Chapter 1383

Almost at the same time.

Sujinxuan.

A middle-aged man in magnificent attire stood in the hall with his hands behind his back, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

His name was Huang Yunxuan, also a giant merchant in Changancheng, with several silk shops under his command and quite a bit of strength!

"From this moment on, the price of Zhao Gao will rise by seven hundred wen; release three bolts first to see the market's enthusiasm. If anyone else wants to buy, say there is no stock and we are mobilizing with all our might."

"At the same time, my Huang family's caravan will head to the Zhao Kingdom immediately; we must secure the Zhao Gao order with the fastest speed!"

"We must grasp this wave!"

The head of Sujinxuan, Huang Yunxuan, took a deep breath and gave the order.

"Head of the family, just relying on this news to make such a move, is this..."

"Stupid!"

"What do you know? You must know that the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish!"

"At this morning's court, wasn't His Majesty's attitude obvious? The chaos of the world is beginning to show; the Chu, Yan, and Qi kingdoms checking and balancing Da Qian with the Xiongnu is the trend of the times!"

"The rise in the price of Zhao Gao is unstoppable! Even if it falls, that will be after the autumn harvest because there will be too much Zhao Gao, but that will have nothing to do with us."

"The most important thing is now!"

Huang Yunxuan's voice rang out, and there was no more hesitation in Sujinxuan.

The young servant took down the Zhao Gao sign and wrote down two taels and seven qian, but even so, the three bolts released were instantly swept away.

This made Huang Yunxuan feel a burst of regret.

The current market frenzy made his blood boil.

This kind of market that makes money is the world for merchants like them!

East Market.

This place gathers all the silk shops of Changancheng, with nearly twenty silk shops.

Along with the spread of the morning court news.

The major silk shops in Changancheng all changed their Zhao Gao signs one after another, and the prices began to rise by different margins...

At the same time, the commoners heard the movement and came to the major silk shops one after another.

For a time, it was bustling with noise and excitement.

East Market, street corner.

Old Wang, who sold pancakes, had just set up his stall when he saw a surging crowd suddenly rushing toward the silk shop.

The number of people was so large that Old Wang was dumbfounded.

"Have you heard? The palace is going to use Zhao Gao as tribute! If we don't buy it now, when will we?"

"Yes, anyone who doesn't buy it is a fool!"

"I want one bolt!"

A scholar in cloth clothes clutched his money bag, his headgear crooked from being squeezed, and shouted loudly.

"What do you mean you want one bolt? I was clearly here first; it should be given to me first!"

A silk merchant stepped on the bluestone slab, the silver ingots in his arms clinking; he was followed by two porters, the hemp ropes on their shoulder poles creaking: "Don't even think about it, those behind! My shopkeeper said: buy as much as you can!"

Some commoners were unwilling, but then a voice rang out in the crowd.

"Quick! Changyige is releasing ten bolts today, only two taels and six qian per bolt!"

"But there is a requirement: to buy Zhao Gao, you must buy one bolt of Shu silk!"

"What? Is this even worth thinking about? Just buy the Shu silk together!"