he heard this.

"Oh." Ming nodded, not caring whether it was true or not, "Then, please set the price, Immortal disciple."

Zhu Yuncheng thought about it and said, "One pound is ten molas."

He really couldn't possibly offer a price of one ton of salt for one mora, otherwise the negotiations would fall through.

"Ten Moras?" Ming You frowned and glanced at the price sign placed on the ground: "This price is too low. I think one piece of cloth needs five Moras. In the past, when we came here to exchange, the lowest price was one pound of salt for ten pieces of cloth."

"That being said," Zhu Yuncheng said, "then what are you going to do with the cloth you exchanged for?"

"Of course, I'm going to take this back and make clothes to wear!" Mingyou spread his hands.

"No, why are you asking such an obvious question?" Ning Kuan complained in his mind.

"What I mean is, you are very short of cloth, right?" Zhu Yuncheng said casually.

"That's right, what's wrong?" Ming You was very honest.

Zhu Yuncheng smiled faintly: "You are in great need of cloth, and we in Guiliji can produce a large amount of cloth."

"Is there any connection between these?" Mingyou asked in confusion.

This group of people in the primitive business had no concept of monopoly pricing, so naturally they could not understand what Zhu Yuncheng meant.

"Of course it matters." Zhu Yuncheng explained, "Guiliji is the only place that can produce cloth, so the value of cloth is determined by our currency bureau. And most importantly, although Guiliji does not produce salt, we can live well without salt. But if you lose the clothes made of cloth, it will not be so good, right?"

Ming You listened to the boy's words, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Is this why you think our salt is only worth ten Mora per pound? But we are not short of salt!"

Zhu Yuncheng almost laughed out loud at Mingyou's train of thought. To say that he was smart was to say that he could immediately understand what Zhu Yuncheng said, while to say that he was not smart was to say that he did not seem to be able to judge the situation.

Zhu Yuncheng tried hard to suppress his smile and said, "But you are the ones who want to exchange salt with us for Mora, not us who want to exchange Mora with you for salt, understand?"

Ming understood as soon as he heard it. Although he didn't know why it turned out like this, he knew one thing, that is, the salt he brought could not be exchanged for so many cloths!

For a moment, Ming was somewhat unwilling, and the Demon Lord was waiting for the cloth he had exchanged to make new clothes.

What Zhu Yuncheng didn't know was that the cloth made from the colorful flowers was more than just hard currency in Heuliah's territory. The salt god Heuliah loved this kind of cloth made from the colorful flowers very much and would wear new ones every once in a while. This was probably the only hobby of this gentle demon god.

However, Herulia was thin-skinned and unsure of Rock King and Guizhong's attitudes towards other demons, so he could only let the humans under his rule go to exchange them.

Seeing that the negotiation with Zhu Yuncheng was not working, Mingyou turned his attention to Ning Kuan behind Zhu Yuncheng. The latter had once gone to the territory of the Salt God to exchange rare treasures and had a friendship with him.

Ning Kuan gave him a helpless smile, and at the same time he complained in his heart: "What on earth is the director doing? Just exchange them for Mora according to the previous standard of exchanging salt for cloth. Why is there so much trouble? Isn't it too much trouble?"

Seeing Ning Kuan's helpless look, Ming You knew that Ning Kuan might not be able to make the decision on this matter, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's switch!"

Seeing that the other party agreed, Zhu Yuncheng smiled and said, "I'm offering you a low price, so don't take it to heart. You don't lack salt anyway, so you can take more salt to exchange for Mora. If one thousand kilograms is not enough, then take ten thousand kilograms, right?"

Ming You was speechless. After thinking for a while, he felt that what the other party said was indeed very reasonable. They were not short of salt anyway, so it would not matter if they took a little more. "Keep your word."

"Ha." Zhu Yuncheng patted his chest, "I swear here that as long as you bring salt to me, I will buy it at the price of ten Mora per pound of salt. Those who break their promise will be punished by eating rocks!"

Seeing Zhu Yuncheng so solemn, Ming You also nodded: "Okay, we will go back and get salt tomorrow."

After saying this, he asked the people behind him to hand over the 1,000 kilograms of salt to the immortal student for weighing. After confirming that it was 1,000 kilograms, he took out 200 pieces of cloth and handed them over to the other party according to Zhu Yuncheng's instructions.

Looking at the backs of Ming You and others leaving, Zhu Yuncheng's mouth curled up for a moment. One pound of salt is ten moras, and the matter is settled.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was night. Zhu Yuncheng ordered the stalls to be closed, and then told the people of Guiliji that the exchange of Mora and other materials would resume at the currency bureau when the sun rose tomorrow.

"Director." After returning to the currency bureau, Ning Kuan found Zhu Yuncheng with a puzzled look on his face, "Why do you treat the people of Heulia like this?"

Zhu Yuncheng looked at Ning Kuan, then poured himself a glass of water: "I want to hear your thoughts on this matter."

In Zhu Yuncheng's opinion, although Ningkuan's ideas were slightly flawed, he was a smart person, and he had basically been doing original transactions all the time, so he had some original insights into business. He guessed that he had also seen some clues from what had just happened.

This is a good thing. With the promotion of currency, the next step is foreign trade. And to handle this matter, it would be best to let Ning Kuan, who has traveled all over the nearby demon forces, do it.

In this case, it would be beneficial for him to know some business-related knowledge.