Chapter 263: Only My Method Chapter 263: Soaring to the Heavens in One Flight

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The monkey-faced man was Song Daye, a Senior Student from the fourth cohort. Not only did Wang Zhaosheng know him, everyone in the Martial Arts Hall knew this "Grandpa Song" who loved spouting weird talk. Relying on his status as a fourth-cohort student, he didn't give a damn about anyone except for a countable few like Liu Xinyu and the Naked Bear, hence his current nickname. In truth, people like him were common among the Hall's early students, especially those who had worked at the shipyard for several years. Having held the iron rice bowl of a state-owned factory, they naturally learned a bellyful of domestic grumbling. Last week's Qingti expelled over half of them, but Level 1 Students like Song Daye, as long as they hadn't participated in the riots, could still stay.

Wang Zhaosheng disliked Song Daye, but he also admitted his words had principle. A Level 4 Trainee got 24,000 yuan in monthly allowance, and necessarily had 24,000 yuan in salary — equal to over 10,000 every week. Where would they lack that 20,000 yuan?

He didn't name a price, and Beard wasn't anxious either. Hand resting on the chest, he said: "In a few more days, it won't be this price anymore."

In a few days, perhaps some clever Bottom-tier Students would start buying Divine Oil. Among 150 people, just three or five big spenders could make the price flip instantly.

One bottle a day, that's 7 bottles a day obtainable. Those with long training hours might even deliberately apply higher-grade Divine Oil. In that case, Level 2 and 3 prices would also rise.

Wang Zhaosheng's room still had 20 bottles of Divine Oil, so he naturally believed the price would rise, but 10,000 a bottle for Level 4 Divine Oil was still a bit outrageous. He deliberately changed the subject: "Is it Li Haitao's?"

Li Haitao was the sixth-cohort student who discovered that standing near Chen Yi boosted training efficiency. His Loyalty Rating was A+, so he got exactly 2 extra bottles of Level 4 Potion per month.

Beard hehe laughed twice, neither saying yes nor no, but asked: "How about a few bottles of something else first?"

"Just no more sky-high prices."

"How would there be? Level 1 Divine Oil 600, Level 2 800, Level 3 1000." Beard saw him frowning and added: "My prices are very fair. Look at the other tables — only higher, not lower. Actually, think about it: using Divine Oil, not to mention doubling speed, at least half is guaranteed. And it makes breaking bottlenecks easy. Who doesn't want it? Not to mention the newly joined Bottom-tier Students — which Level 2 or 3 Student lacks those few hundred or thousand yuan?"

Wang Zhaosheng said: "You're just like a merchant."

"What I've wanted most in this life is to be a merchant. Pity my family was poor, couldn't afford to play."

Wang Zhaosheng smiled, took out the bank card from his pocket, and said generously: "I'll take the lot."

Workers assigned to the "Oil Pool" brought a POS machine for the card swipe as arranged. The design and functions of this place were all arranged by Liu Xinyu, completely modeled on overseas high-end trading halls. Software and hardware conditions were slightly worse, but everything that should be there was there.

Beard skillfully packed the 10 bottles of Divine Oil on the table into an empty foam-lined chest, handed it to Wang Zhaosheng, and smiled: "The chest is a gift."

Song Daye got anxious at this moment. He grabbed the chest and said: "Hey, I still wanted two bottles."

"There'll be more tomorrow, don't worry." Beard smiled, but he didn't say whether tomorrow would still have today's prices.

Wang Zhaosheng and Beard left together. Anyway, Level 4 Divine Oil wasn't hard to sell; coming back tomorrow would be the same. Song Daye then circled the Corridor outside. Sure enough, there was nothing cheaper than Beard's. He didn't want to waste money either, so he turned back to the Dormitory, preparing to come buy again tomorrow.

It wasn't just Song Daye who wanted to wait and see. People like Diao Lixin's Investigation Team Four patrolled Jiangbei all day. Even iron bodies got worn thin. They had to rest a night and come again the next day.

Just 20 hours of delay, yet the price of Divine Oil underwent a significant change.

Early the next morning, Diao Lixin got up and headed straight for the "Oil Pool." Reaching the entrance, he sensed a completely different atmosphere. A hubbub hitting the face, a restless mood — roughly described today's trading hall. All 20 tables were crowded with people, but very few transactions occurred. It seemed everyone was waiting for something.

"So many students? What time did they come?" This was Diao Lixin's first feeling. He couldn't help checking his watch — only 8:20. The "Oil Pool" had been open less than half an hour.

Looking at the front tables, although there were a few bottles, the total was far fewer than the students present. The back tables didn't even put out bottles. A few acquaintances sat there drinking tea and chatting, as if no one else existed.

"Demand exceeds supply?" Diao Lixin instantly reacted. He made up his mind: no matter the cost, he had to buy 2 more bottles of Divine Oil. That way he could cultivate non-stop for a month. If he successfully broke through to Level 3, any amount of money would be earned back.

However, when Diao Lixin walked up to the nearest table, his resolved intention was shattered by the price tag above — like a rabbit wanting to rape a turtle, accidentally pinning down a sea turtle instead. It was at a loss, and the sea turtle was too sluggish to even counterattack in time.

"5000? Up 10 times."

The table owner was already annoyed from explaining. Hearing this, he got unhappy: "Brother, what day did you hear the quote? Still 10 times? Yesterday afternoon it already hit 2000."

"But you're at 5000 now?"

