Chapter 1382

Hearing this, Li Huaxiong's head buzzed, his fists couldn't help but clench, and his heart surged!

He immediately asked nervously, "Is Grade A only for the Imperial Palace, or can it also circulate among the people?"

Gou Wazi showed a thoughtful look and then continued, "His Majesty didn't restrict this; he only said that Grade A Zhao Gao can enter the Imperial Palace, but didn't say it's forbidden for civilian circulation!"

"This should be allowed; someone said it was what the Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial said."

Once these words were spoken, Li Huaxiong laughed loudly, his aged face full of a comfortable smile, and a powerful confidence permeated his whole body!

"Hahaha, Heaven is helping me!"

"Heaven is truly helping me!"

"This time, this old man must make a huge profit from this!"

A sharp light flickered in Li Huaxiong's eyes, permeated with endless greed.

"Pass the order down: my Li family's caravan, everyone must rush to the Zhao Kingdom at the fastest speed; this Zhao Gao, my Li family is determined to get!"

"If this opportunity is not seized, I will truly regret it for a lifetime. It's a good thing I dreamed these past two days that the ancestors of the Li family were shaking their heads—these ancestors truly cause trouble!"

Gou Wazi couldn't help but say, "Shopkeeper, are we going to use all the caravans of Shangyi Pavilion?"

"But now Zhao Gao is in short supply because the quantity is low; once the people of the Zhao Kingdom enter the game one after another, by the time of the autumn harvest this year, the quantity of Zhao Gao will surely surge."

"Is there a risk in this?"

Li Huaxiong shook his head, a sharp light flickering in his eyes as he said: "Gou Wazi, your way of looking at problems is still too shallow."

"The tribute satin system and His Majesty's words are not the most important; the most important thing is His Majesty's attitude!"

"This tribute satin system, and the Xiongnu inexplicably clashing with our Da Qian, corroborate the truth of the news!"

"Looking at it this way, the news that all officials must wear Zhao Gao during His Majesty's sacrifice is highly likely to be true, and being on good terms with the Zhao Kingdom to resist the Xiongnu and the Yan, Chu, and Qi kingdoms is also true!"

"With the state policy here, what is there to worry about?"

"When we do business, we must follow the policy; this is the way to be ever-victorious!"

Gou Wazi had a sudden realization and then asked.

"Shopkeeper, you truly see far. Then how much should we sell the Zhao Gao we have on hand for?"

Li Huaxiong stood with his hands behind his back, a sharp light permeating his eyes, and he took a deep breath.

"List it at two taels and six qian!"

Once these words were spoken, Gou Wazi felt his scalp tingle, and he said in shock, "Shopkeeper, rising six hundred wen at once?"

"That's so much!"

Li Huaxiong looked disdainful and said, "Look at your useless appearance; a mere six hundred wen scares you? With such a mindset, how can you accomplish great things?"

"Sell it for two taels and six qian? This old man just wants to see the market reaction!"

"For anyone who comes to buy today, just say there are no goods!"

"At the same time, for all other silk shops in Changancheng, buy as much Zhao Gao as you can find that is below two taels and five qian!"

"Before the autumn harvest this year, the Zhao Gao on hand is a hot commodity; naturally, we must hoard goods and wait for the market to explode, making a huge profit from it!"

Gou Wazi looked full of admiration.

Li Huaxiong said, "I'll leave this to you; this old man is going to deploy the caravan to head to the Zhao Kingdom."

Soon, Li Huaxiong walked out.

Gou Wazi also rewrote the number on the sign indicating the price of Zhao Gao—

Two taels and six qian!

Soon.

Many common folk also heard the news and came to Shangyi Pavilion one after another.

A middle-aged, sturdy man asked anxiously.

"Little waiter, how much silver is Zhao Gao selling for now?"

Gou Wazi stepped forward fawningly, "This guest, it's selling for two taels and six qian now."

"What? Wasn't it two taels a bolt a while ago? How did it rise another six hundred wen overnight?"

"Forget it, six hundred wen is six hundred wen; give me one bolt, I need to give it as a gift!"

"This guest, I'm sorry, our shop has no goods these few days."

Gou Wazi bent his waist, his face full of fawning.

Internally, he was also marveling that Li Huaxiong's judgment was too accurate.

Although the price of Zhao Gao rose another six hundred wen, there was still a price but no market.

"What? No goods?"

"If you had no goods, why didn't you say so earlier? Isn't this wasting my time?"

The middle-aged, sturdy man cursed and then hurried away; the common folk who came behind to buy Zhao Gao also left one after another...