Chapter 350: New Skin

Da Wang's little stall changes its stock every two or three days, selling different types of goods. Now he's selling ritual vessels, and he's taken out a few beast‑face patterned jars, packaging them in pairs to sell.

He chats with customers about symmetrical aesthetics, claiming that displaying them in pairs at home brings more luck, so those who don't know think he's selling vases.

His brother Qiao just stood there watching Da Wang's entire high‑energy performance, forgetting to sell anything.

After the customers left, Da Wang grabbed Qiao Yi and said, "I feel our fortune is pretty good this year, Brother Qiao—have you noticed? The stuff sells well!"

Qiao Yi: "The law of conservation of wealth—heaven knows you're short on cash."

Da Wang was shocked: "…You, spouting such blatant nonsense!"

Then he felt pleased again: "Fine. I've been rushing to sell my father's tribute items. Just now, when I mentioned the three‑hundred‑year‑old dynasty, I felt a wave of guilt! The Great Jin is tempestuous; if it falls one day, tribute items stamped 'Jin' won't be worth anything!"

Qiao Yi: ……

Compared to your dynasty, you seem more worried about your inventory!

When mentioning this, he couldn't help but ask a few sentences: "…Have those southern rebel kings already become a threat? Can the court not put them down?"

Da Wang patted his own chest and said, "My kind of Long Peace definitely can't be kept stable; who will win the deer in the south is uncertain. I heard that under Marquis Hanshou a brave general has appeared, so the court's suppression of the rebellion isn't going smoothly either." After saying that, he sighed loudly and began to scold Bai Li Jin for lacking a diamond yet insisting on dealing in porcelain.

Qiao Yi was at a loss for words: "Forgot—you're the real trouble."

Bai Li Chao Ting Xin Fu Da Huan Jin made 500,000 taels in one night from his stall, and just as he was about to go back to sleep, Bai Yang blocked him and thrust a bill into his hands.

The supermarket's catch is settled monthly, but their seafood brand's settlement cycle is longer—every six months. With the end of February approaching, it's time to distribute the dividends.

Da Wang had just run off so fast that he made him forget all about it.

Da Wang looked at the bill and exclaimed, "……How could you forget all this money?!"

He glanced at the line, took a breath, and thought, "Seafood is really valuable!"

In just half a year, after deducting brand, processing, and operating costs, Da Wang's catch plus dividends amounted to 180 million, which converts to 1,800,000 taels.

"You guys really can bear to eat like that! Even the entire Northern Border doesn't have that much money left in a year!"

"This is just the beginning—we've bought factories, equipment, and leased a few storefronts, so you'll get even more later! So?" Bai Ge said, full of implication.

"Got it! I'll go back, pack up, and head out to sea again!"

Bai Yang leaned against the doorway, looking relieved as his money‑making tree walked away with small, indifferent steps.

What a fine kid—just work a little harder and your seafood brand will be on the market soon!

Da Wang's daily income is 2,300,000 taels; converted to silver, how could that not be a huge sum?

Yuehan Pu saw his big patron from afar hopping over, and he tried to put on what he thought was the friendliest, most amiable smile to greet him.

"His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Da Wang hit the brakes instantly—how did he know he still had military supplies?

"Can't you let him hold onto his little money a bit longer?!"

"What's up?"

"His Royal Highness the Prince, your Chief Military Supply Officer Yuehan Pu has finally had the honor of meeting you again!"

Da Wang refused to buy it: "Aren't you just blocking me here on purpose? Not buying swords or shields—goodbye!"

Yuehan Pu grabbed him and said, "This time it's not weapons—our company has developed new armor! It's super handsome!"

"What good is handsomeness? Is it better than that Owl Cavalry?"

"…No, not really. The armor that matches the owl‑bird mask is truly the most cutting‑edge, most advanced we have—its joints are flawlessly finished, and you won't find a second like it anywhere in the homeland. This new armor I'm releasing is only a little bit worse than that." He gestured a tiny distance.

Da Wang shook his head: "So you mean it's better than the standard model but worse than the Owl Cavalry? I don't need it—I can't even afford the ordinary kind—goodbye!"

Yuehan Pu threw up his hands: "All right, all right, but… would you mind coming to take a look?" The armor he sells is hard to break, and if it does break it needs warranty—so why wouldn't he profit from new products?

He pulled out all his stops to wheedle Da Wang: "We've made over a hundred sets—we can't even store them all. Go have a look; if you like them, I can give you a few sets. You know we're friends, good friends!"

Free of charge?

This isn't stepping on Da Wang's weak point, is it!