"So what if it's 5000? Yesterday at dawn, the dorms were still selling at 3500. Today while I was brushing my teeth, people came running with cash to buy oil. 3 bottles for 13,000, no haggling, no tax..." He waved his hand, pointing at the table: "I won't fool you either. These few bottles are all Level 1 Divine Oil. Low-level students have little allowance, otherwise they wouldn't be this cheap."

Diao Lixin couldn't help touching his pocket. Inside was 5000 yuan cash. He originally thought it would be enough no matter what, but never expected he couldn't even buy a single bottle of Level 2 Potion. He even had the thought of selling his own allocated potions. He was also A-Rating, with 6 bottles of potion...

Before Diao Lixin could speak, Song Daye squeezed in from behind. He put down 5 bottles of potion, reached out, and said: "Heard you buy potions too? 30,000 for these!"

Yesterday Song Daye hadn't wanted to spend an extra 200 on potions. Today seeing the price, he was even more unwilling. He was also an A-Rating student, so he gritted his teeth and decisively kept only one bottle for himself, bringing the rest to exchange for cash.

As for what he'd use the exchanged money for, that was truly too simple — there was always a way to spend it.

The student who switched to business viscerally laughed twice, pushed his hand away, and said: "Grandpa Song, yours are Level 1."

"Aren't you giving bulk discounts?" The corner of Song Daye's mouth floated up, looking like he intended to squeeze every advantage.

The other party instantly fell into a gnashing-teeth thinking-of-a-way expression. Finally, as if cutting flesh, he said: "On account of you, Grandpa Song, fine."

As if he really got face, after receiving 3 stacks of RMB, Song Daye didn't even count them. Humming a little tune, he left. The students surrounding them seemed touched too, stirring restlessly.

If selling could get 5000, then buying and selling was indeed very fair. If not for "Grandpa Song's" reputation, everyone worrying he was a plant, someone would have already acted by now.

"Everyone wait a moment." The one selling Divine Oil was merely a Level 1 Student, but facing the tigerishly-watching Senior Students, he showed not the slightest fear. He waved his hand and swapped in a new sign. The price on it read "6000 yuan."

"Xiao, what do you mean?"

"I bought Level 1 Divine Oil at 5000. I can't sell at cost, right?" The seller looked aggrieved: "If at cost, I might as well smash them in my hand and use them myself."

Diao Lixin took one look, and his intention to sell faded. Walking further forward, he saw that every student selling potions wore a reluctant-to-sell look, wanting to speak but stopping. Even more students wanting to buy potions left cursing and grumbling.

If not for the Martial Arts Hall's strict discipline recently, a fight would have broken out for sure today.

Diao Lixin didn't know what kind of mood it was. To say unhappy — there was some. To say happy — there was some too. No matter how you put it, as long as future ratings didn't drop, he effectively gained 30,000-40,000 yuan worth of potions out of thin air. Although they'd definitely be used up, psychologically it was different.

"A man who uses 6000 yuan worth of cosmetics a day — what kind of man would that be." Diao Lixin thought and thought and turned wicked... Selling two bottles of potion could let him have a proper grand time in Jiangning.

He unknowingly walked out of the "Oil Pool," and heard students outside angrily discussing: "Rely on heaven, rely on earth, rely on yourself. Without Butcher Zhang, we just eat hairy pigs? I'm not using Divine Oil, and my speed is still faster than theirs."

Diao Lixin looked toward the voice. It was a Level 1 Student he'd seen but didn't know the name of. Probably low Loyalty Rating. A- gets 3 fewer bottles of Divine Oil than A. If he doesn't spend money to buy some, the effect would definitely be much worse. Unlike A-Rating students, only short one bottle. If not pursuing the limit, it's no big deal.

The second day passed in various arguments. The third day appeared calm. Level 1 Divine Oil even dropped a bit in price. Many lower-level students took the opportunity to give speeches, persuading everyone to stop Divine Oil speculation...

However, starting Friday noon, Divine Oil suddenly entered a period of skyrocketing prices.

8000, 9000, 10000...

People used to Falling Tears Divine Oil really disliked ordinary training. Plus, some students were at a critical cultivation stage. Running out of stock had huge impact. Some students also went all in.

Finally, Level 1 Divine Oil successfully entered the "Ten Thousand" series brand. Level 3 Divine Oil crossed the 20,000 mark. Wang Zhaoxin then never found Level 4 Divine Oil, and he didn't want to know the price either.

Behind the staggering prices lay huge profits.

Quite a few students committed crimes against the wind. Outside Liu Xinyu's office they cried and complained, demanding fair treatment. Best if everyone still ate from the big pot, average income...

Chen Yi flatly refused. But he still proposed another compensation plan: If any student was willing to voluntarily work overseas for five years, then not only would they be supplied with Falling Tears Divine Oil at A+ treatment, but they could also exchange Divine Oil in any region, whether in Jiangning or overseas...

Of course, the meticulous compensation plan was rather demanding, especially the requirement of not being able to directly contact family members, which made quite a few people back out. The number of sign-ups in the first week was not many, and the second week only barely exceeded 10 people, but with the arrival of the second month, the Level 17 Students began joining the team competing to purchase the remaining Divine Oil, the drawback of insufficient supply was instantly exposed, and the price of Grade 1 Potion soared, reaching the standard of 50,000 yuan per bottle.

By this point, students like Diao Lixin had completely lost their temper towards the Divine Oil of the "Oil Pool," and quite a few people even took a fancy to the A+ grade treatment in the compensation plan.

On the day the price of 50,000 yuan came out, Chen Yi tricked enough 50 students and embarked on the journey to the West Continent.

At the same time, the Heavy Machine Guns of the West River Water Fortress began to hang 100-round long ammo belts, muzzles pointing straight at the river channel.

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