Chapter 463: Only I Am Unique Chapter 463: Dumping

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Xima Market.

The moment Huang Wei showed the goods samples to the various merchants, the frenzied snatching began.

A gap of 100 years would only be reflected in industrial goods, but a gap of 1000 years would be reflected in agricultural goods.

Raw material processing for light industry is an absolute art; any consumer can tell good from bad just by touching with their hand and looking with their eyes.

Smart merchants immediately used their prepared gold and silver to buy goods from Huang Wei—after more than a year of dealings, the local natives had long understood the preferences of the "Jiangning People." They didn't even bother asking prices, first snatching up all 1 million pieces of cotton underwear and 5 million pairs of rubber-soled shoes, before it was the turn of shirts and labor protection gloves.

Gloves, rubber shoes, shirts, and underwear all had similar West Continent products, but Jiangning goods were several grades higher in comfort, especially evident in underwear. The underwear produced by local natives was hemp-woven underwear, sturdy enough but lacking softness; when worn under rough iron armor and rattan armor, a knight's chest, shoulders, and spine would surely be covered in bruises and wounds, as if they had raped an orangutan and been resisted.

Only a very few people would derive pleasure from the process of raping an orangutan, so between hemp underwear and soft cotton underwear, everyone's choice was obvious. Xima Market had once sold some underwear early on, but after a year of consumption, the remaining stock was probably not much; merchants with a bit of discernment who saw the samples would immediately make a decision.

Those who could get the goods were those who could immediately produce precious metals.

One tael of pure gold or pure platinum could get 10 pieces of cotton underwear, while 10 second-generation West Continent coins could get 1 piece of cotton underwear; besides these currencies, it was very difficult to exchange for hot-selling goods.

This price was not much more expensive than the locally produced linen underwear of the West Continent, at least in terms of currency.

Precisely because of this, light industrial products in quantities reaching tens of millions and hundreds of millions would form dumping.

Huang Wei took the opportunity to start a currency exchange business at the other end of the market, helping them exchange gold and platinum for gold bonds.

Merchants flocked to it like moths to a flame.

Those waving gold bonds could get goods first, and also save the time of weighing and checking purity, allowing them to sell on the market earlier; everyone knew, the earlier goods were sold, the higher the price.

Yun Sababa rode a three-wheeled motorcycle, "thump-thump-thump" through the somewhat potholed market path, unloaded two tons of "West River Money" in one breath, then took out a handful of gold vouchers and shouted: "All my life savings are here, buy cotton underwear, buy shoes, buy gloves!"

As a Yun Village person among the earliest to pledge vassalage to West River Water Fortress, Yun Sababa could be considered a Red Top Merchant. His wealth and generosity made other wholesalers envious and jealous; a bald, big-nosed merchant couldn't help but sarcastically say: "Is there a need to snatch goods? Wouldn't it be better if everyone bought a little?"

"You can buy a little less, come back later to see if there are goods." Yun Sababa grunted, but smiled at Huang Wei. He was the half-brother of Yun Ba; the latter went to Earth with Chen Yi, returning home once every two months. Although he couldn't practice filial piety at home, he brought countless benefits to the whole family; just knowing all the early students was a remarkable thing.

Huang Wei liked these "boutique" merchants who followed his pace; with just a glance, his students took Yun Sababa's gold vouchers, counted them, and gave him a pickup slip.

"How much did you buy? How much?" The merchants nearby couldn't see the amount of gold bonds, so they couldn't know the details of the goods Yun Sababa picked up; it was only now that they felt the benefits of gold vouchers.

Not to mention ease of use, doing things was also much more secretive. At this time, it was a moment of fighting for every second.

Yun Sababa naturally wouldn't answer, waved his pickup slip in the air, and then rode his motorcycle away with a putt-putt sound.

The big-nosed merchant who had spoken sarcastically earlier got anxious, squeezed to the very front of the counter, and shouted: "Mine is pure gold, however much there is, I'll buy that much."

He brought two sturdy partners, but the three of them could only carry 500 kilograms of gold, exchanging it for pickup slips for 20,000 pieces of cotton cloth underwear.

That's not a small amount, but for merchants at Xima Market, who would have the patience for tens of thousands of pieces of clothing?

"You guys hurry up and take the pickup slips, go get the goods out, and sell them off in the market. I'll go back to get money, then go buy more goods, and call Xiao Si to help." The big-nosed merchant regretted a bit not going to exchange for vouchers, but then thought, if he had gone to exchange for vouchers, where would he have been able to grab a good spot.

One sturdy partner said "oh" and was about to leave, but the other thought to ask: "How much to sell for?"

This question stumped the big-nosed merchant; he held his breath for half a day unable to decide, finally saying: "You keep an eye on that guy Yun Sababa; whatever he sells for, you sell for, but not lower than double, understand?"

"Double?" The two sturdy men used their fingers cutely to calculate: one tael for 10 pieces of underwear, double should be how much.

