I am a living immortal.

That’s right, the aide wanted to use food as an excuse to talk to Chen Tao in detail.

So Chen Tao took advantage of the situation and asked the other party to show some sincerity first by giving them a hundred carts of food.

The other party disagreed at first, but when they saw Chen Tao's attitude of "If you don't even have this little sincerity, then what else is there to talk about", the staff had no choice but to ask King Cheng.

Prince Cheng had recently focused his attention on perfecting his immortal body, so he readily agreed. After all, in his eyes, the Shenzi Trading Company, including Chen Tao, were insignificant figures who could be easily crushed like an ant. If he hadn't wanted to make a big deal out of this, there wouldn't have been such a hassle.

Besides, it is a problem whether the other party can transport those hundreds of carts of grain.

If Chen Tao died, the business would be leaderless, and with coercion and inducement, the business would be his own. All the silver shops built along the way would also become his own.

The ownership of the grain was in his own hands, so there were no more worries about transporting it to the south. After all, the ownership was in his hands, so he could transport it as he pleased and cut off the grain as he pleased.

Therefore, King Cheng was willing to do this thing that would kill two birds with one stone.

Both sides had their own agenda. The other party had already begun to plot to kill him and take over the company, completely treating Chen Tao as a dead man and the company as their property. Therefore, this sincere negotiation went very smoothly.

Little did they know that the Shenzi Trading Company was secretly using this document to manipulate other people's minds. Who doesn't like silver?

The shopkeeper secretly visited all the officials in Jizhou with a document and said, "Look, even King Cheng has relented. Why do you have to persist? Every day faster means a day's more profit. Why not do it?"

Upon seeing the document, a group of officials, both high and low, were furious. "You're so kind, King Cheng! You told them not to sell it to the merchant company, but you actually want to keep it all for yourself. Since you're so unkind, don't blame me for being unjust."

With this document, the owner of the Shenzi Trading Company persuaded a large number of grain merchants, and the rest turned to the trading company for help.

After all, the company's transportation capacity is limited.

If one company gets more, another gets less. Competitors are enemies. Watching them profit is like killing yourself, while you yourself can't make any money. So, in the subsequent detailed discussions, each company kept pushing for a lower price.

Some people even sold their shares for next year and the year after that.

All this happened quietly. Ultimately, there was simply too much grain. If the new grain couldn't be sold, it would become old grain, which would fetch even less.

King Ren Cheng racked his brains to figure out why they were so fast.

Because they had been discussing it from the very beginning, before even signing the paperwork.

It only takes a few minutes to get the documents.

Chen Tao was also preparing to attend the Hongmen Banquet. The location the other party had requested was a manor outside Jizhou City. While not too remote, it was still better than the downtown area. The other party wasn't stupid; they understood that Chen Tao knew this was the Hongmen Banquet and had only come because of the allure of profit.

In addition, the other party is a man of the world, so he should be very confident in fighting and killing.

King Cheng was equally confident. The Deadpools he had trained were no ordinary men. He had tested those who had successfully attained "Immortal Bodies," and each one was capable of defeating a hundred men. Combined with their invulnerable physiques, they were more than capable of killing Chen Tao.

Both sides are very confident.

This also led to this negotiation.

Chen Tao boarded a carriage from the small courtyard in the bustling city. He was still looking forward to this Hongmen Banquet. After all, fighting was always the best way to hone martial arts. There were no shortcuts, only fist and palm.

However, there aren't many opponents capable of his full-throttle battles these days. At his level, combat is either a complete crushing defeat or a close match. Even a close match wouldn't lead to a fight to the death. While this type of combat might be effective for inexperienced jianghu warriors, it wouldn't be enough for him. Only a fight to the death could unlock his potential and lead him to greater heights.

It wasn't without reason that Chen Tao could get along so well with Taoist Master Si Chong. He was also very obsessed with martial arts, but not as obsessed as Taoist Master Si Chong.

I hope this time his opponent can give him another experience.

Unfortunately, it seems that it is not a monster, but the invulnerable Deadpool made by King Cheng.

I just don’t know if it’s true.

I heard that these killing machines consumed a lot of the opponent's energy.

It was the same carriage, the same driver, and several stern-faced guards. These men were trained by Mirage Dragon and Old Goat. From Chen Tao's perspective, they were all top-notch experts. Training such experts in such a short period of time was truly remarkable.

A first-class master, he is already a big figure in the world.

However, there were more than a dozen people brought by Chen Tao, and they were very wealthy.

As the carriages drove along the official road, the procession attracted considerable attention. They all looked up, their eyes filled with wonder. The wheat in the fields had been harvested, and some children and elderly people were picking up the remaining wheat, one ear at a time. The busy farming season was over, and with some free time, they might as well have some free time. On the first day, they might even be able to pick up enough food to feed a family for a few days.

This is enough to show how precious food is.

As the caravan passed by, Chen Tao could still vaguely hear the sounds of these discussions.

"Who is behind this big event?"

"The Shenzi Trading Company, so that's them. I heard they're from the south, and they're a big trading company."

“How did they get here?”

"That's King Cheng's farm ahead. Didn't he come here to collect grain? King Cheng is a local tyrant in Jizhou and the surrounding areas. Shouldn't we go and pay him a visit?"

"That makes sense, but I don't think he has good intentions..."

"No matter what they do, if they end up fighting, they'll just have to replace the officials. The annual grain taxes have gone through the roof, are they going to let people live? It's all because of these people, bah!"

The older ones with short tempers didn't have so many concerns. The worst that could happen was that they would just die. They spat and said whatever they wanted to say.

Whether it was the officials or the Shenzi Trading Company, they were all the same, busy exploiting the common people. They had no recourse but to curse.

Although the younger ones didn't speak, their thoughts were similar, except that they valued their lives more.

Chen Tao wasn't bothered by the scolding. What was the point? All talk, no action. Only he knew why he was doing it, and that was enough. He had a clear conscience. What others said was nothing more than passing clouds. No one was stupid.

After a long time, you will know who is good and who is bad.