Only to see black fingers flying up and down, from time to time pitch-black fingernail creases drifting past before their eyes; on the tender white middle finger were yellow smoke stains—to deliberately imitate the life of Jiangning People, market people who couldn't afford cigarettes would also smoke-stain their fingers yellow to show their taste.

The big-nosed merchant mounted his mount beast and ran toward West River City Fortress as if flying.

Those who could occupy a place at Xima Market were all beneficiaries of interest distribution, and naturally could afford houses within the city-state.

Half an hour later, the big-nosed merchant hurried back to Xijiang Wharf, exchanged two tons of gold and platinum in one breath, and without stopping came to the counter.

"Underwear, I want all the underwear."

"Sir, sold out." The clerk was a female staff member of the Port Affairs Department of West River City Fortress, belonging to the students' families, a girl who had once done customer service; dealing with barbarians was naturally easy for her.

At this moment the big-nosed merchant couldn't care about etiquette, shouting loudly: "How could it be sold out?"

A familiar merchant beside him hurriedly pulled him, whispering: "Don't make a scene; people who brought money a second time didn't get to buy either; why not look at those high-priced goods and see if there's anything you want."

The so-called high-priced goods they referred to were products like military boots and cotton quilts; although equally important, after all they were for infantry rather than cavalry, and the Quartermaster Sir wouldn't care so much about such supplies.

The price was high, so naturally the profit was even less.

"Anything else?" The big-nosed merchant silently counted the money in his hand, always thinking of maximizing profit.

The female staff member said with a smile: "None left."

The big-nosed merchant asked unwillingly again: "In the next few days, will there be new goods?"

"I don't know that."

"One week, using your one week, will there be new goods?"

"I really don't know."

Huang Wei coughed once, walked up to the counter, laughed twice, and after attracting attention, said: "I guarantee, within the next two weeks, there will be no new goods; that's all there is."

The big-nosed merchant wanted exactly those words; he dumped the gold bonds onto the counter and roared: "Shirts, I want shirts, give them all to me."

The people behind also came to their senses and began selecting purchases one after another.

No new goods within two weeks; just need to sell off the goods within two weeks.

This was very difficult for small vendors peddling through streets and alleys, but for the merchants at Xima Market, it was merely a question of how much profit.

Ships from foreign lands could carry away 100,000 pieces of goods at once; how many pieces of goods could 1 ton of gold buy?

Gold.

Platinum.

Silver.

Countless precious metals transferred from the merchants' hands to the counter, all just to get tens of thousands of pieces of goods.

This money was the vast majority of assets the merchants had earned in the past one or two years. They utilized the process of interest redistribution, through Xima Market, continuously earning funds from the natives.

However, at this moment, these funds ultimately flowed into Chen Yi's hands once again.

Even Huang Wei, who came from a street vendor background, couldn't help but think: after this, the price of precious metals will definitely rise.

To restock, merchants will surely demand others buy goods with real gold and silver, thereby naturally pushing up the price of precious metals.

"Boss Huang, the total account." The female staff member moved aside the cabinet filled with a large number of gold vouchers, asking Huang Wei to count them and then sign.

"No wonder they're exchanging gold vouchers." Huang Wei slapped his thigh hard.

"What?"

"Gold vouchers are precious metals, no wonder the Sovereign is strongly promoting them this time. Once there are a large number of gold vouchers on the market, the price of precious metals will naturally be suppressed." Huang Wei understood this point, hastily noted the income quantity, locked it in the safe, and immediately returned to his office to write an article.

The West River City-State already had two publications, respectively the West River Evening News and the West River Weekly; the former had only one page, publishing all sorts of novelties and also the latest news possible. The latter was a commentary weekly, publishing weighty articles—the content of these articles seemed immature, but they would surely influence the entire West Continent, and thus also influence Earth's ecology. Since the establishment of the West River Association, Earth and the West Continent had drawn close on a macro level.

Both publications were already on public sale, but because they were entirely in Chinese, they were actually mostly internal journals.

Of course, some clever people determined to follow the West River forces had already begun the process of self-studying Chinese; among them, the more excellent ones could read the Evening News without problem.

For these culturally identifying natives, the West River City-State naturally did not restrict their access to information, including the nobles of Malacheng; many therefore hired those who understood Chinese at high prices to serve as translators for them.

Huang Wei muttered to himself as he began writing an economic analysis of gold bonds. He didn't understand economics, nor did many people at the West River Water Fortress, but as the Economic Authority of the West River Mountain Fort, he had reason to write down his thoughts on fields he was familiar with.

In fact, this also helped him move forward a step further.

Later that day, all the pickup slips were sold.

Huang Wei verified the gold bonds and the precious metals received, then handed them over to Yu Weichao. A full 50 tons of precious metals, worth 7.5 billion yuan, enough to make the Rhombus Conference Hall tremble with joy.

The West River Water Fortress finally balanced its income and expenditure.

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